#tennant x reader

[strwbmei]

MEI HEAR ME OUT

(feel free to ignore if your not keen on the idea tho😅)

SERVICE. DOM. TENANT.

Like god she'd KNOW how to treat women right. Also she'd be the typa gal to be overprotective over you. Like just imagine walking down an alley at night and she feels a tad bit danger so she'd go and wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer to her..😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Im also going feral over her morning voice line when she prepares coffee for us 😭😭😭

I just know Tennant would be a service top.

Most, if not all of her pleasure derives from seeing you writhe and squirm beneath her. She's so gentle, too— treating your body with utmost delicacy as if you were more precious than any diamond or jewel in the world. Unless you ask, of course; then, she won't mind treating you as rough as you want her to be. Still, whether you're having soft or rough sex, the one thing that never disappears is her praise. You just look so pretty with your eyes welling up with tears because of the overwhelming pleasure— and she just needs to let you know about it again and again.

Her favorite thing to do is to eat you out. You'd think that that would shut her up— but no, she's even worse. She knows that her words, though muffled as she practically drowns herself in your wetness, sends the best type of shudders up your spine, and she takes full advantage of that fact. Whenever she's in a bad mood, though, all she wants is to bury her face in between your legs and get her fill of you, whether you can take it or not. She'll curse under her breath, chanting a mixture of praises and your name like a mantra as she draws out orgasm after orgasm from you even through your unheard pleas for her to slow down.

Also, the thing about her pulling you closer whenever she feels the slightest bit of danger is so true! It reminds me of the scene in Howl's Moving Castle where some guards were hitting on Sophie and Howl did the exact same to protect her. Which is where I got the idea to draw Tennant as Howl LOL

[yuellii]

“ Would I have the honor to invite you for dinner? There's a banquet held by someone I don't know. I'd say it would be lavish of us if we don't enjoy it. ” — tennant / gn reader

“A rose for you,” she presents. And that slow, deep rumble of her voice sends a shiver that stirs your attention.

There is a tremor in such a thing, one that overshadows your body when she leans standing over your chair. Perhaps it was her hat, and the way it hovered over your heads; Or perhaps it was the large coat hanging off her shoulders, and how it created this air of mystery around her figure. But even a tremor so lightweight caused you to nearly choke on your drink when she presents you such a fresh rose out of nowhere.

“Tennant,” you name, though it was not your intent to carry slight distaste in your voice. Similarly, you couldn’t help but lean back against your chair to avoid her close proximity. “I don’t believe you were invited here at tonight’s banquet.”

She hums. “I see you aren’t one to fall for lowly, cheap tactics, my lord,” she says disappointedly, yet there is an baritone of amusement that flows through the air of her lips. “I thought that surely, you’d be flattered enough to allow me as your plus-one. What can I do to please you, should roses not suffice? Another drink? Perhaps a diamond?”

Along her string of words, she finds her place on the seat next to yours at the banquet table. Ah, that cannot do. These seats were already reserved before the event, and it was only a matter of time until the rest of your table attendees arrived as well.

“The people here,” you sighed, “They’ll no longer fall for your trickery, I fear.”

A refusal enough on your part—you could only hope she got the message. Her offers of wealth and of diamonds were only scams, and you came to know that very well. But when she merely scoffed, you only groaned to remind yourself just how persistent this mad woman can be.

( Especially, with you. )

“I’m shocked!” she expresses with a dramatic hand over her heart. There is a feigned hurt in her voice, but the way she holds back a smirk is very apparent. “Would you really think so lowly of me?” And at this, she leans closer to you by the dimly lit table side, feeling all-the-more suffocated at her nearing proximity. Damn this woman. “A kind gentleman would not bestow any trickery,” she says, as if you’ve spoken the most absurd words in the world. “And I believe that I am above a gentleman who would offer fake diamonds, wouldn’t you agree?”

You roll your eyes. “Asking me to agree with you is like asking me to marry a corrupted congressman.”

She smiles, attractively so. “This is why I like you…” her voice trails. She tilts her head, leaning it downwards to the side and then looks up at you. “You’re a glowing luxury”—her words are muttered with barley contained excitement, practically breathless—“perfect for deceiving the likes of this greedy, greedy nobles around us.”

There is a question left unspoken in the way she gazes so enticingly at you; half lidded eyes glowing red under the expensive lighting of this banquet. She was a feat of her own, already breaking into here in the first place. And now, she just needed you to officially invite her as your plus-one invitation. The best thing you could do was refuse her. But unfortunately, she has seemed to figure out your weakness by now.

“Stand up,” you sighed. “Let’s go get your ticket.”

There is a winning smile on her face.

When she stands, she moves forth to offer her arm to you. With the way you so naturally hold onto her, she feels a confidence at her confirmed guess: It was not a desire for roses, or diamonds, or any material thing that would win over your favor.

Rather, it was Tennant herself.

She grins to herself. Oh, she hopes she doesn’t break your poor heart.

[v4mpirezz]

𐙚 Her precious diamond (yandere! Tennant)

A/n — This has been sitting on my docs for a very long time (╥﹏╥) I’ve heard a lot about people wanting a Yandere! Tennant, and although i’m not much of a writer (I really only write when it comes to school assignments) I wanted to give it a try since it’s been on my mind lately. I also watched hella a lot of tutorials to make aesthetically pleasant banners and i’m proud ngl, ANYWAY IM DONE WITH MY RAMBLING, ENJOY!

Warnings — Obsessive behavior , stalking, manipulation, character might be too ooc, suggestive(?), NOT PROOF READ‼️‼️‼️

PART 2

“Why hello, fair lady. What is such beauty like you doing here all alone?”  A deep voice, belonging to a woman suddenly spoke causing you to get a bit startled. 

Light footsteps could be heard heading towards you. Turning around you were met with a rather… charming woman. Unlike most ladies, she wore an elegant zoot suit, and a large hat with a pretty accessory added to it. She was undeniably attractive, she looked more like a gentleman than the actual ones inside the party, a bit amusing. You could easily sense this flirty, playful aura from her, you almost couldn’t help but feel attracted to her.

“Too many people inside. Today’s night is beautiful anyway, being alone enjoying the sight of the shining stars is far more peaceful and enjoyable than being in that silly party, oh trust me it is.” You simply said with a small smile before looking back at the sky.

Truthfully, the only reason why you attended this party was because a friend of yours begged you to. Such unnecessary gatherings didn’t interest you, they were simply a lot of money talk and bragging, or gossiping. However by the looks of it, it seems your friend is far too busy talking to other people to really notice your latest absence. 

She chuckled and stood next to you, leaning against the balcony to watch the stars from afar “Oh worry not my lady, I couldn’t agree any more with you… Aren’t the stars so pretty tonight? They look like diamonds in the sky all shattered in pieces.” She commented.

