#i would to crawl into luna's lap and let them gently caress my head and finally let myself be vulnerable in the presence of somebody else

[cinammonelles]

For the blorbo ask game, Luna VNC and your favorite Tai Sui character!

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE INSANE ABOUT THEM🤝🤝🤝

Okay so I don't talk about Luna enough because my brain turns into alphabet soup if I try to verbalise my feelings ever but I would kill god for them

I am the normalest Prince Zhuang enjoyer actually :)))) subtly shoves multiple unposted insane ramblings under the rug

[lxngbottom]

i NEED more dominant neville!! maybe something to do with thigh riding idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

Be A Good Girl. | N.L.

in which neville makes the reader ride this thigh.

warnings: nsfw, smut, thigh riding, some degradation, dom!nev (lmk if there are more!)

you guys....... i fucking LOVE dom!neville

(edit: omg im getting to all of your requests so late pls forgive me i’ve had a lot going on in my life lately but i’m on that grind rn)

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it was completely innocent, you see. the timing was bad, you assumed.

you and neville rarely ever fought, as he was never the one for conflict. but, the day before, you had felt like a last priority to the boy. and, maybe he didn’t mean to make you feel like that, but, he did.

so, when you two had screamed at each other for 45 minutes straight in his dorm, and you stormed out, you had decided to give him the silent treatment. and to get your mind off of things, luna had invited you to go to hogsmeade with her and harry.

harry sat in the common room patiently, waiting for your arrival. neville was there as well, because of course he had found out that you had been invited, and he was really hoping that he could try to convince you to not go, and just have a day for you two to make up for his absence the day before.

you finally came walking down the staircase, struggling to fit something into your purse as you did so. because of this, you didn’t notice the gawking stares you were getting from the most of the boys in the common room. neville stared at you, took in your outfit. a tank top due to the warm weather, and a high waisted skirt that showed off the top of your thighs deliciously. you pulled it up a bit, making neville lick his lips in hunger from how fucking sexy you looked.

but, that’s when he realized that he wasn’t the only one staring. and, the realization hit him that you were... punishing him? you? punishing him? you knew damn well that wasn’t how things worked, and on any other day, it would earn a smack on your ass cheek.

“hey, harry! ready to go?” you greeted the boy, zipping up your purse with a toothy smile. he looked you up and down, amazed at the fact that neville longbottom of all people was dating someone that looked like you.

“y-yeah! totally! let’s head out.”

neville stormed over to you, wrapping his hand around your wrist before you could go anywhere.

“we need to talk.” he demanded sternly, his jaw clenched as he witnessed harry practically eye-fucking you.

you rolled your eyes, and snatched away from him. he went to grab you again, but you stopped him with a slap to the wrist. you let out a “hmph!” and walked away with harry, and neville watched as the skirt fit perfectly around your ass.

a punishment definitely had your name written all over it for later.

—

“night, harry!” you waved, smiling at the boy. he waved back, and went up the stairs to go back to his dorm.

you did the same, relieved to finally just be able to relax. maybe, read a book before you fell asleep, or catch up on some journaling. yeah, that sounded nice.

you had a wonderful day. filled with laughs and small conversations between yourself, luna, and harry. you seemed to have completely forgotten about your boyfriend, and the argument you guys had just 24 hours before.

you entered your dorm, your head down to make sure that you locked it back when you stepped in. after your heard the sound of your door locking, you took the small cardigan off that you had brought with you, as the nighttime had made the air much chiller. you hung your purse up near the door, as that was a small system that one of your dorm mates had came up with. you kicked your shoes off, body still not facing your bed.

you went to take your tank top off, until something interrupted you.

“hm.”

the small mutter made you jump, and you turned around quickly to see who the culprit was. of course, it was neville. he sat on your bed, book in hand, and a dark look in his eyes as he stared at you,

you huffed, “what the hell are you doing here? i was changing, you know!”

he chuckled, the small laugh spiteful and low, “don’t stop on my account. it’s not like i haven’t seen you naked before, darling.”

you rolled your eyes, and stomped over towards your bed, “leave!”

he looked up at you, fake curiosity in his eyes. he slammed the book shut, and tossed it on your bedside table.

“why should i?”

you scoffed at him, “because, this is my dorm! and, i honestly don’t want to speak to you! so piss off!”

he found you adorable. your little tough act that you were trying to keep up. he knew it was only a matter of time before you would be wrapped around his finger once again, begging for him to be inside of you.

