#violette writes

[violetteshoneybee]

CHERRY TREE

husband!remus x wife!reader ; fluff

In which remus and his wife are waking up beside each other in their newly bought house

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The sheets moved swiftly around you, their soft fabric complimenting your gracious body. You were asleep with your hair spread across your face and falling in a cascade on your back and arms. You were feeling warm. Not the uncomfortable warm, though, the one you feel when waking up and tightening the blanket around you. You also felt safe. This was something you loved. An arm passed over your waist as a protection to keep you in bed and close and warm. You loved waking up and feeling the heaviness of your husband’s arm. Remus was always one to go to sleep late, the one not to sleep at all even. But since you two had settled in this cosy place, he was spending more and more time with you in bed. He would often fall asleep before you as you played with his hair and massaged his scalp. Remus felt home between your arms. He had hidden for so many years that being able to be himself and not be afraid of hurting someone was just heaven to him. You and Remus had found that old water mill house some months ago, and you two fell in love with its peaceful atmosphere. The house was in a quiet neighbourhood surrounded by a lovely little cottage with extensive gardens and vergés.

The forest on the other side of the little river was beautiful and perfect for Remus to spend his full moons. You felt reassured to know he wasn’t too far from you during this time of the month. Thanks to your good wedges, you could get some wolfsbane for him, and you knew that Remus would pass the long nights wandering in the forest. You imagined he would follow the fairies around and run after the little magical creature. Remus saw a future with you here, and you were forever grateful. It had been so hard to find an isolated place to protect your husband from the others. It felt unreal to establish somewhere like here. 

The feeling of the cover being torn away from you stopped your reasoning, and you turned around to look at your gorgeous husband rolled into the covers. 

‘I love you, Lupin. But you promised to share all your belongings, that includes the cover.’ You said, tickling his nose with your pinky as you watched him softly blink his eyes open. 

‘I don’t think it means all my belongings. I’m sure there’s some kind of exception for the sheets, cover and probably the food too.’ You chuckled at his comment and kissed him.’Good morning, dove.’

‘Good morning, darling.’ You smiled. ‘Did you sleep well?’ 

He nodded and stretched his arms over his head before wrapping you in them. 

‘I slept alright, and you? Are you hungry? We’ve got some fruits. The neighbours gave them.’ 

‘Slowly, Rem.’ You kissed his hand and gently put it in your hair.

‘One at a time?’

‘One at a time.’ 

Remus sighed and started petting your hair, wrapping his long, thin fingers around the strands. In this instant, he thought he would have been more than happy to die beside you and keep this as the last thing he would see in his life. You were his everything, after all. You had been there for him when he needed comfort back at school and would be with him when he grew old. And more than anything, you were with him right now, right at this instant. You were giving him this look full of love and caring, and he swore he had never seen a more beautiful thing in his life than your bright smile and tired eyes looking at him. He was eternally madly in love with you. Remus was sure of that because he knew that if you were an ocean, he would let himself drown. If you were a fire, he would eat himself burn, and before all this, if you were the earth, the dirt beneath the grass, he let his body crawl to you and rot. Remus would love you even if you killed him because you only mattered now. Remus never thought he would have the chance to be loved and love like this. Ever since Remus was a child, he saw how dangerous love could be for others, and he wanted nothing dangerous for his loved ones. But his soul deceived him the day he saw you under that cherry tree, in your little lime green dress with your hair tied with a ribbon. Remus knew he was doomed right at that moment. He knew he was your slave for eternity. 

‘… Rem? Are you listening?’ 

‘Sorry, darling. What did you say?’

‘You know, sometimes I really wish to know what’s going on in that head of yours.’ You scoffed and slowly made your way up. ‘I was saying we should slow down on heavy food. I think I took some weight.’ 

‘Oh, but my darling, I’m the happiest man alive if I can get more of you.’ 

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[violettemoonlight]

Room 927

The elevator chimes as it opens to the hotel lobby. The flowers are manicured and the fragrance is delicate and sophisticated, albeit manufactured: jasmine, sandalwood, musk.

The wheels of my luggage click across the threshold as I walk in, press “9”, and… wait. The mirrored doors close and I stare at my reflection. My cheeks flush as I take in my sundress, how it clings to my chest. It flares out at the hips, highlighting my hourglass figure and ample curves. It’s short, just on this side of tasteful. I know you’ll love it.

The room key cuts into my hand as I squeeze it tight, like it knows this won’t be the last time this weekend I ride the line between pleasure and pain.

Chimes again. I step onto the landing and head towards the right.

Room 927.

I slide the room key into the door. Seems like minutes go by before it illuminates: green light.

With almost too much gusto, I rip the key card out and push the door open in one swift motion. As I pull my suitcase through the door, I immediately know: something is off. I set my bags aside. The desk agent said you’d checked in already, that you left word you’d be waiting for me. Here. But the curtains are drawn so that the midday sun is completely blocked out. And it’s quiet. Eerily so. I call out your name, feeling my way through the unfamiliar room in the darkness. Again, but with more urgency, “Are you here..?” I turn back for my bag, groping blindly in hope of finding my phone. I feel it in an instant. A presence, quiet breathing. I’m not alone in this hallway. A low, gravelly voice rumbles from the darkness, “Hello, Violette.”

