#spring prompt

[sturnsfx]

Quiet Moments.

Matt Sturniolo fluff

summary: With Matt, not only did you discover the beauty and peace that each season had to offer but also the love and affection that he was willing to give you.

warnings: none :)

You have both noticed that when summer ends, your days together become more peaceful. You can't help but feel calm whenever the pool in the backyard starts to lose its company, or when the wind turns slightly chillier. It's an opportunity to bask in each other's company, revel in the quiet moments, and just be together.

In the winter, Matt's hands clasp yours and bring them both together to his mouth, hot air blowing into them as the heat from the fireplace reaches your bodies. It's mid-December and Chris can hear the soft tune of Lana del Rey's Paris, Texas sounding from the living room as his older brother holds up a small copy of The Prisoner of Azkaban in front of your faces while you quietly read with your legs tangled together with the mugs sat on the table in fornt of you.

In the fall, flour flies over your heads as your soft laughter echoes around the kitchen, and the episode of Gilmore Girls is left forgotten in the background. You continue to mix the pumpkin-flavored batter as Matt takes a moment to appreciate these little moments with you, where your hair falls perfectly over your face and your smile doesn't leave your face even when you are done playing.

In the spring, you can't help but smile as you watch Matt with a handmade flower crown on his head. The wind blows the petals around as you both laugh and enjoy each other's company. It's those little moments that make life so sweet, right? "What are you staring at, huh?" You say, a playful smile lingering on your lips. He snickers, a hand reaching and covering his mouth "You have some..." He bursts out laughing as the flower petals fly off and your hair gets thrown back by the wind.

As the seasons changed, you both found care in the quiet moments you shared. In these moments, you not only discovered the beauty and peace that each season had to offer but also the love and affection your boyfriend was willing to give.

[cloveroctobers]

BARRY OBX — spring prompts 🕊️

A/N: although this fandom isn’t for me…there’s no way you thought I wouldn’t be writing something for Barry. Also only just finished episode six but thanks to tik-tok I was able to see a Barry edit for this season that was 👏🏽🙏🏾 👀 and further motivation to write this small thing. We still stanning over here! Also where are the new gifs at for this man?

Prompts are from this list & I’m using 4.) taking deep inhales of the fresh spring air + 24.) lying under the sunny sky and watching the clouds.

༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*

The sun gave just the right amount of warmth against Barry’s skin, which fought off the brisk air the now blossoming season provided. Barry found himself completely relaxed, laying on his back, arms folded behind his head and staring up at the puff of clouds that drifted along the sky.

He hardly had the time to just enjoy the weather, if he wasn’t working—scheming—depends who you ask. It felt pretty damn good to just be in the park, surrounded by the trees that whistles a sweet tune every so often. He was so comfortable and free that he finally felt his eyes slowly begin to close.

A harsh cough was released, making Barry snap his dark eyes open to realize that the sound was coming from the silhouette that was actually sitting on top of him.

You so happened to be sitting right on his lap, almost hacking up a lung with a hand on your chest.

Barry pushed himself up onto his elbows, furrow in his brows as he asked, “what’s happening, bloom?”

Once you caught your breath, you glanced back at Barry and wheezed, “I think something with wings went down my throat.”

“And how that happen?”

“I was just taking in the fresh air and the earth betrayed me like I’m not one of her own.”

Barry snorted to himself, sitting upwards to slip his hands from the sides of your ass to lock them around your waist. He then placed a kiss to the back of your neck, enjoying the weight of you on him.

He was really bonding with nature, your words not his and forgot that you also made yourself comfortable on his lap. If the both of you didn’t have a warning for “indecent exposure,” from mr. Park control (thanks to last time) then Barry would definitely initiate some freaky deaky actions to really promote this peaceful outing.

“Here, drink some.” Barry reached out and into the extra bag you brought with you.

His hand pulled out a glass bottle and squinted at the label then read it out loud, “elderflower rose lemonade. Don’t know where the hell you got this from but i hope it helps.”

Next he popped the bottle cap off with his teeth before holding it out for you to grasp.

Holding the bottle up in cheers, you went to sipping as Barry settled to the side back on his elbow. He then dragged your bag over by the books of the month the both of you were reading asking, “I think it’s about time we eat somethin’ don’t you? I sure hope you ain’t bring none of those croissants with that green shit that’s not weed sprinkled on top of it.”

It was your turn to laugh, remembering the look of disgust on Barry’s face when you brought him some matcha croissants. He was all for pastries but felt like once you started adding unnecessary items to the original? He had something to say about it.

“Lucky for you, there’s just sandwiches and chips in there. No funny business.” You replied, sliding off his lap to lay on your stomach beside him now.

How ironic of that statement to be made as the both of you got a view of a few familiar faces making their way through the park. Sarah peddled by on her bike with Cleo standing on the back of it, the two being oblivious to the couple as they carried on through the looped pathway; followed by Pope roller blading backwards after them, and lastly JJ who was on his skateboard, sending a middle finger mostly Barry’s way.

“I’ll chuck this bottle right at his wheels, send that boy skidding real quick.” Barry warned, fingers just itching for your drink.

Instantly, you slipped a hand up Barry’s collarbone, pass the gold chain on his neck, and continued traveling it up to his jawline to turn his attention back to yours.