“you’re not still angry at me are you?”

he knew the answer to that. he just liked to tease you,

“yes! i’m very angry at you, neville! i was having a great day and of course... you come along to make me feel bad when you were in the wrong!”

neville grabbed your thigh as you tried to walk away, his fingers tightening on the sensitive skin, “me in the wrong? i wasn’t the one prancing around in this little skirt all day like a fucking whore.”

the statement made your stomach flutter, and you couldn’t help the blush that raised to your cheeks.

“i know what you’re playing at, petal. and, i don’t appreciate it. do you know how many guys were staring at your ass? staring at what belongs to me?”

the question made your cross your arms, “playing at? i’m not playing at anything, neville. i just wanted to feel pretty today. sorry that you’re angry that other guys find me attractive...”

that fucking attitude. oh god, you were in for it.

neville pulled you down by your wrist, settling you right on top of his lap. you felt his hard cock sticking out from his pants, just waiting to be touched. you couldn’t help but to sigh from the way it felt on your clothed clit.

“watch your fucking mouth, petal. you know i don’t like when you talk back.”

the tone in his voice made your panties dampen, and you tried to look away, avoid his intense gaze, but he quickly turned your face back by grabbing your chin,

“i saw the way harry was looking at you. you wanted him to see your pretty little ass... didn’t you?” he reached his hand up slowly, and caressed your cheek menacingly. you gulped, his dark eyes having a greater affect on you than you’d like to admit.

without warning, the hand that was settled onto the small of your back moved down swiftly, going underneath your skirt, and it came down with a harsh slap to your ass cheek. you whimpered, the burning sensation automatically kicking in.

“how many more slaps do you think you deserve, huh? cause... i think you deserve at least ten more, doll.”

you quickly shook your head, your clothed clit falling victim to his crotch. you bucked your hips up slightly, pleading for more friction.

he looked down, noticing the arousal leaking from your panties, staining his pants. he tsked and shook his head as he studied your desperate attempt to pleasure yourself,

“pretty sluts like you that like to show off don’t deserve my cock... isn’t that right, petal?” he cooed teasing, placing a single kiss on your neck.

“i—i’m sorry... please—“

“no begging. you know what’s coming.”

you sighed, knowing that no amount of pleading would lead you to get your way. you had made him mad, and you knew that there was no getting away with that.

“here’s what’s going to happen, petal. you’re going to get yourself off on my thigh. got it? and maybe... if you’re good i’ll fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. does that sound good?”

you quickly nodded your head, the thought of riding neville’s thigh always being so fun, in the most sinful way possible.

“alright, now be a good girl and do as i say...”

neville began to position himself up against the headboard, as he was not too keen on letting you fall back onto the floor. you waited patiently as he adjusted, beginning to take your tank top off.

he watched as the straps fell, and he licked his lips when he saw your bra covered breasts. he felt his cock twitch from the mere sight of your nipples as you took your bra off, letting it fall to the floor with a small noise.

you reached for the hem of your skirt, but neville interrupted,

“no. the skirt and your panties stay on. it looks too fucking good on you.”

you wanted to protest, as if you were going to do this you wanted to be able to feel all of him. but, you really had no choice. so, you simply nodded and crawled over towards your lovely boyfriend.

he patted his thigh as a sign for you to get on, and you did so shakily, not knowing what to expect.

“move your hips, petal...” he ordered, grabbing them and starting for you, “just like that.”

instantly, that fire in your stomach a-blazed. neville watched as you bucked your hips, trying to desperately not to miss his flexed thigh on your heat. he placed small, teasing kissing along your neck, going down to your breasts, and nibbling on your nipples gently.

you gasped, all the sensations beginning to hit you at once,

“look at my pretty girl, making me so fucking hard. merlin... you’re such a slut...” he breathed out, the movements from your knee cap stimulating him. in times like this, neville almost let the dominant mask slip off, but, he knew he had to keep it on.

“nev—fuck—c-cum...” you stuttered out, that familiar knot in your got trying ever so desperately to come apart.

he chuckled lowly at your state, and the way your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. “please... n—need y-your cock...”

he automatically shook his head,

“i told you, petal... dirty little sluts like you don’t get my cock... you know that already.”

you whimpered, only wanting the sensation of him inside of you, fucking you into oblivion.

as time went by, the urge to release was taking over your whole being. your thighs and hips were aching at this point, and neville as well could feel himself about to cum.

neville placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, “can’t get off, petal?” he teased, a smarmy grin on his face, “i’ll take over for you... even though you don’t deserve it.”

that’s when he held your hips once more, and flexed his thigh to his best ability. he moved you, your whimpers and moans only increasing with every feeling of friction.