You hummed in agreement and looked at her with a look of curiosity. “Well then, what about you? Why aren’t you enjoying the party with the rest?” 

The mysterious woman let out a sigh and shook her head, “There is simply nothing interesting in the party. You however, managed to catch my attention with your beauty, my lady~” She said with a smirk, slightly getting closer to you. 

“Oh!” You exclaimed and looked away, a dust of blush was visible on your cheeks, it only made the woman beside you smirk even more. 

Suddenly, you felt a hand gently grab your chin, and turn your head to make you look back at her again. Her thumb brushed against your bottom lip as she leaned awfully close to your face. 

“Whatever do you think you’re doin—” “Hush my lady, let us enjoy this moment, I know you wish to give into this desire as well, I can see it in those pretty eyes of yours.” She cuts you off. You were oh so close falling into the charming woman’s trap, it was no lie, part of you did want this. What woman wouldn’t fall for such charms? But the other side of you snapped you back to reality, do you really wish to risk ending with a broken heart?

You knew the many heartbroken souls that were left by someone they could only describe as a the “perfect man or woman” after a one moment that only seems to be from a fairytale. You don’t want to end up like them, oh not at all.

With a scoff you gently pushed her away and straightened your skirt. “I apologize but if you think I am one to be fooled with charming words and flirtatious gestures, you are terribly wrong. Now if you excuse me, I will take my leave.” And with that you left the scenario leaving the woman in utter surprise. Not once have her tricks on other women failed, so how come they fail on you? 

All these questions raced through her head as she watched you get inside the party. You really are rather strange…

She looked down from the balcony seeing as you were already outside heading home all alone; that’s when she figured she wanted to know more about you. Oh how interesting this has gotten. 

A few days passed, the days were normal, or well.. almost normal. Recently you’ve felt watched, yet every time you turned your head around you were met with nothing. You started to think it was just your imagination, however; part of you was still feeling uneasy.

You decided to go on a shopping spree, try to take your mind off the unsettling feeling and look for anything you might like. A jewelry shop managed to catch your attention, well; specifically the necklace put on display. It was very beautiful, and just perfect.

You entered the shop hoping to be able to purchase the necklace you saw on display. Walking up to the gentleman who worked around the shop, you asked about the necklace.

“Ah hello! I was wondering if there are any necklaces like the one over left.” You said pointing at the necklace from earlier. The man smiled, “You have a really good eye for jewelry, my lady.” He said and took a box revealing a copy of the necklace “This beauty will surely compliment your eyes and make them shine, it’s a perfect match for you.” 

“It is indeed.” An oh so familiar voice took part in the scenario. You turned around and saw a face you thought you’d never see again, it was the mysterious woman from the party. 

Before you could let out a word she immediately spoke up, “I’d like to purchase the necklace for the fair lady, how much will it be?” She asked and quickly threw a wink at you. You were taken back, just what was she planning!? 

“It’ll be £547.31, miss.”  𐙚

“You didn’t have to.” You said once both of you exited the jewelry shop. The mysterious woman chuckled and smirks, “I know, but I wanted to. After all, what kind of gentleman— or in my case; gentlewoman -- wouldn't buy the lady a necklace that compliments her?” 

No words left your lips, but your rosy cheeks were visible; she took note of that.

“Thank you… I suppose.” Was all you said before walking away, however her hand stopped you by gently grabbing your shoulder. “Please, my lady, allow me to take you out for dinner. After all, who knows when we’ll get to see each other again.” 

You turned around to look at her and shook your head. “It’s alright, you did enough with buying me the necklace, thank you.” You said, but she pouted— a look that… didn’t exactly fit her. “Oh but I insist. Just this once my lady, I’ll take you to a fancy restaurant. I'm sure you’ll love it.” 

The offer was too good, as much as you wanted to decline her offer; you couldn’t. Maybe… it won’t be a bad idea to get to know this woman better.

The restaurant being fancy was no lie the woman made. It was luxurious, fancy, romantic. Perfectly cut out fresh red roses placed on the middle of the round table, and a candlelight. The table was placed next to the window giving it a beautiful scene from outside.

“Take a seat my lady.” She said and pushed back the chair for you to sit on. You thanked her and sat down, then she sat on her own seat. 

The atmosphere was awkward— for you at least. You weren’t sure what to talk about, you didn’t even dare look at the woman before you due to shyness. No one, especially a charming woman, has ever taken you out for dinner.” 

You heard her sigh “How rude of me, I never asked for  your name, angel. Mind telling me?”

Angel… Angel… oh this woman is doing something to you. You could feel your cheeks heating up and you quickly cleared your throat. 

“It’s (Y/n) (L/n)… And yours?” “(Y/n)..” The way she said your name made you heart skip a beat. Gosh you hate her so much.. 

“A pretty name for a pretty face like you. You can call me Tennant, my dear.” That of course wasn’t her actual or entirely her real name, but your pretty little head doesn’t need to know that.

The date went along well, you two had a simple conversation, asking questions to get to know each other better. Although you felt like half her answers were lies, you wouldn’t dare ask because you knew you’d never get an honest answer from her.

Despite that, you were surprised of how much you actually enjoyed talking to her. But you knew you couldn’t fall for her, not now. You know what type of person she is— or might be; and you feel upset about it.

You knew this date meant nothing to her.

The rest of the night continued on smoothly, until it was time to leave. “Allow me to walk you home.” You shook your head “You don’t have to-“ “Oh but I insist.” She smiled, “After all, it’s dangerous for a lady to walk alone when it’s dark outside. Please, my lady; allow me to walk you home safely.”

You sigh “If you insist, alright.” And with that you headed home with her following besides you.

The walk home was silent. No words were exchanged, it wasn’t awkward either just peaceful.

You took a full stop once you reached your destination. Tennant smiled at you and gently grabbed your hand to give it a soft kiss. “I suppose our day ends here my lady. It was a pleasure having dinner with you, I hope to take you out some other day if we ever do encounter again.”

Looking at her with soft eyes, you spoke “It was a lovely spending some time with you, Tennant.” Suddenly she got closer to you, “Perhaps I should invite you to my place some day.” She smirked.

Your breath hitched from how close she was to your face and quickly turned the other way “Goodbye.” Was all you said before getting inside your house.

Once you were inside you quickly let out air you didn’t know you were holding inside.

Throughout the rest of the night you kept thinking about her. Tennant didn’t leave your mind for one second, you don’t know how much you can hold it in.

And then you felt. Again.

You felt the eyes on you.

You looked around.

Nothing.

With a sigh you got up from the tub and dried yourself up. It’s just your imagination. Was all you thought as you put on your nightgown.