I freeze for an instant before reaching for the door. That instant was long enough. I yelp as your large, warm hand grips my wrist and pulls it away from the door as you close in behind me. Your whole body presses against mine before you bend my arm behind my back, pinning me between you and the door.

Your breath is hot on my neck as your right hand smooths my hair back. You inhale on your way up to my ear, taking in my scent of excitement then fear, and arousal. “You act surprised. I told you I was waiting for you.”

I try to reply but your hand releases my wrist and swiftly moves to my throat, cutting off my words.

You press me against the door, grinding your cock on my ass. “Please,” I manage. Your grip tightens around my neck.

I feel your other hand squeeze my thigh, fingertips digging in hard enough to bruise. Your grip loosens and you trail your fingers up my thigh, your touch surprisingly light. Until you get to my hip. Your fingertips trace the line of my panties, moving to roughly cup my ass. Before I know it, you yank them off, ripping the delicate lace easily and audibly.

To be continued…

[sleepy-violette]

Hannibal mailing advices to Clarice on how to use a frying pan for self development is one hell of a way to contact your crush again after seven years.

[little-miss-understood]

Dame Violette, Part Eight

[saphirdevil]

was replaying episode 16 of HSL amour sucre..... MAN deborah...... she do be pretty if i was candy id be fooled though ngl

[hattiestgal]

Kink rating: Micro weight gain. Having a little guy you can turn into a stress ball of fat with a single cheeseburger

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

As long as I get to be the little guy! Micro stuff is really fun on it's own (could go on a whole tangent about that haha), and adding on being like a little fat creature that some greater being feeds and takes care of is quite appealing! Though, I'd prefer not to be used as a stress ball, thank you!

[grirnoires]

imagine if you will a world where wendla and moritz dont die with me... its not necessarily happy with no problems but by god is everybody working on it.

basicalky what happens is moritz takes ilse up on her offer, and wendla ends up having her baby after a shotgun wedding to melchior to maintain apperances. she names her magdalena violett. the town is still hostile towards all of them, so they move away to try and have a normal life after the horrible traumatic things that happened to them as children. because thats what young adulthood is about you know? and melchi sleeps on the table.

[antisocial-entomancer]

Drew Renata again :3

[cielcius]

got myself smiling cuz of barber!katsuki and possibly nail tech!reader

[ambientwitch]

I wish my two french literary translation nemeses were actually good at translation so I felt like I was competing with them rather than just being mad at them. Derek Coltman and Name redacted due to she’s just some woman: Do better

[laplacemail]

Okay but has Violette ever just called Octavio dad. This is very important information I need to know.

There are many things Violette has left at his desk. A pile of unopened letters - the characteristic cute seal of a particular woman. They are not unopened because he fears opening them - it is simply that he desires to set aside sufficient time to read them. That would be an excellent excuse, if they did not accumulate faster than he could keep up with.

So they stay there, untouched. He knows the woman will eventually find him and tug his ears about never replying. They are difficult feelings, and they weight heavily on him. The idea of being close to someone, but directly desiring to run in the opposite direction anytime the possibility is offered.

Violette grabs the parchment he was writing on and crumples it with noticeable anger. This is also an unsent letter.

Because he cannot. Because it is impossible right now, the agonizing wait. Of being sent away. There is not even much content in the discarded letter, as words were always difficult to find.

"I hope this letter finds you well and alive. I hope you are alive. Though our parting came as a surprise to both of us - I was ready to stand and fight with you - I now understand the necessity of a legacy. While I cannot understand why me in particular, I will not disobey orders.

Much as I wanted to, in that single moment of defiance. Much as I still want to. I comprehend that there is no special treatment between me and the other men in the Order, you are the only one aware of my circumstances. I believe you know this, too. How excruciating it is to see a parent sacrifice themselves, in order to keep the flame burning bright.

While normally I keep my armor next to me, it feels weird to have to actively avoid using it. Next time I return to Kintargo, it will be either to take over your duties or to work as your second in command. There is obviously a correct answer to this. I do not believe the man who raised me will die so easily. I will stay with a friend until then. It is very odd to call him that, considering the fact that I still have not finished the job. Right now, it is the safest place to hide.

Be safe. The waves cannot swallow you.

- Violette Vil"

Words that he will never say in person, and words that will never find their way to its intended recipient.