“k-kiss...” you muttered, speech shaky and uneven. but, neville knew what you wanted. so, he pulled you in for a heated kiss, his tongue entering your mouth before you could even welcome it.

his cock was aching at this point, and he could feel himself about to release all in his pants.

“cum, flower. i need to feel you cum all over me like a good girl, alright?”

the tone in his voice was all you needed to let out a loud scream, and fall apart right in his arms. your thighs trembled, and neville felt your cum gather all in a pool on his pants. he as well came, a loud groan escaping his lips as your face fell into his neck.

“mhm... you make me feel so good, petal...”

[rohad93]

A knight Affair: chapter 7 - Bandages and Roses

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21064748/chapters/50501213

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It was another beautiful day in the Drysor empire. 

Anywhere in the empire except in the palace.

It had been four days since the knight captain’s public lashing, which many of the palace staff had bore witness too, including the captain’s own men. 

Morale had been low and the air around the palace thick and gloomy ever since, not just because of the knight captain but because the ever cheerful princess Rosaline and compassionate Azurine had also been dour ever since.

It was only the day after that an entire platoon of men were conscripted from the town and sent to the front to great public outcry. 

The front had shifted again, pushing past Fort Luna to the east and putting it firmly back in control of the empire again.

For now.

Despite not having left the palace in four days Blue knew everything that was going on. She had sent out her own ears and eyes to keep careful watch over everything happening with the rebellion… and with her mother. Who had taken to wandering the halls at night, according to the servants. She and Pink now slept with their doors tightly latched. 

Said princess walked up the palace stairs to the second floor, a tray laden with the usual breakfast fair held in both her hands. She balanced the tray on one hand and pushed open Yellow’s door. The room was dark, the sun, blocked out by the heavy curtains drawn tightly closed over them. 

Blue nudged the door closed with her hip and walked quietly through the dark room, setting the tray gently on the bedside table before going to open the curtains. With a flourish the curtains opened, letting the fresh sunlight spill across the walls and floor, casting the room in it’s warm glow.

From her position face down in the bed, Yellow grumbled. 

“Good morning, to you as well.” She said, walking up to the bed and glancing at the bandages wrapped around Yellow’s torso before she settled herself onto her knees, eye level with the bed.

With a slight turn of her head one amber colored eye appeared from where it had been buried in the pillow. 

“How are you feeling today?” She asked, reaching out to run her fingers through the mussed blonde hair. “Did you sleep alright?” 

Yellow grunted an affirmative. Her eye closing again under Blue’s gentle ministrations. 

“I brought you something to eat, are you hungry?” 

“Yes…” Her voice was still thick with sleep and muffled by the pillow. Blue smiled, glad life seemed to be returning to Yellow. She had refused all food and drink the first two days. She had very nearly shoved some down her throat in desperation the day before. She carefully and slowly helped her sit up. Yellow hissed with every movement till she was sitting up with her feet hanging off the bed.

“The physician should be in soon to change your bandages.” She said as she set the tray in Yellow’s lap. 

Yellow gave a tired nod as she slowly brought food to her mouth. It seemed every movement pained her and it tore at Blue’s heart. 

“How’s Rosaline?” Yellow questioned after swallowing her first bite. 

“Better. She’s starting to be able to move her fingers again.” She paused and Yellow looked up at her. “She’d very much like to come see you.”

Yellow’s eyes fell back to the tray in her lap.

“You know I don’t want her to see me like this, Azurine. I don’t even want you to see me…” She turned away. 

Gentle but firm fingers on her chin made her look up at the stony face of the eldest princess.

“Nothing will keep me from you, Aurelia.” It was a promise more than anything. A statement of absolute fact. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, my love. This is my fault…” Blue released her, frowning. 

“What?” Yellow blinked, trying to understand her companion’s train of thought. Blue turned away.

“When my mother began acting unusual I should have done something. Now the empire is caught in a bloody rebellion and worse still you and Rosaline are suffering for my inaction…If I had acted, I could have saved my people from this, saved you both from this.” Tears were gathering in her eyes

Rough fingers smoothed over her cheek and cerulean eyes shot open to look at Yellow. The effort of holding up her arm obviously pained her and Blue took hold of it, holding it to her face, the muscles sagged with relief. 

“No one could have foreseen this, Blue...” She soothed and Blue sniffed. A small smile pulled at Blue’s lips and she looked up at Yellow beneath her wet lashes.  

The knight’s raised brows, a silent indicator of her question.