But was it really?

You shook your head and headed to bed. You’re in the comfort of your house, there is no one here, it’s just you.

And without anymore thoughts you closed your eyes, ready to fall into a peaceful slumber, completely unaware of the dark figure watching your sleeping form from the window.

No more signs of Tennant, but someone else. Strangely enough you’ve been receiving letters and roses from a stranger, every letter written for you was signed from someone named “Ada”. Who the hell is Ada!?

You’d think it was all a mistake, but if that was the case then why does every letter have your name and last name on it?

Could it be- no… It would never be Tennant. If it was her signature would’ve been there… Right?

At first the letters were filled with sweet words of admiration. But as the weeks passed each letter got creepier. From the person saying how they have seen you on the store and followed you around, to telling you about how beautiful you look when you are sleeping.

Your blood ran cold. Fear written on your face as you stared at the letter before you.

Dear (Y/n) (L/n),

My sweet, last night I couldn’t help but look at you sleep from the window— not that it’s the first time I’ve watched you in secret, I actually do it plenty of times.

Each night you look beautiful, sleeping peacefully, all vulnerable and sweet, so angelic.

Oh how I wish to hold you while you sleep in my arms, and I know it will happen soon. I’ll have you for myself, you’ll be my perfect lady, my precious diamond.

Talking about diamonds, did you open your little gift? I got you a diamond, one I made myself. I made sure it wad perfect for you, just look at how it sparkles, pretty elegant isn’t it? Perhaps I should turn that diamond into a diamond ring instead~?

— With love, Ada.

You quickly grabbed the small box and opened it, there it was, a beauty of a diamond. You sat down on the couch and stared at it. What are you going to do? There is a psychopath whose stalking you even in the property of your home.

You’re not safe in here.

Should you report to the police?

Quickly you stood up, grabbed your purse, a coat, keys, and left. You weren’t safe in your own home, being in the public where other people are at is a safer option. Being alone right not isn’t ideal.

𐙚

At least it was day and everyone was active, you made sure to go where there many people around whilst making your way to seek help. Everything was going according to plan, until you felt a hand grab your shoulder, you jumped in surprise and turned around.

Tennant.

You quickly backed away from her showing fear. She looked at you confused and concerned. “My lady? My you look pale as a ghost. Is everything alright?” She seemed genuinely confused.

Maybe it’s not her?

“U-um.. I’m being stalked by someone, Tennant i’m not even safe in my own home.” You stuttered, nearly crying from the stress and fear.

Tennant’s eyes widened and she gently hugged you. “Oh don’t be scared, have you told the authorities?” She asked. You shook your head “N-no but I was heading there to report the problem.” You replied.

She pulled away and gave you a reassuring smile, “Fear not angel, I promise things will be sorted out. How about we go t a café first hm? Then we can go to the police station and report the problem together. You need to calm down first, what do you say?”

As much as you wanted to right away report the problem, it was true you needed to calm down first. All this is making you anxious you can’t exactly think straight, so you agreed.

“Perfect, I know the right place. Here, grab my hand, I don’t want you to get lost, especially with that stalker of yours out on the loose.” She said.

You said nothing and grabbed her hand, so deep in thought about your current situation. Yet, being with Tennant, you felt protected.

Looking down so many thoughts raced through your head; what if the police never catch that creep? What if they never leave me at peace? Gosh why did it have to be me? … Wait…

All this time I’ve felt watched… Could it be that.. They have been stalking me way before sending me those letters and gifts-

“You know, I feel bad for you my lady… I feel bad because, you trust me and I am about to crush that trust.” You heard Tennant say.

You snapped back to reality and looked around, you were now… in a rather empty area of the town. You quickly looked at her, she had a very serious expression on her face.

“Tennant? Where are we?” You asked nervously.

You were too deep in thought that you didn’t notice where she was heading.

“The café was all the way over there—” “We aren’t going there.” She said.

“Wha..” you tried to back away from her but she didn’t let go of your hand. “Tennant what are you doing? You’re scaring me.” Your stomach twisted with fear.

She stopped her tracks and looked at you with a dark smile, “Oh you sweet thing. Did you really think I was being serious? Ah and tell me, did you like that diamond I made for you?”

You gasped as your eyes widened. You shook your head slowly, and tried to break free from her grip. “It was you!? Let go of me you damn creep!” You yelled.

Quickly she pulled you into an embrace and covered your mouth with a cloth, “Calm down my lady, it’s all going to be alright. I have you now.”

You started to feel weak, your vision started to become black…. Drugs. She put drugs on that cloth.

“There you go, good girl~.”

𐙚

Your eyes shot wide open and let groan. Your head hurts, for how long were you unconscious?

You looked around, you were in a lovely bedroom, laying on a rather comfortable bed. That’s until you realized your hands and feet were tied against the bed; a shot of panic ran through you.

“Ah, you’re awake I see, how lovely. I brought you some water, I figured you’d be thirsty once you wake up from your little slumber.” A voice said along with a chuckle.

You quickly looked at the smirking woman who leaned against the door.

“You.. you damn creep! What did you do to me!?”

“Do to you? Oh my lady, I may have drugged you a bit but I would never take advantage of a lady in such a state, that wouldn’t be very appropriate and quite disgusting, I did nothing to you.” She said with an offended tone.

You glared daggers at her “Oh don’t act so innocent now, do I have to remind you of what you’ve done!? You’re the creep who stalked me and manipulated me! What’s wrong with you!?” You cried.

She frowned and placed the glass of water on the nightstand. Tennant slowly walked towards you, how unfortunate that you couldn’t move away from her due to the restraints.

Tennant climbed into the bed and grabbed your chin a bit roughly. “Listen here. I never said I was innocent, I can tell you don’t quite like me after all this but oh, you’ll learn how to.” She smirked again and leaned her face closer to yours “I know it won’t take long for you to accept your new life though. As much as you pull me away, I know you’re just like every other women I encounter. Or are you going to deny the fact that those cheeks of yours turn red whenever I compliment you or kiss your hand, hm?”

You stayed silent.

Tennant hummed “You know, I’ve always wondered what those pretty lips of yours taste like,” she whispered into your ear “And I suppose I’ll get to find out today right now.”

Before you could react you felt her soft lips against yours. The kiss was passionate, and slow, but soon it turned desperate. Your mind was too foggy, you didn’t know what to do but to kiss back.

And you hated every last second of it, because you were actually enjoying it.

What is wrong with you? After what she did, and yet you don’t even hold back. You’re ashamed, but you’ve been desiring for this to happen some day.

“You don’t understand what you do to me, my lady.” Tennant said in between kisses, “At first.. you were simply a target.. never thought I’d be obsessing over you.”