“Nope, none of that. We are only focusing on the good weather today, all the new growth that’s comes with my favorite season, and how good i look in these jeans.” You encouraged.

Barry couldn’t help but to let his eyes trail downwards, making a dimple appear in his cheek as he placed a hand on the small of your back, before leaning forward to place his lips right on yours.

Which also erupted a smile from your own before you pulled apart, “and oh you’re not so bad to look at either…even if you chopped that luscious hair off.”

You ran a finger over the scar in Barry’s hair who scoffed, knowing you still felt some sort of way about his new-do…although that didn’t stop you from touching it—

Barry then let out a sigh and threw himself onto his back, getting another view of the vibrant sky and once more thinking about all the good possibilities that spring can bring. And as he turned his gaze from the clouds and focused back on your easy smile, he understood why you were named bloom.

༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*·˚-‘๑’-༊*

Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

[lady-bess]

Hi Mrs Daniels!

I'm back with my Ask games again!

This time we have a spring based prompts theme. You get a spring prompt and a character and I'd like to know your head canon/immediate thoughts on the combination.

Character: Jack Daniels (of course)

Prompt: petals

With love,

El

Petals

Jack Daniels x F!OC General/Teen+ Content W/C: 913 Notable tags: Spring, Spring Prompt, Retired Jack, Domestic Jack, Fluff.

A/N: Finally getting round to this ask! Thank you my dear El for sending this in - I now sufficiently have an image of retired Jack swirling round my head 🫠🫠 (Is anyone surprised?)

Enjoy!

LadyBess xox

Life was slower for Jack now, but he couldn’t be more thankful for it. For too long he’d lived his life swept away in the hustle and bustle of working for Statesman. But now, he took every day one hour at a time, and he enjoyed every moment.

Retirement was treating him well. After nearly thirty years serving with Statesman, he’d done his time, and decided to hang up his lasso for good. No more did he want to be running around, putting his life at risk, chasing down some of the world’s most nefarious criminals - not after he met her, either.

She’d come into his life at a time he’d least expected it, but now five years on he couldn’t imagine his life being any different. It was almost hard to imagine that there had been a time without her. They’d met by sheer chance one afternoon in May when his flight to the New York office got delayed, and they’d just been at the right place at the right time. With a few hours to kill, they started chatting just to pass the time, but when it came to boarding the plane Jack knew he wanted to make her all his.

Six months later, he did.

They’d lived together ever since, out in the depths of the Kentucky countryside. Jack had always wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and have a home like what he had now - simple, functional, and picturesque. Situated on a few acres of land, it wasn’t like the old ranch he’d grown up on, but it was close enough. He had a few horses, and a few hens; that more than sufficed.

He had a simple life now, and took enjoyment in the small pleasures. Today was no exception. The sky had been clear this morning when he rose, a crispness to the air and a fine dew on the grass. Spring was well and truly here, and the garden they both meticulously maintained reflected this. Flowers of every colour started to bloom, a small rainbow in the beds littering the land.

Jack smiled to himself, fully content, as he relaxed back into the wooden swing bench which he’d installed under an oak tree just behind the main house. It had become his favourite place to be, especially on early mornings like these. A gentle breeze swayed past him, carrying a few loose petals across the green grass, and he watched as they danced away into the distance.

And that’s when he saw her.

Jack always woke up early - it was a habit he’d got into from his time with Statesman. He always slept light, his body finding it difficult even in retirement to not have to worry about being constantly alert. As such, once he woke up in the mornings, he found it hard to drift back off to sleep. Usually he’d just get up, and be by himself for a couple of hours. But just occasionally, she’d be up too.

Today was one of those mornings.

He smiled at her from across the garden, watching her come towards him with two mugs of tea in her hands. She was still dressed in last night’s pyjamas, a navy blue knee-length nightdress, with slippers to match, but she’d also thrown on one of Jack’s flannel shirts over the top. The gentle wind whipped at the hem of her nightdress, and she giggled as the silk dappled across her thighs. Jack grinned at her as she got closer, refraining himself from making an inappropriate joke.

“Morning, sugar,” he drawled, his voice still thick with sleep. She smiled down at him, handing him one of the piping hot mugs, then settled down next to him on the seat.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she said. Sunshine had been her nickname for Jack, the irony coming from the fact he was usually the complete opposite to a ray of sunlight. At least, he was. Retirement had changed that. But still, the nickname had stuck.

Jack took the mug from her, chuckling to himself, but then thanking her. He took a sip, sighing in contentment as the drink warmed him from the inside. It might be spring time now, but this early in the morning it was still a little on the colder side.

“What’s got you up so early, my love?” he asked. He set the drink down on his knee, stabilising it with one hand on the handle, and then he slipped his other arm across her shoulders. She smiled, leaning into his hold.

“Needed the bathroom, but noticed you’d already got up. Saw you out here and thought I’d keep you company for a little while,” she said. Jack smiled, turning his head to plant a kiss in her hair.

“You’re too sweet, you know that right?” he said, and she giggled.

“So is that why you call me sugar?” she asked, making Jack laugh.

“Maybe. Got a problem with that?” he teased. She turned her head to look at him, smiling warmly as the breeze began to mess up her hair, half in a messy bun from overnight.

“Never, Jack. I love you,” she said, leaning up to kiss Jack softly. He smiled against her lips, applying pressure to hers in return, drinking in the sensation. His body went warm throughout, the contentment and happiness of being with her as clear to him as the sky above. And in that moment, he realised.