“Here it is, you’re the injured one, but you’re comforting me…” She half laughed half choked. 

“As I always will.” Yellow smiled tiredly at her, caressing her cheek with a calloused thumb.

With a watery smile she turned to lay a kiss on the rough palm 

“Will you let Pink come? No matter how I assure her, she won’t believe it till she’s seen you herself.” She mumbled against the skin. Yellow sighed.

“I suppose.” She agreed before pulling back her hand to continue eating. Blue watched her with a serene smile.

“I’m going to do something…” Blue finally said quietly after a few minutes, prompting a curious look from Yellow. “About mother...It’s time I acted. She’s become a danger to the empire and to us…” She explained and Yellow looked more than alarmed.

“Blue…” She started unsure. “We both know that I will stand by you, but I am… useless right now.” She hissed.

Blue could tell it hurt her just to say it.

“You can’t fight, but you are never useless, darling, besides, I haven’t yet decided what course of action I need to take, regardless.” She calmed the knight, some of the panic going from her face at that. “But I must act...She’s become unpredictable and grows more violent by the day.” Blue sighed.

“Has something happened?” 

“A group of rebel prisoners were brought in from the front last night, they are set to be burned alive today.” She scowled. 

“Meaning the rebels will answer in kind with our captured soldiers…” Yellow sighed, gaze dropping to the floor. 

“Things have become a mess…” Blue shook her head. 

“Things have been a mess… they’re just getting worse as your mother’s condition worsens.” Yellow said around a mouthful of bread. Blue couldn’t find it in her to disagree.

“I will fix this…” Blue promised, watching the knight flinch with certain movements. 

“You will.” Yellow stated. A fact without doubt. Blue smiled. 

They sat in comfortable silence while Yellow ate.

No sooner had she finished a knock sounded on the door. Blue stood up, smoothing out her skirts and standing a respectable distance away.

“Come in.” Yellow called. 

The royal physician poked his head through and smiled upon seeing the knight sitting up. He bowed to Blue. 

“A good morning to you, your Highness and to you captain. It’s time to change your bandages.” He stepped inside, the necessary supplies under one arm. Yellow nodded.

“I will leave you to it. I’ll go let Rosaline know of what we talked about, captain.” Blue said as she moved around the man to the door. Yellow nodded.

Blue quietly shut the door behind her as she walked out in the hall. The fact that both Pink and Yellow seemed to be on the mend lifted some of the weight from her shoulders.

They we're both so resilient. 

she smiled to herself as she walked up the steps to the third floor where Pink's and her own room where located.

she was so engrossed in her thoughts but she did not notice the person coming toward her down the hall.

"Azurine" 

Blue stopped cold suddenly noticing her mother standing in front of her in the hall and immediately began to try and determine how lucid the queen was.

"Mother…"Blue had to force herself to curtsy in the queen's presence.

"How are you today?" The queen questioned and it gave Blue pause. For the first time in days the queen's eyes seemed clear, at least for now. 

"Fine... I was just on my way to speak with Rosaline…" she said warily. Unsure how to proceed, she didn’t know what might set of a change in the monarch. 

"Ah, of course. I won't keep you, I was wondering if you had seen Captain Stone?" She inquired. Blue jolted, looking at her mother with wide blue eyes. Was this a sick jape? Looking into her mother’s eyes, she decided that no, it wasn’t. Her mother did not remember ordering the knight to lashings. 

“Captain Stone is in bed, healing from her wounds…” The words came out sharp and cold.

“Wounds?” The queen tilted her head, looking concerned and a deep coldness settled over Blue, turning her insides to ice.

“Yes, from the lashing’s you ordered four days ago…” It took all she had not to ground those words out between her teeth. The queen seemed surprised by this news before a slow understanding seemed to crawl upon her face.

“Oh… yes… I suppose I did…” The queen was looking off into the distance again, seemingly lost. “I suppose I’ll send the garrison commander…” She seemed to be talking more to herself now as she began to wander away without a second glance at her elder daughter. 

A blinding fury rose up in Blue, that her mother could have Yellow publicly lashed and than forget it had ever happened. 

Her fists clenched into her skirts and she jerked when her fingers brushed the handle of the dagger strapped to her thigh. 

Blue jolted up straight as her fingers slipped through the small, purposeful slit in her dress and let her fingers wrap around the onyx handle. 

They were alone in the hall.

The queen's back turned to her only a few feet away, unsuspecting.

It would be so quick. 

Her fingers clenched tightly around the handle before she let her it go, and watched the older woman walk down the stairs till her white hair disappeared from sight.