She suddenly started moving down, kissing your neck and attacking it making you release a small moan.

“My, what a beautiful noise~” she teased and started leaving love marks on your neck.

“Oh (Y/n), how much I longed to feel you this close to me, ever since you caught my interest I knew I had to claim you as mine, my precious diamond. You play hard to get but I know you desire this as well. In a way, you are different from the other women I’ve encountered., you actually kept this interesting by playing your little game”

All those days Ada spent watching you from afar just imagining of the many things she wants to do with you are now becoming a reality.

You knew you couldn’t escape.

You were hopeless.

Stuck with her.

All you can do is take whatever she gives you like a good girl.

You’re her precious diamond after all, no?

A/n: GRRR, SHOULD I MAKE A SECOND PART??? BUT LIKE.. NSFW STRAIGHT UP????

[soulinheehee]

Don't close your mouth

˚⁺‧ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

˚⁺‧ 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦: 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 (𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸), 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥

˚⁺‧ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴

˚⁺‧ 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: i. i. im sorry. i couldn't help it. these two have me on a chokehold. but im still pretty early in the story and i didn't read much, so im a bit afraid I'd accidentally write them ooc. so instead I decided to just fuck them🥰

nsfw utc

"What a great job you're doing, my lady~" you heard Tennant's voice next to your ear. Pressed against the wall, you tried your best to keep silent as you felt her fingers quickly rub your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

Though it was an area where people don't usually pass by, the oversized red jacket didn't feel like a very good protector from the public eye.

Tennant lowered her head, her warm breath against your neck, sending shivers down your spine as her fingers lowered to your entrance. Something that sounded like a muffled whine came from Tennant's mouth: she was disappointed she couldn't have you all for herself right now, the fabric getting in the way.

So instead, she simply tripled her efforts, working on your clit, making you press your hand against your mouth, never letting a single lewd moan be louder than what could only be heard by Tennant!

"So beautiful, my lady," she kissed you behind your ear. "But I really hope that later tonight you won't try to hide your voice, pretty."

Her fingers ran through your hair, just as you were about to dive in. One glance above, and your eyes met with Tooth Fairy's.

Calm as always, she sat above, as you were kneeling below. You rubbed her knees and thighs, awaiting her answer.

She hummed, her braces reflecting a little tooth fairy's shine. She quickly caught the little fairy, and the hand on your head guided you closer to her, as you parted her legs wider.

"Good girl. Just take it."

The sweetness of plums filled your mouth, as you never broke the eye contact with her. Tooth Fairy moved her hand lower, to the base your head, silently telling you to move to where everything felt so much better.

You savoured the bitter and salty juices as if it were sweeter than any sugared fruit, the woman's fingers caressing your scalp, until she gripped your hair, her thighs clasping to the sides of your head, exhaling heavily.

"Don't forget to wash your teeth after, dear."

[intzue]

HONEYMOON UN, DEUX, TROIS!!

genre: romance, fluff pairing: Tennant x gn!reader summary: Just the two of you, alone. Dancing and stumbling and laughing along...

note: requested by @c1xmm !! sorry, this is a bit short ^^' This is my first Reverse: 1999 oneshot and I haven't really written anything in a long while T T

Nor shadow or footstep lingered in the nearly desolate evening in the city as you and Tennant laughed, stumbling on eachother's feet or rather she reffered to as dancing.

"Chasse 'n whisk.." She speaks softly, running her hand from your back down to your waist as her thumb on the other; intwined with yours, rubs atop yours assuringly.

".. 'N natural turn." Not once did her wine dyed gaze withdraw from you, and neither did yours as you waltzed to the tune of warmth and adoration, caught by the spotlight casted by the moonlight.

"There you go, my love," She smiles, leaning in so your foreheads would touch, shutting her eyes and paying no mind to the brim of her hat that lifted slightly. All while holding you near and dear, she tilts her head to the side slightly, warm breath fanning subtly against you.

These small details alone are enough to distract you from the sound of her incoherently mumbling in French, before pressing your lips against hers in a kiss.

[also-queen-anime-one-shots]

Fly Me to the Moon (Tennant x reader)

this is crossposted on Ao3.

Even on the lavish balcony as you stared into the night, you could still hear the loud sound of jazz from the inside of the manor. Even speaking as a noble woman, you could never get used to the crowds of gatherings, such as the one during that night.

Oh, that night, that night when your life would unknowingly change forever. Whether it was a good change or a bad one, you still couldn’t decide, but one thing was for certain, was that when you saw her.

You had heard a noise, startling you to look behind, back at the wide and tall glass doors. There stood a woman, a tall, blonde beauty, smirking slightly at you as she crossed her arms and leaned on the wall. The teasing playfulness in those crimson eyes caused you to flush slightly. She wore a fine coat off her shoulders, and her button up blouse was tucked neatly into her dress pants. In all honesty, she seemed to be more of a gentleman than any of the gentlemen in the party.

As you were taking in the other woman’s appearance, she chuckled before she spoke to you.

“Greetings, my lady, and why might a sight, such as yourself, be doing out here, on her own?” She took this chance to join you on the balcony, using the rail to rest her arm on as she gazed at you. You cleared your throat, fixing your skirt before looking back at her. The alluring smirk still graced her face as she looked at you, expectantly. 

“Just needed some fresh air…”, you brought your gaze back to the sky of diamonds that surrounded the both of you. The sight of the night was definitely an addicting one, but the woman beside you decided you were far more of a curiosity than those distant flames in the sky. And she made it her personal mission of the night to make you dependent on her poison, but such a sweet taste it was.

She pouted slightly at your distraction, the whole reason she followed you out there in the first place was to gain your attention. She sighed as she gently brought one of her gloved hands to your face, and guided you to look at her once more. When your head was turned back at her, your eyes widened slightly from shock.

“That doesn’t tell me why you need to ‘get fresh air’ in solitude, my lady”, you could’ve sworn she was purring at you. She slowly guided her hand from your cheek, down to your chin. Once said hand reached its destination, she used her thumb to tease your bottom lip. You felt your lip quiver, whether from her touch or the sheer cold, you couldn’t quite tell.

You pulled away bashfully, before answering, “It’s not proper to be caught out in the cold with a stranger”. At your answer, she let out a laugh. You busied yourself by playing with jewels that adorned your neck. 

“Oh, pardon my manners…,” she bowed and brought your hand to her lips, “the name’s Tennant, my fair lady. And yours?”