He had never been happier.

[puppetmaster13u]

Y’know what would be a funny thing for Danny Phantom crossovers, specifically DC but just in general too.

Danny going around with Ellie and Dan, not as ghosts or halfas or vigilantes or villians. But as the children of Clockwork, aka Kronos, Father Time, and whatever other names he’s gone by. 

Bonus points on if they joke about Ellie pulling a Dad and eating her siblings. “Yeah she was supposed to be septuplets but kind of just absorbed her siblings lol” “Lol??? That’s not a lol thing-”

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Danny leaned over the guy who summoned him. The blue eyed man in a hoodie and boxers, was quite fit but compared to Danny he had nothing.

“So let me see if I got the story straight. You, Richard Grayson, son of one of the most wealthy men in the known cosmos, summoned me, the high king of the infinite realms,to Bludhaven.”

Dick shifted one foot to the other as and refused eye contact.

“Yeah..”

“And you summoned me here at 3 am. Because you fucked up and told your family that you had a partner for the gala your dad holds every New Year’s Eve.”

“Correct.”

Danny sighed and brought a hand to his temple,

“So how am I supposed to help you man? Like I can’t exactly order one of my people for this kind of thing.”

Somehow the guy seemed to get more sheepish as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Well about that-“

“No fucking- Did you really summon to me-“

“Listen, I’m desperate ok!?”

“Desperate!? My god that’s when you ask a friend or pay a hooker or something like that! Not try to seal a deal with the king of the infinite realms!”

Richard Grayson for his part started to pace, Danny didn’t know rather to laugh or cry over the absurdity of the situation.

“Any friend I could bring and pull a lie like this is already going to be there. I specifically said a plus one! My family works close with all of Gotham they would figure out a hooker before we would enter the venue.”

Dick turned and went to his knees,

“Please your majesty, I have like seven younger siblings, I will never live this down, all I ask is one night, please.”

Danny sighed,

“Be lucky that I am not Pariah Dark. He would’ve killed you where you kneel. Alright dumbass get up. I will help you but you will owe me one IOU for me to redeem whenever I wish.”

Danny knelt and offered his hand,

“Do we have a deal?”

“Deal.”

With a shake of a hand Danny brought them both off the ground and he changed back to human.

Danny felt himself smirk as he plopped himself onto the couch.

“Alright, then let’s begin to get ready, we want to be believable yeah? So let’s get to know each other. I’ll go first my human name is Danny Fenton nice to meet you.”

Richard Grayson seemed to gape for a moment before joining him.

“I go by Dick, do you like acrobatics?”

[thepromptswhisperer]

Flower Prompts

“Did you pick them out yourself?”

Stumble upon a dried flower in their partner’s book/private stuff. (One, that looks vaguely familiar. Is that the one they gave them for their first date?)

Wonder if bringing flowers to the date is too much. 

“I’ve never received any before.”

“What did you do?” “What?” “You only ever give me flowers when you have something to confess. So, shoot. I'm listening.”

Know the other is well versed in the language of flowers, and spend hours trying to pick out the right one for them. 

Put a flower in the other’s hair. 

“What’s not to like about flowers?”

Gift the other flowers they are allergic to.

Only realize this is a date and not just a normal hangout when the other gives them flowers. 

“You spoil me.”

“You need to buy a vase.” “Why? This does perfectly fine.” “For now, sure. But what if I wanted to give you flowers every single day from now on?”

“Let me get this straight: You broke into [name]’s garden to pick some of their award-winning flowers for me? How are you still alive?”

Only realize how meaningful the flowers gifted to them are when the other explains why they picked those specific ones.

“They love me, they love me not,...”

See a vase of flowers at the other’s place and wonder if someone else gave them to them. 

“Flowers make me sad.”

Stare at a vase of flowers, gifted to them by the other just hours/etc. before their argument/breakup. 

Receive a flower bracelet/crown made by the other. 

“Do you give all your dates flowers?”

Place a flower on a casket.

“Did I forget our anniversary (again)?”

Receive gifts from an anonymous admirer. First a vase, then a new flower every day. 

Walk into a room that has flower petals strewn all over the floor.

“They smell almost as good as you do.”

“Don’t read too much into it. It’s just a flower. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Date someone who, contrary to them, does not have even a single plant in their apartment/etc.

They imagined lying in a flower field with their partner/etc. to be more romantic than it truly is.

“For something half dead, flowers sure are expensive.”

Think the other wanted to express something specific to them with their flower choice. Turns out, they simply thought they looked nice. 

“What’s your favorite flower?” “Huh? Why?” “One of these days, somebody might want to surprise you with some.” / ”No reason,” only for them to receive some a few days later.

[nerdpoe]

Kon is the only one who remembers Tim. Well, Kon and some guy named Bernard.

For some reason, no one remembers Tim. At all.

Oh they remember Robin, and that's how he got Batman to actually take him seriously, but they don't remember Tim. They know that Wayne Enterprises had a CEO after Bruce, but no one remembers who he was. Gotham elites know that the Drakes had a child, but no one knows who it was.

Batman himself had just thought Kon just had a dream, maybe; until Kon asked him to name the Robin he was recorded as being with after Jason and before Damian.

Then he'd frozen.