Beneath all Blue's fury was sorrow. Sorrow that everyday someone she had once loved was slowly disappearing, becoming an apparition that haunted the palace halls, and her and her sister’s memories.    

She shut her eyes tight and let out a long sigh before continuing down the hall to Pink's room. 

She rapped her knuckles against the door and her sister's yell immediately invited her inside. 

Blue peaked inside to find the youngest princess sitting on her bed. Her bandaged hands set gently in her lap. 

Pink looked up to her, smiling,but the moment her eyes landed on Blue the smile fell away.

"What's wrong?" The youngest royal asked as she slid off the bed to stand in front of her.

"Nothing's wrong." She insisted. Pink just frowned up at her and Blue sighed. "I simply ran into mother in the hall…she was asking for Yellow. She has no recollection I'm ordering Yellows lashings."

The frown on Pink's lips seemed to deepen as she looked around Blue at the closed door, as though her mother might come through at any given second. 

"It's alright." Blue said. "She went down the stairs." 

"I saw her walking around the halls last night…" She glanced back up at Blue.

"I heard her." Blue nodded. 

"What is she doing?"

"I couldn't begin to guess." Blue shook her head wearily. "Something to worry about another day. I came to tell you the Yellow has finally agreed to let you come see her." 

That seemed to instantly cheer the younger girl. The smile jumping back onto her face. 

"Really?" She bounced on her toes and Blue could only smile and nod. 

"The physician was changing her bandages when I left but they should be finished by the time we get back." 

“Yes, let’s go!” She nodded eagerly. She reached for the door but stopped, wincing a little as her fingers tried to close around the handle.

“Let me, Pink.” Blue reached around her and opened the door. 

“Right… thanks.” Pink peaked out into the hall and finding it devoid of the queen hurried to the stairs, Blue right behind her. 

Just as they approached Yellow’s door, it swung open as the royal physician let himself out, he stopped, seeing the princess’ and gave a quick bow.

“Your Highness’.” He looked to Blue “The captain’s wounds are healing as expected, there have been no signs of infection either.” He smiled and internally Blue sagged with relief at the news. “They have begun to scab over so moving will prove a bit more difficult but it’s my suggestion that she go outside for some fresh air. Perhaps you will have better luck convincing her than I.” He smiled and gave another bow to the two before turning and walking away. 

He left the door open and Pink wasted no time darting inside.

“Yellow!” Pink beamed as soon as she saw the blonde. “How are you? How do you feel? Does it hurt terribly?” She fired off making the knight blink owlishly at her.

Blue giggled as she closed the door behind her, leaving the three of them in the privacy of Yellow’s quarters. 

“Pink, breathe and let her answer one question before you ask another.” She reminded the girl as she passed to sit on the bed next to the knight.

“I’ll be fine, Rosaline. How are you?” She asked instead. Pink blinked back, surprised by the question. She looked down at her bandaged hands, each individual finger carefully covered to prevent infection, thought it also made it difficult to move them. 

“No, I’m fine!” She held up her hands as if to show the knight. Yellow didn’t look at all convinced. 

“I’ve been burned before.” She said easily. “I imagine it still hurts quite a bit.” She stated simply. 

Pink twitched her fingers and twinged at the pain and tightness in the digits, she frowned.

“You’re a lot stronger than anyone gives you credit for.” 

She jerked up to look at Yellow wide eyed. 

“I’ve known grown men who whined more at less.” She hummed. Pink’s cheeks darkened at the knight captain’s praise. 

Blue looked adoringly at the knight out the side of her eye. 

“Yeah… well, thanks.” The princess mumbled abashedly.   

"The physician said it would be best if you went outside for some fresh air and sunshine…" Blue spoke up taking the attention off the youngest.

Yellow pursed her lips and turned her head, avoiding Blues gaze. 

"I know you probably don't want to go outside or let anyone see you but it will help.”

“I’d prefer not too…” The knight groused. 

 “Please, for me?" Blue batted her eyes at the knight whose face puckered up like she’d swallowed a lemon.

"Fine" She finally scowled.

"Excellent" She smiled. "I'll help you get into something." She stood from the bed and walked over to the open wardrobe on the far side of the room. Yellow huffed as Blue began digging through her attire.

"Yellow?" 

The knight turned back to Pink who was gently touching the bandages wrapped around her fingers and looking intently at the stone floor.

"What is it, Rosaline?"

"I'm sorry." She said quietly, looking at the knight from beneath her lashes. 