[nanafan707]

HAPPY LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK 🦅🦅🦅🔥🔥

[marrijaydeboo]

I have two sides

[akutasoda]

tennant getting saved by reader and them angrily treating her wounds because she put herself in danger thank you

can't you hold back atleast once?

synopsis - you loved her but sometimes she made you panic a bit too much

includes - tennant

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, brief mentions of injury, kissing, may be ooc (first time writing for her..), wc - 542

tennant was many things. especially as a lover. she was a proper gentleman, a romantic through and through. never failing to make you swoon or fluster in embarrassment any time and anywhere. but the most important one was that she made you very happy.

you never were that keen on her work but then again you would be a hypocrite for complaining. that was how you met after all. and so temnant could say the exact same toward your line of work and again she would never voice those expressions.

however you both were rather fortunate that issues rarely stemmed from that issue. you both were skilled enough in your respective fields to avoid major injuries and causing the other major panic. sure minor injuries would always cause the other to fuss but they were always quickly ignored.

it was truly a once in a lifetime moment. from the minute dikke contacted you, to the minute you rushed out the door. you hardly could believe it up until the moment you managed to snatch tennant into your arms saving her from the line of danger. and then it all settled in.

many emotions swirled into your head but before any of them that concerned your lover could be addressed you wanted to get rid of the dreaded situation. and so you did, all while tennant stared at you in awe and appreciation no matter the scolding she knew would come in a moment or two.

and the very second you diffused the situation was the same second your gaze fixed onto her. immediately glossing over each and evry injury that seemed to worsen each time. by this time dikke had too arrived at the scene helping you take tennant somewhere much safer.

you barely spoke a word to her as you started dressing the major wounds first. and due to your bubbling anger you may have been a bit harsher. maybe pressing the antiseptic into her wounds a bit more and causing her to intake a sharp inhale before trying to play it off. tightening the bandage a bit much until tennat tapped your arm.

you wanted her to understand you were annoyed and yet you didn't want to hurt her more so you eased off. and tennant grasped at this opportunity to try and strike conversation just to be met with another cold glare, yet this time seemed to be softer than its predecessor. the one thing that brought your attention away from anger was her apology.

she used her less injured hand to gently guide your chin so you faced her as she muttered an apology and sealing it with a kiss. and somehow it made most of your anger melt away as you heard her soft laughter. you stood up in a poor attempt to hide your reddining face and gave her a light punch to the shoulder.

she followed suit, a bit more shakily but still. she did have to endure a hour scolding from you for putting herself in such danger but she didn't mind. and she didn't mind because now you two layed together as she promised she would never trouble you so much before smiling and childishly putting up her pinky to seal the promise.

[friendsoup]

Could I perhaps request Dikke/Tennant with a reader who’s overly emotional/burnt out and cries a lot? (Currently happening to me and they’re like my comfort characters) thank you in advance 🫶🏻

Your Strength

Recipe: Dikke's can be read as romantic or platonic, Tennant's can be platonic if you squint, GN! Reader, Reader is called beautiful (many times), my dove and love, Both Tennant and Dikke are bad with genuine emotions, But they both Really Really care about You, Comfort fic, Shamelessly Indulgent WC: 1,998 (SO CLOSE) Chef's Note: AHHH I tried to get to this one as quickly as I could!!! I hope it's in time to make you feel better, anon :[!!!! Hopefully my work can brighten your day, at least a little bit :]! As always, thank you for the request!

Dikke has never been “in tune” with her emotions. Emotions were something strange and distant to her, they came and went as they pleased, leaving her feeling empty in their absence. To some, she came across as apathetic. That wasn’t exactly true, though. Her emotions simply never reached her face, despite how fiercely they roared in her chest. She could never quite tell how she was feeling. Though she could list symptoms of an emotion, she was never quite able to put a name to it, no matter how hard she tried.

The emotions of others were worse. She knew the basics. A frown meant sadness, a raised voice meant anger. But human emotion had so many intricate working pieces, an entire depth to them she couldn’t begin to understand. Sometimes a frown was meant jokingly. Sometimes a raised voice meant excitement. These little things made Dikke’s head spin.

So when you came into her room, and curled yourself into a ball on her bed, she didn’t know what to do.

The two of you had been seeing each other for quite some time now. Dikke didn’t put any labels on the relationship, and you didn’t mind that as long as you could keep her company. She was a strong shoulder to cry on, and though she was hesitant and awkward with your crying fits, you could always tell she cared.

Initially, Dikke didn’t look up from her blade. You entering her room was not a special event, you did this often regardless of how you felt. She greeted you, then continued to polish her sword, her eyes transfixed on it’s silver gleam. 

When you didn’t respond, a pang of worry hit her. Even at your worst, you always managed to mutter a hello.

She spoke your name softly, turning to you to gauge a reaction. When you did not move from your spot on the bed, her heart began to race. What had happened to you? Were you okay? Had she done something wrong? Had someone hurt you?

She spoke your name again, louder this time, worry dripping from her voice. 

Again, you did not respond.

Dikke put her blade down, discarding it on her desk without much thought. Her mind could not comprehend anything other than panicked thoughts about you. She stood, cautiously moving over to where you sat. 

She didn’t know what to do. Emotions were something so vague and strange to her. It killed her inside, but she knew she wasn’t best suited for the job. She was a hero of justice, meant to serve harsh judgements. She was never meant to be soft or kind or comforting. It wasn’t in her nature.

Hesitantly, Dikke reached out a hand, placing it on your shoulder. You shook beneath her touch, fighting back every emotion in your body. Dikke gave your shoulder a squeeze, as other knights had once done for her. 

“I’m no poet.” Dikke began, slowly scooching towards you. “I cannot sing you ballads of your beauty, nor write sonnets declaring my love.” She was sitting shoulder to shoulder with you now, her hand still resting on your arm. “I could try, if that’s what you wanted, but my voice was not built for anything but battle cries, and my rhymes would all come across as cheap.” When her words gained no reaction, she sighed. Usually, her attempts at jokes gained some sort of smile from you. “But, as a soldier, I can tell you how strong you are.” Her gaze settles on something far in the distance, her shoulders sinking, as if under some heavy weight. “I have seen only a fraction of the things you battle. I know only what you’ve shared with me, and the things we have fought together. Some, you will tell me with time. Others, I will never know.” “And that is fine. I do not need to know the extent of your war to know the strength of your character. I have seen great men fall to what you are fighting. Their minds unable to handle the stress their heart gives. You hold so much love, that it is painful to keep it all in your chest.” You lift your head, trying to form some sort of argument, but Dikke does not leave room for an answer. “Your love takes different forms,” She tells you, “Grief, guilt, anger. You torture yourself with the burdens of others. You try to carry the weight of the world, then grow frustrated when your shoulders grow sore, and your legs weak. You are not Atlas, my dove.” Her eyes flutter over to you, catching yours. “Some things are out of your control. Some things, you do not have to carry.”