Kal told him later that he'd just witnessed a Batman-shaped breakdown. One that only came with realizing that his mind had been compromised by an outside source.

Then the Bats were like a kicked antpile, but they weren't including Kon so.

Fine.

Kon doesn't care about them.

Kon doesn't need them.

Kon needs Tim.

His best friend is missing, vanished off the face of the earth.

Bart doesn't remember Tim either, but he believes Kon. So does Cassie. So they help him by searching other cities Tim's prone to visiting.

He's scouring Gotham again, fuck you very much Batman, when he hears some guy calling at him from a rooftop.

The dude's name is Bernard, and he was Tim's boyfriend.

And he's got a theory.

And, fuck it, it's not like Kon's even got a starting point, so he agrees to cart the little chef around so they can look into it.

Meanwhile, in Nanda Parbat, Tim is imprisoned in a Gilded Cage half technology and half magic as Ra's Al Ghul uses his most recent Magical Artifact to attempt to rewrite everyone's memories, including Tim's.

If Tim isn't remembered by anyone, then there's no chance of Tim being snapped out of the false memories he's about to implant in his protégé/heir.

He's just saving Tim for last.

That way Tim won't have as much fight in him.

He didn't account for Kon for Bernard's necklaces; weird little trinkets Tim had picked up for them in a shop in Hong Kong. Weird little trinkets that actually were just as enchanted as their seller proclaimed them to be.

@simplestoryteller

[pridoo]

saw this pose on pinterest and I really wanted to draw it!! pridoo's adventures in learning colour and bgs continue (with same dinluke goodness as always)

[lavenderotpprompts]

🌸🌷Spring Prompts🌷🌸

Imagine your OTP having a picnic on the first warm day of spring. The sun is shining and they walk to a grassy spot where small flowers are beginning to show their faces. The air smells like spring and a soft breeze blows around them. They lay a blanket down and enjoy the snacks they packed while they bask in the beauty of the day. Afterwards, they lay back and watch the puffy clouds slowly move across the pale blue sky. All is well.

Person A sets about picking fresh blossoms to make a lovely bouquet. They wander around gathering tulips, hyacinths, lilacs, blue bells, lily of the valley, and more until they have a wonderful arrangement of spring blooms. As they do this, they place the flowers that fall out into their hair. Once they’re done, they promptly present the spring bouquet to person B who is left a blushing mess at both the sweetness of the gesture and how adorable person A looks with a mess of flowers in their hair.

Imagine your OTP gardening together. Do they have a green thumb or are they just winging it? Imagine they get sidetracked and end up both laughing at one another as they look at the ridiculous smudges of dirt they’ve smeared on each other’s faces.

Imagine your OTP baking spring treats together. Who’s the better baker and who just follows the other’s instructions? Bonus points if one of them bakes and the other just watches, occasionally trying to steal a taste before being playfully swatted away.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Gaze of the Moon (HOTD One-Shot)

Rhaenyra Targaryen x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: You and your wife, the Princess Rhaenyra steal a moment of peace together as you prepare for the coming birth of your child.

Fic type: fluff, romance, reflection

A/N: I had intended for this to be fem!reader x Rhaenyra but it wound up GN. This is also for @hotd-bigbang's March 11th prompt.

HOTD: (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Did you know of that tale?" You asked softly, brushing your wife's hair back behind her ear as she lay against you in the moonlight. "About the second moon who cracked open from the heat of the sun and let the dragons out?"

Your wife let out a deep breath, the back of her skull pressing into your shoulder as she leaned back against you to peer out at the sky- up at the full moon above. She was gorgeous tonight. Radiant, round- both wife and moon.

The silver rays caught in Rhaenyra's loose hair, free tonight from tight braids and silk ribbons. The way you knew she preferred it. She'd been a wild child who'd grown into a proper lady, though you knew she yearned for the freedom of manhood. If she were a man, things would be easier. You both knew this but didn't care to dwell on it. There was no changing what was.

Rhaenyra hummed, eyes catching in the moon's gaze.

"I'm sure I remember my father telling me such a story once," she affirmed softly, lip twitching ever-so-slightly into the ghost of a smile. Your wife spent so much time stone-faced under the watchful eyes of the court vultures that even in the privacy of your own quarters she sometimes had trouble letting the cracks through. You treasured each of them like jewels as they deserved to be. "I used to stay up late into the eve and watch the moon- waiting for her to split and for the night to grow dark save for the fire of dragon's breath,' she admitted, eyes drawing closed as she thought on the memories.

"Perhaps one day, my dear wife," you said, pressing a kiss to her head before allowing your own to lean back against the cold, stone wall behind you. "Tell me, what is High Valyrian for 'moon'?"

You'd been learning her family's language for some time now, and you were certainly getting there. It was just that you preferred to hear the words from Rhaenyra's tongue. And truly, who could blame you when her voice had such royal lilt? Her voice was a balm for the mind. Or your mind, at the very least. You could listen to her speak for an age and then some.

"Hūra," Rhaenyra replied, a soft knowing smirk on her lips. You repeated it back to her, testing the syllables on your tongue. You liked the way it sounded, the way it felt. You reached a hand around her to brush over her swollen belly, round with child.