Blonde eyebrows disappeared into equally blonde hair. Yellows eyes flickered to Blue who had stopped to watch the two over her shoulder. 

"For what?" The knight questioned. 

Pink's eyes went back to her hands.

"If I hadn't gotten hurt you probably wouldn't have been punished…" She began softly.

“Stop” Yellow said quietly but the one word halted all other noise in the room. She sighed tierdley and Pink tried not to shrink in on herself at the woman’s aggravated look.

“What happened wasn’t your fault, Rosaline.” 

“But…” 

“No” Yellow snapped, scowling but it wasn’t Pink she was angry at. “What happened was not your fault… nor yours.” She looked up at Blue. “It was simply something unfortunate that happened due to the queen’s… sickness. You and I both are victims of that, Pink.” She finished. 

Pink looked at her wide eyed. 

“What?” Yellow leaned back at the wide grin on the girl’s face. 

“You’ve never called me ‘Pink’ before.” Her wide eyes almost sparkled in the morning sun. 

Yellow felt her face grow hot and she turned to Blue who was just smiling at her. 

“Are we going outside or not?” She finally huffed, turning her full attention to Blue, who was still standing in the open wardrobe.

“Of course, darling.” She giggled to herself, pulling some clothes out.

“Next time just enjoy it, don’t make mention of it.” Blue whispered into Pink’s ear as she walked by. Pink just grinned. 

Getting Yellow dressed was a slow process, as was getting her down the stairs without too much jostling.

“Let’s go to my garden!” Pink suggested. Blue looked at Yellow who just nodded as they slowly made their way to the private garden the queen had built when Pink was born. 

It was private, no palace windows faced it and servants only attended it at certain times. Right now it stood empty save for the three of them and the immaculate rose bushes of varying colors that surrounded the area. 

Yellow carefully sat herself on the large carved marble bench, Blue sitting next to her, hands folded in her lap. Their legs brushed but Blue made sure to keep well away from the knights torso. Pink quickly disappeared into the forest of flowers. They could hear her her rustling about somewhere in the foliage.

Blue glanced at her companion and was glad the knight seemed to perk up in the warm sunlight. 

‘Like a grouchy sunflower.’ She thought to herself, amused. 

Yellow carefully reached out and took one of Blue’s folded hands and held it securely in her own. Blue couldn’t help the tranquil smile that worked its way onto her face as the warmth of Yellow’s skin seeped into her. She held the knights hand in her lap, running her fingers over her knuckles contentedly.

“I wish everyday could be like this one.” She murmured. Yellow made an agreeing sound. 

“I found them!” Pink came running up to them with a pair of roses held carefully in her bandaged hands and handed one to Yellow and Blue, who was grinning brightly at the golden colored rose now grasped between her fingers.

Yellow hummed in thought at the sapphire tinted flower the princess had given her.

“They’re beautiful, Pink.” Blue smiled, sliding the flower’s stem into her hair behind her ear, careful of the thorns. 

“They are.” Yellow agreed. Blue plucked the flower from her hand and set it carefully behind Yellow’s ear, ignoring the look the knight was giving her. 

“Ah, but what about you?” Blue questioned. 

“Me?” Pink asked. 

“Yes, you.” She smiled and reached across to one of the nearby rose bushes and carefully plucked off one of its dainty, blush colored flowers. Carefully Blue arranged the plant in her sister’s puffy curls until she was satisfied. 

“Perfect.” She leaned back, admiring her work with a smile.

“Indeed.” Yellow agreed with a nod. 

“Thanks…” Pink ducked her head, trying to hide the smile she couldn’t push down. 

They sat in the garden till the sun dipped behind the palace’s walls, casting them in shadows.

“Come, we had best go back inside. Yellow needs to rest and it’s time to have your bandages changed. You head off that way.” Blue told Pink as she stood from the bench and stretched before turning back around to offer her hands to Yellow and helping her stand. 

“Alright.” Pink sighed and stood from the ground. “I’ll come see you tomorrow, Yellow.” She called as she took off jogging back toward the castle. 

“Energetic as ever.” Yellow chuckled. 

“She wasn’t like that yesterday, you know. She’s really been missing you…” She said, helping the knight stand.  

Yellow hummed, but Blue caught the twitch of her lip. 

“You know…” She started, looking at the deep cobalt rose still sitting behind the knight’s ear. “I think that flower is very becoming of you, my love.” She smirked.

Yellow chuckled.   

“I think blue might be my color.” She grinned at her.

Blue rolled her eyes, but the smile betrayed her as she pressed her hands to the knight’s cheeks.