“...But I do.” You argue, the words coming out too quick. “If I don’t care, nobody will. I need to prove myself worthy.” You sputter. Warm tears race quickly from the corners of your eyes, staining your cheeks.

“Worthy of what?” Dikke asks, her eyebrows drawn up in concern. “Of life. Of love. Of everything I’ve been given.” You can’t control your sobs now, they escape your lips, leaving you shuttering. “I need to make up for the fact that I exist.”

In one swift movement, Dikke pulls you to her lap. She wraps her arms around you, and you can feel her strength in her embrace. She doesn’t squeeze you hard, just enough to provide pressure. You can tell she’s holding back, as if worried she’ll break you.

“Please don’t say such cruel things to the person I love.” She begged, burying her face in your hair. “Please, be kind to them.” You were unable to say anything now, clinging onto Dikke with an intense desperation. You sobbed into her, unable to pull yourself together again. It was as if something inside you had broken, and now everything was pouring out. For so long you’d managed to keep yourself upright, yet Dikke had managed to destroy any wall you’d put up around yourself.

The two of you stayed there, tangled in each other for an hour. You, crying, and Dikke, muttering lovely words into your ear. Eventually, you grew tired, and fell asleep in her arms. Dikke was exhausted as well, yet she didn’t want to let go of you just yet.

Collapsing onto her bed, she cuddled into you, holding you tighter than she’d ever had before.

Your Beauty

“Genuine” had never been Tennant’s style.

She was a conwoman, who always got what she wanted from her clients. She used any tactic necessary to reach into their pockets. She’d been a lover, a mother, a friend, and an advisor to a wide variety of people. Never did she mean a word she said. It was all a game to her, her prize being the end goal. She didn’t care how she won it, in the end. As long as it was hers.

If you had been another noble lady, appearing on her doorstep in tears, she would have whisked you inside and poured you a glass of red wine. She would listen to your woes, but no matter their contents, she’d have the same solution. Treat yourself with diamonds, wear something nice to fight off the sadness. Show him how much you’re really worth by donning something shiny and expensive. By the end of the night, you would have been under her spell, and deep in her debt. But you were far from a noble lady.

Tennant had no idea how to act around you. She’d been a conning for so long, she forgot how to forge a connection with another human being. So, she treated you the only way she knew how. Soft flirting and batting eyelashes, wrapping you in her arms, but never staying long. The only difference between you and a client, is that she kept her free hand out of your wallet.

So when you showed up on her doorstep in tears, she had no idea what to do. Her mind instantly went to how she could bend the situation to gain your trust, which she hated, as she wasn’t trying to earn anything from you. Yet she didn’t know how to act in anyone else’s benefit. She was completely lost, trying to find some small glimpse of humanity in her heart.

She spoke your name once, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Her touch was light, almost as if she was afraid, as she gently pushed you into her room. “What happened?” She asked, casually. You took a seat on her couch, trying your hardest to muster any words. “It’s so much…” Was all you could say, between choking on sobs and sputters.

Tennant hummed, putting a kettle on heat. As long as she had something to do with her hands, she figured, you wouldn’t see how nervous she really was.

“I’m making tea.” She told you, no question if you wanted it or not. “I’ll make it sweet, for you.” She winked towards your direction.

When her flirt made no difference in your behavior, she grimaced. It was the only thing she knew how to do in this situation. How else was she supposed to get across that she wanted you to be okay? The two of you sat in relative silence. Her, fidgeting with the tea. And you, sobbing on the couch. Eventually, the kettle sang, and Tennant made a glass for both you and herself. Forcing a smirk back onto her lips.

She placed the tea cup down in front of you, and began to drink from her own. The warm cup bringing some comfort during this uneasy interaction. You sniffled, trying to pull back your tears for long enough to drink. When you managed through a shaky breath, you picked up the cup and began to drink. Tennant was right, she did make the tea sweet for you. It was the perfect amount, however. Not enough to rot your teeth, but enough to taste nice. The tea warmed the both of you, making it easy to find some tranquility. When you’d both finished your cups, the two of you sat there, unable to find any words.

You sniffled again, rubbing your sleeve over your nose. You were out of breath, your eyes red with tears, and your entire body shaking with emotional exhaustion. Tennant watched you, observing you closely. This was a private moment, she realized with great alarm. You did not show this face to just anyone. This was you at your lowest, at your most emotional. You were showing her something special, these were not just some pretty tears in order to gain sympathy. 

“You’re beautiful.” She said, without realizing the words were escaping her lips. Her eyes were wide, watching you with great admiration. 

“Right now?” You questioned. “I highly doubt it.” You almost laughed, confused by her sudden change in demeanor.

“Are you kidding?” Tennant spoke, suddenly breathless. “This is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen you.” Your face grew hot at the attention, as you focused on fidgeting with your hands. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You argued. 

Tennant shook her head, reaching forward for your cheek. She guided it gently, until the two of you were locking eyes. “Right now, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. More than diamonds, more than gold. You are a work of art, brilliant and bold. You are something to be marveled at.” “You have me at a loss. I don’t know if I want to keep this expression all for myself, or display your true beauty to the world.” Tennant’s gaze was so intense, you felt yourself melting underneath it. “Your tears are worth diamonds, I can only imagine what worth a genuine smile from your lips would bring.”

You looked away, the ends of your lips quirking up from the compliments. Tennant gasped, dragging a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Better than I could have ever imagined. Priceless.” She whispered.

[addictedtoreverse1999]

In honor of Pocky Day recently, can I request Pocky Game headcannons/drabbles with Tennant and Melania? Thank youuu ;w;

Winter's Notes: Ofc anon! Hope you like it, my writing skills aren't the greatest! Also.. did Pocky even exist back then??? *cue existential crisis*

Style: Headcanons + Drabbles

MASTERLIST

Feel free to request!

Warnings: Fluff, and ________________, GN Reader [reader is referred as milady in Tennant's part.], Established Relationship. Second Person, and slightly shifts between narration and actual dialogue.

Side Note: The Pocky game is a game where two people who are fine and willing to possibly kiss each other put a Pocky stick in their mouths, and then bite it. Whoever let goes first wins. The other way is kissing.

-Alright, let's be honest. Tennant would definitely suggest playing the Pocky game only because she wants to kiss you.

The moment Tennant came up to you with that playful glint in her eyes, you knew you were screwed.

"Come on, milady! It'll be fun! And I get to kiss you as an added bonus!" You groaned, finally giving in at Tennant's insistent nagging. [it was mainly flirting, but whatever.] Tennant would definitely by smirking as she grabbed the Pocky, sticking it between the two of you. The game would proceed with Tennant purposely losing and you having to kiss her so she would feel better.