"If we have a daughter," you said thoughtfully, "Hūra is a nice name, do you not think?" Your fingers danced over her belly, and you both let out a laugh when you felt the babe kick from within her. Rhaenyra's hand joined yours, squeezing comfortingly. You hastily added, "It is not a traditional name, but I like it."

"Princess Hūra Targaryen," Rhaenrya breathed, opening her eyes to peer at her belly. "It does have a ring to it," she agreed, "and if the little one's restlessness is anything to speak of, the babe likes it, too."

You both lapsed into silence for a while, enjoying the light of the moon, the glint of the stars and the sounds of the night. It was quiet at this hour. Your favourite hour. What else could you possibly want for than this? A loving wife in your arms, a babe on the way, a flask of wine to share and the gaze of the moon on you?

"I suppose it is only fair you get to name one of our children," she said after a while. You'd almost thought her asleep in your arms with how quiet she'd been. "Why not the first. Get it out of the way, hmm?" She teased. "What if the babe is a boy?"

You chuckled softly, flicking at her arm in reply to her jape.

"Thank you, wife. Your generosity knows no bounds. I do not think the bairn is a boy, but if he is, I am quite fond of Vēzos. Best keep with the theme."

"One has to wonder where this sudden passion for celestial names has come from, my love," Rhaenyra mused. "Perhaps we will have twins. The Maester did say it was a possibility. Hūna and Vēzos. Moon and Sun-" Rhaenyra shifted uncomfortably as the babe wriggled under her skin. "I like it."

"Strong names," you added, brushing your fingers through her hair softly, aiming to detangle the few knots that caught in your fingers. "Compassionate names. Perfect for bairns destined for greatness."

You suddenly found yourself hoping for twins. A boy and a girl. Siblings to grow up together and protect each other from the horrors that lay dormant in the realm. You could picture them, age three or perhaps four, playing hide and seek in the gardens. Ages ten and four by their mothers' side on the throne. Ages nine and ten crowned joint heirs to the throne. Ages four and thirty sitting side by side on the throne. Ruling, together. Sun and Moon, over their kingdom. Their birth-right. Protecting each other and keeping each other in check. What was best for the kingdom.

The thought filled you with pride. Oh, yes, you hoped for twins. It wouldn't be long now until Rhaenyra was due. Within a month, most likely. It was part of the reason you both were staying up late at night and enjoying the peace. Once Rhaenyra commenced and completed her labours, there wouldn't be much room for peace and quiet.

And yet, you couldn't wait. You didn't like the thought of your lady-wife in pain, but the thought of your quiet chambers filled with the sounds of a babe or two growing big and strong was perhaps motivating enough for you to bear the thought of her pain. You'd be by her side no matter what, of course. Fuck the Maesters and midwives. This was your wife, your babe. You would be there to support her until she asked you to leave.

"We should retire to bed," Rhaenyra broke your thoughts as she began shifting to stand. "We both need our rest for the day to come. I believe we are making arrangements for catering after the birth."

Ah, yes. The feast the King was insisting upon for the birth of his Grand-Sire. As the birth grew closer, more plans needed to be set. Catering, colours, floral arrangements, gifts for the babe. So many things that Rhaenyra and yourself were set to arrange. You may have enjoyed setting the festivities up, but Rhaenyra would be more than happy to sit out if she could.

You hadn't told Rhaenyra yet, but you'd made arrangements with the cooks to send for the ingredients to make Rhaenyra's favourite sweets. Ones she had not had since she were near a babe herself. The rest of the food, however, you both needed to settle on. A job for tomorrow, quite clearly.

You supported her as she stood, following behind. You stretched out the muscles in your arms and legs, creaking with complaint. You could only imagine how Rhaenyra felt. You left the balcony door open to the bedchambers as you helped your wife shift out of her gown.

Once she was settled into the sheets, Rhaenyra let out a sigh of relief. The bed took the weight off her body and allowed her to settle in. You followed, pressing up against her back to keep her warm against the slight chill of the night.

Rhaenyra took your hand and rested it against her belly. You felt any of your remaining troubles melt away for the moment and pressed a kiss to the back of Rhaenyra's neck.

"Good night, my love," you whispered softly, rubbing your thumb over the silky material of her nightdress. "Sleep well, little one."

You drifted off to the sound of Rhaenyra's soft breathing and the quiet chatter of insects out in the gardens below your balcony, dreaming of the bairns to come, and a life well lived.

[fantasy-girl974]

🌸 Kotaloy Days : Spring in my Heart 2024 🌸 - DAY 3 - ▷ Waterfall

For the @marshal-huntress Spring event

[cloveroctobers]

DANTE TORRES — spring prompts 🦋

A/N: alright so I decided to officially do some work for my new husband, it’s time for me to put myself to work and just try lol. If it flops then it flops and I’ll never write for him again but at least I can say I did it!

Synopsis: reader spends a breezy Sunday morning with her boyfriend, Dante Torres who only wants her to see the best in herself. It’s nothing but fluff baby!

Using this prompt list & numbers 19.) being extremely energetic + 35.) getting back up after falling down + 38.) fresh flowers every week

┊♡.﹀﹀.♡┊♡.﹀﹀.♡┊♡.﹀﹀.♡┊ ┊♡.﹀

the spark of energy you had this particular spring morning was fascinating for Dante to see. You were not the morning person out of the pair so it shocked him to see you up and about downstairs.