“I think you might be right.” She murmured before pressing a soft kiss to her mouth.

[albedosoyna]

Title:  Rest

Characters:  Aranea Highwind and Lunafreya nox Fleuret Pairing: Aranea and Lunafreya (breeze on the moon or windy moon?) Rating: PG Summary:  Aranea takes care of Luna Contents:  Snuggling and some swear words.  -  Story for rare pairs week with the key word: Comfort.

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Ravus was being a dick bag again and Aranea had no issues with telling him that. His face was twisted in anger as he pointed a finger at her and thankfully not touching her. “Stay out of this, Aranea. This is between my sister and I.” His voice was filled with anger.

Aranea was sure that was the only emotion he had.

“Like I said, dick bag, you can give up on the tired ol’ arguments and leave.” She knew that Ravus was giving her a hard time for talking to Noctis through that notebook again. Ravus got irrationally angry every time that he saw that dark mutt pad into her room.

She had seen Umbra leaving Luna private quarters. It was a strange way to communicate but Lunafreya enjoyed writing in the book and including pictures to the brat prince. It wasn’t something she bothered to understand about the Oracle.

“Don’t you have patrols to do?” Ravus sneered at her.

“Off the clock, dick bag,” she said and cocked her hip. He was lucky she had removed her armour already. He was always dressed in his large fancy oversized white robes but Aranea didn’t feel the need when she was visiting Luna. She had already changed into a pair of low cut jeans and a sweater. “You know that they don’t pay overtime.”

She saw his eye twitch and it made her smile. He made a stupid small sound that was supposed to be indignant but came out as a pout and stormed past her and out of Luna private rooms. She ensured that the door was secured behind him.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on him, Aranea,” Luna said as she sank into her favorite chair. She was still dressed in her usual pristine white dress, her hair plaited with braids and the white strappy sandals she refused to change. She looked tired and there was a wrinkle in her forehead that showed that she had a headache. “His heart was broken and it will still take much to repair it.”

“That is a lame excuse for being a dumbass.” She walked towards the blond woman and ran a hand down the side of her face. There was a chill to her skin that only occurred after she had pushed her powers to far.

Luna turned into the touch and sighed, her blue eyes closing and her hands reaching up to take her hand. The dragoon smiled as the oracle kissed her hand before letting it go. “I know I promised to have dinner with you tonight, but I’m rather tired. More than I anticipated after today’s audience.” She let out a deep sigh and pressed her hands against her stomach. “Please forgive me.”

“How many did you hold audience for?”

“I couldn’t turn them away.” Luna whispered and looked at her lap.

Aranea grunted and crossed her arms. “You push yourself too hard.” The dragoon wanted to give her hell again for doing it. Her healing powers took the sickness into herself for a time, making her feel ill, and draining her energy. “You’re gonna burn yourself out and then you will be no good to anyone.”

The dragoon knelt in front of her and rested her arms on her legs and took the oracle’s hands into hers.

“They were in so much pain, Aranea.” Luna had tears in her eyes and her face twisted in pain.

Aranea sighed and squeezed her hands. “I know.” She had long ago stopped arguing with her about how she had to look after herself. Luna was selfless and as much as Aranea wanted her to focus on herself, she knew that the oracle would ever change.

Luna cried, sniffled and shook. It took five minutes to gain her composure and Aranea would give her all the time that she needed to calm herself.

“You should ban the ass rag from bothering you after you give blessings. You don’t need the stress,” Aranea said as she stroked her arms.

“He’s my brother,” Luna said with a sad smile.

“Still makes him a dick patch.” Aranea grumbled and moved to stand up still holding her hands. Luna laughed as she was pulled up out of the chair and pulled into Highwind’s arms.

“That’s a new insult. Have you used it on him yet?” The oracle shuffled along with Highwind holding her up as she let her toward the washroom.

“Not yet. I did throw that one at the Chancellor. He frowned appropriately.” Aranea was glad to hear Luna chuckle. The dragoon was a little alarmed at how cold her skin was. She must have a lot of healing. The bags under her eyes were dark and her steps were weak.

“You’re going to get yourself fired,” Luna chuckled.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Aranea responded. She positioned the other woman so that she could access the zipper in the back of her dress. “Let’s get you warmed up and tucked into bed. I will make sure there is a big breakfast for you in the morning.”

“You don’t need to do this. I know you’re busy,” Luna said as the dress slipped down her shoulders and pooled near her feet.

“I know. Not going to leave ya here on your own,” Aranea said.