- Melania would probably be quite reserved, so I'm betting that she would never in her own right mind suggest or play the Pocky game. However, for the sake of things, let's just say she agreed.

"Do we really have to do this?" Melania's expression was still deadpan, the opposite of your excited expression. "Of course!" The game went like this: You were trying your best to not giggle and accidentally drop the Pocky, and Melania reluctantly playing the game before giving you a quick peck on the lips before blushing and pretending nothing happened.

It was a victory in your book.

[ruanais]

-> ☆ HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR-!

ORDER-☆ made by @sinmalssimp: Tennants reaction to her artist lover painting her as a birthday gift

☆-RECIPE: you knew Tennant only liked extravagant and expensive things. And you, being a artist, decided to paint her as a gift this year. Will she like it? Was what you questioned everyday. Well. It’s her birthday now! (Don’t mess up okay?)

FROSTING-☆ fluffy fluff strikes yet again!! 3-0!! Ahem. Anyways. Can’t believe my phone managed to hold out this long at 1% help- gn reader, tennants’s birthday!! artist! Reader <3

“DEAR? What’s this excitement coming from-oh.”

tennant stands still as you hold out a stunning portrait of her, a nervous yet hopeful look on your face. “..do..do you like it?” You quietly asked, a small tinge of red on your face.

“like..like?! Of course not!” From her sudden outburst and words, you visibly deflated. But before you could even say a word, your lover took the painting from your hands, set it on the ground and twirled you around.

“in fact, this might be the best thing I’ve ever got!”

a obvious shine was radiating from her and you felt pure relief that your dear lover adored it so much.

“Im glad that you like the painting dear.” A beam on your face as you laughed at her radiance.

“of course I do!” Tennant said, giving you a kiss on the cheek before finally letting you on the ground. “Oh yes!” You clapped your hands, suddebly remebering something important.

“I cooked some of your favourite dishes! Shall we go and eat them now?” you turned towards her, before answering she chuckled and agreed and took the painting carefully.

“you always have glamorous birthdays planned for me, my love. I don’t deserve you.” She mumbled.

“Did you say something?” You questioned. Taking her arm and leading her into the dining room. “Nothing. It’s just that..”

“I shall have to up-do you on your birthday!”

rua’s notes: hehe yes I wrote this shit at 1% I was so fucking scared it would die help- had sm fun writing this <3 thank you raven <33

@ruanais2023 do not repost, translate without permission. plagiarising is forbidden

reblogs and comments + likes are very appreciated!

[v4mpirezz]

if its alright but fic or hcs of yan!tennant overstimming/edging her love?

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ❞

𝐀/𝐧: UGH TOOK THIS OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE A TENNANT PUNISHING HER DARLING. Here you go a full on fic, I hope you enjoy because certainly I enjoyed writing it &lt;3

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫

A wet slap echoed though out the room followed with a loud cry belonging to you.

It was never ending, your pussy was so sensitive and needy, as the woman whose hand was buried deep between your legs wouldn’t let you cum. Every time you tried to move your hips to try to finally let out your needed release she would immediately stop and slap your clit.

“My love, I told you to stop moving. You aren’t allowed to cum at all until I feel like you’ve already learned your lesson. I told you many, many, times to behave, yet it seems like my words fall on deaf ears.” Tennant said, her voice was serious, darker than usual.

“Please..” You whimpered. You were so desperate it hurt, you just wanted her to stuff your hole and not stop until you came.

Tennant shook her head, “No lovely, it’s too late. You should’ve thought of the consequences you’d face the moment you tried to leave this damn house. And to think I trusted you, I took these very same ropes you have on right now off of you thinking you’d finally submit and not try to run away, I suppose I was wrong; how disappointing.”

Tears ran down your flushed cheeks, it only made her smirk. She loved seeing you like this, all teary eyed and needy for her; in her eyes you’re so beautiful like that, all hopeless.

You need her, she is the only one who can give you such intense pleasure, she’s the only one who can touch you and instantly make turn you into a begging mess.

Suddenly, you felt her fingers stuff you and move fast, making sure to press on your g-spot repeatedly causing you to moan loudly and clench tightly around her fingers. You didn’t want her to pull away, but you knew that she’d pull out the moment you’re so close to releasing.

So all you could think about was beg, beg for your release, hope that she’ll show a slight bit of mercy and let you cum after edging you so damn much for hours.

“Please.. please AH~! L-let me cum..” your voice was already hoarse from screaming and crying, “Please, Tennant, please let me cu-cum… Ah, I’ll b-be good I promise..”

Her fingers slowed down, “It’s Ada love, I’ve told you many times to call me by my actual name.”

With a whimper you quickly apologized, “S-sorry, I’m so sorry please Ada.. please let me cum I need you so bad right now..”

Ada hushed you and leaned down to whisper in your ear “Do you really want to cum that badly darling? Aren’t you so needy? Wanting to squirt on my fingers, ah~ such a naughty girl.. Alright then, I’ll give you what you want.”

Part of you was surprised that she actually listened to you, after all she made it clear that this was punishment. However you didn’t think twice as the only thing you cared about was your release.

And you regret it, because Ada had something twisted in mind.

She started kissing your neck while her fingers worked deep inside you leaving you breathless. Then her mouth travelled towards your breasts and started teasing your hard nipples with her mouth and tongue.

If it wasn’t for the ropes your hands would’ve immediately found themselves gripping on her hair.

Then suddenly, the knot bursted and you squirted on her fingers with a loud scream of pleasure. You almost blacked out until her lips against yours brought you back to reality.

It was finally over, or so you thought until Ada didn’t stop her movements, she wasn’t planning on stopping. She kept teasing your puffy, swollen clit with her thumb while three of her fingers kept thrusting inside your cunt.

You looked at her confused, “W-what are you doing?” You asked in a shaky voice. Ada flashed you a smug smile, “You said you wanted to cum didn’t you? I’m giving you what you want, i’m not stopping until I’m fully satisfied; therefore don’t complain and take it like a good girl.”

Your eyes widened at the realization, she won’t stop until you can’t cum anymore, until your legs start shaking, until you feel numb. You knew it, this was going to end badly. When Ada punishes, she shows no mercy not even if you beg non stop.

Minutes turned into hours of pure bliss and pain, it started to hurt cumming on her fingers for who knows how many times, you were impossibly sensitive down there that even the smallest touch made you cry out loud.

Your legs were a shaking mess and soon they started to feel numb. Until finally, you felt Ada pull out her fingers and lick them, tasting your sweet juices. You stared at her with half lidded eyes, you were exhausted yet relieved that she was satisfied after hours of being used by her.

“Poor thing, tired? You may rest, I’ll clean you up.” Ada said in a soft voice as if she didn’t just fucked you dumb for hours.