“Uh, morning, mi corazón. you feeling okay?” Dante asked after awhile, just watching you move around in your thick robe in the kitchen with grace.

You didn’t even flinch, already feeling his eyes on you and hearing the shuffling of his feet as he came down the steps.

Shutting the drawer with your hip, you turned to face your boyfriend of half a year and tilted your head to the side, “morning! Yeah I feel pretty good, why?”

“It’s almost seven-thirty.” Dante stepped into the kitchen to place his hands on the cool island, “I’m just making sure you’re alright…and no one possessed your body while we slept beside each other last night.”

Scoffing at the buzzed hair man you replied, “You’re not funny.”

Dante let out a small laugh as it was his turn to watch you take sip at your chia water, “since you’re up…”

“Oh no.”

Courage the cowardly dog who?!

“Kev had to take care of something for his sister this morning so he won’t be meeting up with me,” Dante started as he now leaned against the island, “want to work out with me?”

Normally you would decline since exercising wasn’t your thing despite the encouragement of your primary doctor telling you to get back into it. You were satisfied just doing a few stretches and calling it a day but with the way Dante was looking at you, you didn’t have the heart.

“Fine but you’ll have to keep up with me.” You slightly challenged the man who raised his brows, “don’t forget, I would have made it to the Olympics back in college if it wasn’t for my health scare.”

Dante nodded his head at this.

He heard all about it. How running was something you loved to do, had a passion for ever since you were young. It started with winning the 50-yard dash in elementary to joining track and competing in high school that led you to a scholarship for college. You were so fast, Dante saw the old home-videos your big brother and dad boasted about when you brought him home for thanksgiving.

There was such light in your eyes in those videos and you still had a smile on your lips when you looked back on the videos yourself. However Dante knew that passion changed once you became injured which lead to other health issues. He would never push you, he was always compassionate but it never hurt to do what your body allowed. If you just tried.

“Well come see me on the field then,” Dante lightly taunted, “we leave in thirty minutes.”

Playfully sighing you rolled your head around as you placed the mug into the deep sink, “you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Mr. Torres.”

He smiled at you, “I don’t think you do.”

“Ohhhh.” You raised your hands in surrender as you walked around to stand beside him, “bet.”

Dante dipped his head at you, a smirk on his lips as he watched you spin away from his sight. He snickered to himself loving that he was firing you up this morning; beginning to move to get himself a beverage.

“Hey! No coffee, I need you hydrated and at your best.” You called from the stairs making the man peek around, secretly wondering if you had eyes on the back of your head.

“You got it, coach!” Dante joked, placing his mug back into the rack and went to the pantry to grab two 30oz water bottles.

You regretted this as soon as you climbed out of the car for good. It was super windy that your eyes were watery the minute the air greeted you. It was a Sunday morning and Dante drove the two of you to a high school where you would be working out for possibly the next hour.

He approached you from around the dodge charger, trying to catch your eye and once he did he asked, “still feeling okay?”

“Oh yeah,” you sniffed, briefly using your knuckle to wipe away at the wetness by the corner of your eyes, “where’s your hat? It’s chilly out here.”

Dante paused, wondering if this was you deflecting and chose to keep up with you for now, “I don’t need that. I’ve got my hood and that just means my body will have to pump harder to get the blood flowing.”

“Okay,” you walked around him ready to head down to the racing track, “I don’t want to hear a thing with you crying to me that your throat hurts in a few days.”

“Yeah, yeah. You say that now but I know you’ll always take care of me like I do you.” Dante explained, walking after you and tossing a arm across your shoulders.

You rolled your eyes but said nothing because that much was true.

The football field was huge, open, circular; recently renovated and the track was just as beautiful. Walking through the gates you felt a sense of adrenaline but also a spark of fear that you ignored?

Today was not about holding back.

“Let’s stretch first, get some walking in, and go from there?”

“Sure.”

The both of you faced each other, reaching back to pull at one ankle and hold. Since you couldn’t do that for your second leg, you decided to sit down like a star-fish and lean over to touch your toes. Soon Dante was doing the same movements before he was back on his feet and jogging in one place with high-knees. He was more active than you were, so it felt like he got through his stretches much quicker than you.

However he was always patient and provided acts of service.

“Can I help?” Dante asked after he was done doing his final stretch and once he received a nod from you he instructed, “lay back for me.”

Gently he grabbed at your ankle of your old injured leg and pulled it up in the air, straight towards the sky and into a light stretch. After doing that for awhile to both legs he said, “now the uncomfortable one.”

“Okay,” you breathed, knowing this was the one you hated, since your joints still locked up even after all these years.

Dante bent your leg at the knee and pushed it towards your chest, where you really felt that tightness. After holding it for at least twenty seconds, he wiggled your leg out to relax before going two more times.

“We’re ready.” You announced as Dante pulled you up to your feet.

“Ready.” He dipped his head, before the both of you walked through the turf to the red track.

After walking around once and began walking around twice, you started off the light jog still feeling the resistance in that leg but you took your time and Dante kept pace with you.

The only time you recently jogged was to get to the fridge—when the house was completely dark…so this was honestly new territory for you.

“We’re good, we got this.” Dante was motivation beside you, as you both focused on different things while you ran beside each other.

It wasn’t until the third lap around that you switched that jog into a sprint. That caught Dante by surprise as he glanced over at you up ahead and quickly switched paces too. Once your hands became straight as you ran, he knew it was game on. The smile that broke out onto your lips and the glint in your eyes was enough to make Dante happy too.