“I have servants to help me and if I asked Ravus …”

“Nope. Not happening,” Aranea cut her off and pushed her towards the tub. She stumbled over her dress slightly but Aranea controlled her movements so that she was soon sitting on the edge of the tub only in her underwear and shoes.

“Airy,” she whispered fondly, “You worry too much about me.” The oracle reached behind her back to release the bra from her shoulders with a sigh. Any other night Aranea would roll her eyes and compare boob sizes. She so envied Luna’s perky breasts and had let her know that they were a perfect and wonderful handful. There would be none of that talk tonight.

“Girls gotta look out for one another,” Aranea whispered and gave her a small peck on the lips. “Let me run the water and I want you to soak until your skin is bright pink. I will make you a mint tea, which you will drink the whole thing before we cuddle into bed.”

Luna smiled, blinking slowly. The oracle reached up her hand and caressed the other's cheek. “I am so sorry.”

“Never be sorry for who you are,” Aranea said and kissed her lips chastely. “Now, don’t get all sentimental and all that crap.” The dragoon knelt down again to remove Luna’s sandals and gave her feet a gentle massage. Luna groaned at the touch.

“You need more sensible shoes.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” Luna countered.

“I wear boots, darling.” Aranea looked up and into the womans blue eyes. She was looking more relaxed and calm, even though they were still rimmed with red. “Totally different and don’t leave weird tan lines.” Aranea was greeted with an eye roll. “Now get in the tub and relax. Get those cute lace panties off your skinny butt.”

The statement earned her a giggle and she watched the princess of Tenabrae and oracle slip out of her panties, toe them out off her feet and slide into the tub with a very large sigh. Her blue eyes closed as she sank into the water up to her shoulders.

“I’ll take out your braids.”

It was something to do so that she didn’t pace or stare at her. She knelt down beside the tub and started to undo the braids and put the ribbons aside. Luna hummed and moved her head only when she gently nudged her head back and forth so that her hair was soon freed. “Do you want your hair washed?” she asked. Luna just grunted. Aranea read that as a ‘no’. She ensured that all the braids were out and there was so knots by running her hands through her hair and giving her a gentle scalp massage.

“You spoil me,” Luna whispered.

“Nah. I’m just givin’ you want you deserve.” The dragoon stood up and stretch. “Soak and chill. I’m going to get your robe and tea. “I’ll be back to collect you in about ten minutes.”

Luna made a small sigh. “Thank you, Airy.”

The other woman padded around the oracles quarters, getting the kettle started and digging out the night clothes for them both to wear. Aranea changed into a simple crop top and boy shorts. She ate something quick from the fridge as the kettle screamed for attention. She made two cups of mint tea and placed one on each side of the bed.

Walking back into the bathroom, she smiled as Luna turned towards her. “I believe I need some help getting up.”

Aranea was afraid of that. She would have to talk to the people that let the people that need healing in. They couldn’t push her like this. Luna was not a woman that would say no to anyone, especially if they were in need or in pain. Grabbing a large towel, she pulled the blond woman out of the water, wrapping her gently and drying her.

Once she was dry, she got her dressed in a simple white shift that she always like to wear into bed. She was almost asleep on her feet.

There was certainly going to be words.

“I smell mint.”

“I got your tea ready. Come on. Climb into bed, there.” Aranea directed her every movement as she settled into the blankets and melted into the mattress. Her blue eyes blinked twice before they remained closed.

Sighing loudly, “So much for the tea.” She sipped her own cup as she tucked the oracle into the white sheets.

Aranea thought she was going to have a little more time to talk to her before she succumbed to sleep but didn’t blame her. She did want to ask her about the rumours of the arranged marriage to the brat prince. She had no desire to talk to Ravus or the other other members of council, as they were all behaving like jerk faces recently.

Before crawling into bed, she sent an email with what she required to ensure that Luna would have Altissa toast for breakfast, with extra berries.

It was always one of her favorites to eat.

Once that was done, she crawled into bed beside Luna. She rolled onto her side and reached for the smaller woman. Luna effortlessly moved into her arms with a sigh and groan as she fell into position as the little spoon. Aranea buried her face into her blond hair and allowed her steady breathing lull her into a relaxing rest.

Notes:

Altissa toast was shamelessly taken from the Fic Classified because I am obsessed with it. (Ignis/Gladio fic if your interested)  

Also, this is for rarepair week as I have not seen this pairing until rare pair week so... I hope you enjoy the hard and soft side of Aranea.

No beta. We live like women and our mistakes are bared for all to see.