She leaned in once again for a kiss, then whispered, “I hope this taught you a lesson, next time, I won’t have any other choice than to go rougher on you, I don’t like my lady disobeying me after all.”

♡ ──── 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒂𝒔.. writing is mine! Please do not copy, adapt, , translate or repost without my personal consent, permission and without crediting!

[soulinheehee]

Heya !! If you're taking reverse 1999 requests, may i ask for girlfriend headcanons with tennant? Thank you ><

Tennant girlfriend HCs

˚⁺‧ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

˚⁺‧ 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 (𝘴𝘧𝘸), 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥

˚⁺‧ 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: a little angsty :( but this is tennant, after all 💔

Romance with Tennant is just something special. It is fleeting, just as the woman herself, short-lived and passionate.

She's never in the same place for too long. She appears out of nowhere, and disappears into thin air right when you need her the most.

Her words are filled with the sweetest honey, yet she lies so much that it's difficult to differentiate between her lies and truths.

She said you are the prettiest girl she's even seen, and she kissed you so tenderly you couldn't even think about her words not being genuine.

She layed her head on your thighs as you put her hat in your head, as if protecting the both of you from the hot sun, and she chuckled as your fingers ran through her hair.

Tennant gifted you a diamond; it broke in half just a day after when you weren't careful enough and accidentally dropped it off the shelf.

Tennant told you she'll be there for you; you cried for her, but nobody came.

Her eyes are filled with affection when she looked at your sleeping state for the last time.

Her heart skipped a beat when she imagined your devastation when you'd wake up.

...

Ada is grieved that she had to lie to you. Maybe someday, Ada would come back to you. Maybe Ada would finally settle down and have a peaceful life with you.

But until then, Tennant has to keep running away.

Maybe even away from her feelings, away from herself? She doesn't know.

[larxii]

Canonically Tennant is like actual scum (love her for that) so like imagine you meet her walking down the street and she comes up to you all flirty and charming so you buy into her lies- she gives you a shiny diamond with some empty promises of seeing you again. But that beautiul diamond turns back into dirt. Naturally you're very upset and you swear that if you see her again it's on sight. So, one day you spot her walking around without a care in the world, fooling some women here and there and just when she's about to turn a corner you grab her by the shirt and pin her to the wall. She sees your pissed off face and all she does is smirk, lifting her hands up and throwing some flirty line at you while you just want to rip her to shreads. Telling you you're messing up her clothes.. to "watch it", plus some other things you don't care about. Calling her out for her bullsht and all she does is chuckle and confess to you her little job. Glaring daggers at her you demand she pays you back and she does but.. how are you so sure this won't turn into dirt too? Insecurity is painted all over your face as she tries to leave quietly but you grab the collar of her shirt forcing her back. She falls to the floor and looks up at you a bit annoyed. Telling her that you don't trust her but instead of her saying over and over that the money is real.. perhaps she could pay you back in some other way..?

Part 2

[reynasdream]

OOO BRO I just saw your lil post about writing for reverse 1999 and lemme tell you how FAST I dashed over here like I could be in the Olympics LMFAO

ANYWAYY BOOKIE I was LOWKEY WONDERING if you would be comfortable enough to doing Tennant and Dikke (separate!) x Ace detective! (Fem or Gn) Reader?

LIKE.. IDK imagine reader like Goro Akechi from persona 5😭 BUT OF COURSE that’s only if you’re comfortable and confident w it!🫧

HAVE A AMAZINGGG DAY THO!!

HELLO MISS!

⤷ pairings: dikke x reader, tennant x reader

⤷ content: all pairings are separate, reader is gender-neutral with no specified pronouns, mentions of homocide, very slight suggestiveness in dikke's part, not proofread

DIKKE

⤷ she had heard of you before from the townsfolk. to be completely honest, she had never really thought much about you other than that you were a smart and incredible, yet expensive detective.

⤷ you had helped solved several cases in the past despite your young age. you had started ever since you were a child, however, your work was more..."unofficial".

⤷ you were more recognized by her when you had gathered evidence to solve a major unsolved homicide case. she became more interested in you, and when she had the time, she sought out for you.

⤷ she didn't want to hire you, however. she simply wished to know you and your work better.

⤷ she asked to meet you at a small cafe, one where you two wouldn't easily be noticed by the townspeople.

⤷ after speaking with each other for a while, you two decided to have these meet-ups at least once every two weeks. the meetings became more often, but of course, you couldn't meet all the time because of both of your duties.

⤷ still, she enjoyed your company and knowing more about your career and cases in the past.

⤷ it didn't take long for her to realize she was in love with you.

⤷ one random day she decided to just confess to you. she invited you to the same cafe, but she tried to make it more special by giving you a gift and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

⤷ she tried hinting that she liked you, and you did catch on, but you didn't say anything, thinking you were wrong.

⤷ that's when she just confessed to you. her face was tomato red when she confessed, and she attempted to hide her face with her hands.

⤷ if you accepted her confession, she'll take you outside and kiss you behind the building...maybe it'll lead to something more?

⤷ if you rejected her confession, she'll be okay with it, but she'll still want to be friends with you. she just won't be able to hang out with you so much, because now she's moving on and hanging out with you will only make her feelings toward you intense.

TENNANT

⤷ she knows you are not an easy one to fool with her..."charms".

⤷ she essentially spies on you, observing your personality and actions to determine who you are.

⤷ assuming you're wealthy, she'll most likely try to cheat you out of your wealth.

⤷ when her charms prove as useless, she may resort to her arcanum skills to manipulate you.

⤷ if they don't work on you somehow, then she'll be less ticked off and more intrigued by you, similar to dikke except with more malicious intentions.

⤷ she will befriend you, and work her way up to a higher status as your friend in order to manipulate you.

⤷ that's when she realizes that she has fallen in love with you, and she'll try to win you, this time with less...deceiving intentions.

⤷ she will try to win your heart, and although it definitely doesn't seem like it, she's rather desperate.

⤷ i mean, you're gorgeous, smart, and rich. it's not a surprise that she wants to be with you.

⤷ one day, she decides it's time for her to confess her feelings. her real feelings.

⤷ she invites you to a fancy restaurant, even offering to pay for everything. she gives you a couple luxurious gifts and treats you even more well than usual.

⤷ when she does confess, she is very much different from dikke. she speaks with full confidence, not bothering to hide her flushed face as she tells you her feelings.

⤷ if you do accept her confession, she would be delighted. she'll often take you out on fancy dates to restaurants, museums, operas, or other places considered as "sophisticated".

⤷ if you don't accept her confession, she'll understand, but that doesn't mean she won't be upset. she'll try to move on but she definitely won't forget you and your cute little face.