He was sure it felt physically different to do this after so many years but he was honored to witness joy back on your face.

You knew your limit and finished one lap of a full sprint, deeming that as enough and the both of you went back to the turf to catch your breath.

“Ah!” You cheered, removing your fists from your hips to raise in the air, “I did it!”

“Hell yeah, you did! You did so well, mi corazón.” Dante grinned at you, walking towards you to lightly grip your neck lovingly.

You felt so proud of yourself. What may seem small to others was big for you and Dante knew this. He grabbed your water bottles from the side and brought them back over to hydrate.

“I wanna do some pull-ups. What do you want to do?”

“I think I’m gonna test those bleachers while I still have this energy in me.” You swayed from one foot to the other, glancing over at the empty bleachers behind you.

“Okay! That’s what I’m talking about, you got this!” He slapped his hand against yours, intertwining your fingers together.

“You too,” you pecked his lips, “I don’t want to see you shirtless over there.”

“Why not?” Dante pulled at the front of his hoodie, “that might be more motivation to keep you going up those steps, no?”

“For my eyes only.” You pointed at the man who laughed around his water bottle.

“There’s nobody out here but you and me, babe.” He said after swallowing his water.

A squalling from a bird sounded through the air, making Dante look towards the blue before he looked back at you. The blank look you sent him made him burst out into laughter, that his eyes shut on him.

“I gotchu. I understand, top stays on.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, let’s get to work!”

And once you turned away from him, Dante couldn’t help but to keep his eyes on you as you approached the bleachers. The only time he took his eyes off you was to analyze the yellow goal post before he got his body into position.

Dante was usually persistent on his work tasks and it took him a minute to focus on his own. His curiosity got the best of him as he pulled his weight up and down while briefly looking over at you. You started off slow until you found your rhythm and that made Dante proud.

To see you doing well was enough for him to do his own routine. He lost count of how many reps he was on and liked the burn that was in his biceps. He was just about to push himself on top of the post and hold his weight when he heard the clinging on the bleachers.

“Oh!” A unfamiliar voice ripped through the field, that Dante didn’t bother to further focus on.

He wasn’t sure when anyone else joined in on the field but when he turned to the bleachers, he saw you laying down in the pathway. Immediately he dropped to his own feet and began jogging over to the bleachers.

Before he could reach you, you popped back up with a bubble of laughter escaping your lips as your held your forearm.

“Hey! What happened?” Dante reached the end of the bleachers, ready to hop up them but you winced getting to your feet yourself.

Shaking out your arm you exhaled, “missed a step coming down. I think I might need that second contact for the other eye now.”

Dante gripped your waist as you slowly made your way over to him. He searched your face to not see defeat but amusement still on your features but he didn’t find shit funny.

“What hurts?”

“Nothing too bad. The side of my arm stings and I’ll probably have a bruise on my thigh by tonight but I’m fine.”

Dante pushed the sleeve of your sweatshirt down, eyeing your skin until he got to the middle where scrapes definitely decorated your flesh. It appeared like you skidded across pavement and everyone who experienced that before, knew that stung like a bitch.

“Let me guess, exercising is over for the day.”

“Absolutely.”

“I can just grab a band-aid from the glove department.”

“No. I think that’s enough for today.”

Pouting you allowed Dante to lead you away from the bleachers and around back towards the field. Dante kept a arm around you waist, using his free hand to grab his water while you held onto your own.

“Hey,” you whispered to Dante as the both of you made your way back to the car, “you won’t tell Atwater about this will you?”

Dante sent you a look, “are you serious?”

“What? I don’t need to hear his shit-talking.”

Which was the common friendship between the two of you. Kevin liked to pick and you liked to bicker.

Dante wasn’t even thinking about Kevin’s response to all of this. His priority was making sure you were alright and sure you could appreciate that but you wanted to be seen as only bad ass, especially when it came to the field your boyfriend worked in.

Yeah, so what you couldn’t really compare—can you live?!

“I’m not going to tell Kev that you busted your ass ‘cause then he’s gonna give me shit.”

“So it’s only okay for me to take the heat from your team member?”

“You like to argue,” Dante shrugged his shoulders, “and you handle yourself quite well.”

You scoffed, “sounds like excuses to me. Why—

The raised brows Dante sent you was enough to prove his point.

You gave him a sarcastic smile and climbed into the passenger side, waving the man off as you popped open the glove department. Dante tended to the heat, mainly for you, as you dressed your own wound.

“You still did amazing today.”

“Thanks babe, I did, didn’t I?” You winked as Dante slipped his hand towards your thigh to lock his hand with yours.

The both of you held each other’s stare in complete comfort and adoration. He brought your hand to his lips before he turned to start the engine. Dante’s hand stayed in yours on the drive, a podcast filling the car as you kept your eyes on the scenery of Chicago that passed you by.

The drive seemed to be taking a bit longer back to your place, than expected but you said nothing, just enjoying the company of Dante Torres beside you.

It wasn’t until he pulled up to a meter that you lifted your head to look over at the man in question.

“You don’t have to get out of the car, I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nodded as he slipped his hand from yours and exited the car to place a few coins into the meter. You watched from the side-mirror until you couldn’t see Dante anymore and pulled out your phone to browse the internet.

If it was any other time you probably would have fallen asleep waiting for this man but it was evident that you had energy today before your tumble. However you kept yourself preoccupied as you waited for Dante to come back to the car.

It was about twenty minutes when Dante came knocking on the door. Thankfully he kept the car running so you rolled down the window with a bright smile on your face.

“I hope you didn’t think I forgot,” Dante started handing over the bouquet of pink lilies, peonies, white roses, and eucalyptus.

Normally you had fresh flowers in your house every week and that didn’t change when you began to date Dante. He knew how much you loved flowers and all he wanted to see was you happy. It was a day early but he figured today was just a good day as any to grab them for you.

“How pretty,” you cooed sniffing at them, “thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Dante leaned forward as you gripped his chin, your fingers caressing the stubble along his jaw making him smile softly at you, “and lastly I brought us some smoothies.”

This day just keeps getting better!

Resting the bouquet on your thighs, you reached for the two drinks to set into the cup holders, “okay, get in so we can go home and cuddle please.”

“Alright, baby.”

Rolling the window back up, Dante climbed back in and buckled himself in. Leaning over the console, you looped your arm with Dante’s free arm, and pressed your cheek into his shoulder while still holding onto the bouquet.

Dante placed a quick kiss to the top of your head before he pulled off the curb.

And before he could ask how you were doing again you told him with a dreamily sigh, “I’m so in love with you, Dante Torres.”

“As am I…even when you drink all of my smoothies.”

Humming you peeked at what could possibly be his drink, “what did you get this time?”

“Jungle something? It’s the green one.”

“Oh, please use the half bath downstairs when you finish that.”

Dante snorted, “I thought you said you love me?”

“I do, just not your poops.”

“I don’t mind your poops.”

“Ew, I know because you won’t let me shit in peace.”

“Never,” Dante laughed, “what’re you gonna do with our future babies? Leave them to change themselves?”

You’ve been dating for six months, surely you talked about the future and what you saw for yourselves. Kids were in the picture after a few years of marriage and Dante wanted to build a loving healthy household that he did not fully receive growing up thanks to his step-father. He knew his mom did the best that she could and he felt like he owed her so much but always felt like she deserved more than what she got. If having a family of his own and it so happened to be with you, then that would also be a plus.

“If I’ll be doing most of the feeding, especially naturally then it’s only fair that you’re on diaper duty. Literally.” You stated, peering up at him.

“…fine.” Dante couldn’t help but to playfully roll his pretty green eyes.

Which earned him a nice poke, “just for that, I think I deserve a sip of your grass drink.”

“It’s not grass!” Dante defended.

“You don’t even know what’s in it.”

“Have at it! But just like you said to me earlier, I don’t want to hear about your stomach hurting later.”

You had a sensitive digestive system but one little sip wouldn’t hurt right?

Famous last words.

Due to your stubbornness, you let Dante’s response go through one ear and out the other as you mockingly took a large sip, making Dante side-eye you in the driver’s seat.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, Dante shook his head at your antics and knew what he was signing up for. Usually he was the bigger baby when he would fall ill but you were worse when it came to your stomach problems.

However he never found himself complaining, despite when he would always give you warnings for the better…you would always end up doing what you felt like in the moment…especially when it came to food. After all, when you have that feeling of being deeply in love with another person, you’ll do just about anything for them.

Surely that feeling was mutual on your part, as you stuck out your tongue at the man before getting comfortable right against his shoulder, once again.

If anyone on the outside asked him if there was was anything he wanted to change about you, he’d say he wouldn’t change a thing.

┊♡.﹀﹀.♡┊♡.﹀﹀.♡┊♡.﹀﹀.♡┊ ┊♡.﹀

*Continue with my spring anthology series here.

[veveisveryuncool]

spring in full fling now :]

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ IT'S SPRING ~ WRITING PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

collecting flowers on their way home

listening to the birds when they wake up

spring fever

taking deep inhales of the fresh spring air

walking in the park

new beginnings

picnic dates

standing up for themselves

standing up for a loved one

watching nature getting greener every day

falling head over heels in love

rolling down the window of the car

enjoying the sun that's warming their face

meeting new people

being ready for the next step

trying something new

building someone up

youthful spirit

being extremely energetic

always humming a tune

weekend trips

confidence boost

skinny dipping even though it's much too cold

lying under the sunny sky and watching the clouds

making flower crowns

riding the bike to the bakery in the morning

being enlightened

adopting a puppy/kitten

starting to heal

always wearing their favourite blouse/shirt

helping each other out

discovering the first early bloomers

taking heart

being unexperienced

getting back up after falling down

rain in bright sunshine

not leaving the house without a raincoat

fresh flowers every week

making plans for the summer

spending their days outside

motivating others

realising their feelings

enjoying spring in the countryside

suffering from hay fever

risking something in order to achieve something

going all in

freezing even though it's not winter anymore

waiting impatiently for summer

barbeque parties in the garden

the park becoming their second home

[kumsal-thingss]

"Neyi bastırdıysan göğsüne, göğsünü soludukça büyüyen o'dur"

[barbiedragon]

Baela Targaryen

“A daughter is a reflection of her mother's strength and resilience. As she grows, let her see the fire within you, so she may always know the power that lies within herself.” – Unknown

For @hotd-bigbang spring prompt