[jbarneswilson]

Fanfic writing asks

41. What is your favorite world that you’ve created for a fic?

42. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

43. What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

And also,, are you down for husband, one-night stand, best friend ask?

hi, violette! thank you so much for this ask! 💜

41. What is your favorite world that you’ve created for a fic?

for stuff i’ve posted, it’s gotta be the world in “hope on the horizon”! it’s a cute little coffee shop au that i hope to one day expand.

for fics i’m still working on and haven’t touched in months shut up it still counts as writing it’s gotta be this au i started where sarah is a divorcée with a daughter and bucky is their new neighbor who sarah’s daughter befriends. it’s set in delacroix and i’m really having fun with bucky and sarah’s daughter’s relationship and all the ensuing cuteness

42. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

for main characters: sarah and bucky, hands down. i love writing for those two and i’m always getting new ideas for them. whether those ideas ever make it to the page is another thing…

for secondary characters: LuAnne, she’s from my bucky/black ofc fic “stay high” and i love her so much. she’s a tough-as-nails old lady with a heart of gold, she takes care of her own, and doesn’t take any lip from anyone.

43. What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

honestly, it’s “stevie’s mom has got it goin’ on”. it makes me laugh every time i think of it. plus it makes me think of the song “stacy’s mom” which i love to this day.

send me fanfic asks!

[violette-hue]

To the anon that sent me the Geralt smut idea 👀 You have ✨inspired✨me

[jayleysworld]

She may be made of tender kisses and soft whispers, but she is also made of shattered dreams and broken promises.

[little-miss-understood]

Dame Violette, Part Eleven

[inamindfarfaraway]

Ideas for the Gauthier-Duong siblings’ akumatized forms:

Kane - Bondsmith

Kane wants to have people’s loyalty and positive regard - themes of entrapment and possession

Has just been denied the love of his stepsister and the right to more family than his mother

Goal is to trap Alison, Noah and Estelle as his loving family - the last push Estelle needs to accept becoming a superhero, because she may typically choose flight rather than fight to defend herself but nobody threatens her dad

Truly loves them and thinks this is the only way for them all to be happy; has a disturbing version of his sweet, excitable kid demeanour

Akumatized item is a keychain with an old photo of him and Alison on it, initially taken off his schoolbag, worn hanging from his akumatized form’s chain necklace with the now blackened photo embedded in his chest armour

Kane acts and seems to Estelle like a ‘golden boy’, wanting to be perfect and make people think he’s perfect to ensure they’ll stay with him (to protect his feelings), his whole outward personality reflecting that, and repressing his negative emotions, now released in full force - wears shiny gold plate armour, a gold mask shaped in a cheerful expression, and black underclothes and tarnished grey skin the armour cannot completely hide

Chain motif representing the possession of people he wants for himself and connections he wishes to preserve and enforce on others - lots of chain accessories, web of chains across his chest converging over the photo that prevents the heroes just pulling it out

Power is to bind people together with magical chains that he can mentally alter the length of - as well as physically restricting movement, gold ones make them get along with the other person and black ones make them reflexively dislike them, affecting only emotions, not thoughts, so people forced to feel good or bad about each other can still name reasons they shouldn’t in a detached, logical way; his plan to get the Miraculous is simply to chain the heroes directly to himself and compel them to give him their Miraculous, since his power doesn’t affect him

Bowerbird defeats him by using Ladybug’s Lucky Charm, a smoke bomb, to obscure his vision (Ladybug and Cat Noir are incapacitated, a black chain between them making them too busy arguing to focus), using her vocal mimicry to trick him into thinking she’s Alison so he lets his guard down, restraining his attacking arm with a perfectly timed Masterpiece before he can attach the chain to her, shackling his other arm with it, breaking the chain net with her paintbrush and smashing the photo

Estelle - Echo

Estelle wants to be listened to - themes of voice, sound and hearing

Feels disregarded and disrespected by her birth parents, especially Violette, and has her trauma from their divorce ripped up to the surface

Goal is to share her sense of loss of stability, security, control and agency with everyone else out of vengeful spite

Bitter, sullen, temperamental, sardonically mocking, essentially Estelle’s worst exaggerated

Akumatized item is her headphones, fused to her head and turned purple with red handprints ‘holding’ the earphones and three jagged crystalline red spikes on the band, constantly blasting music which is generated by her own emotional magic loud enough to faintly be heard externally

Her parents were her entire world and their fighting and divorce her world decaying and crumbling - power affects her environment

Pink skin, long floaty purple dress, long light green hair in pigtails and purple eyes - the colours, clothing and hairstyle she liked and wore frequently when she was eleven, during the divorce, as just prior to akumatization she felt no less helpless than she did then

Motif of red handprints gripping her arms and legs at multiple angles, symbolic of her feeling pulled carelessly and incompatibly in different directions

Doesn’t speak, a red gag stifling her voice

Power is to affect her surroundings through the music she listens to within a radius that expands as her strengthening emotions increase the volume; it differs depending on the genre, her psychological state automatically changing it: a mournful classical track turns the ground into bottomless quicksand (sadness), an aggressive rock song creates indestructible red crystal spikes (anger) and a rousing pop song lets her emit sparkly white light in burning lasers and blinding flashes (joy/confidence)

Bowerboy defeats her by, after repeated frontal attacks fail, realizing the best way to help his sister and save the day is to follow Ladybug’s plan, and distracting her from the safety of a bower while Cat Noir sneaks up to deliver a Cataclysm to the headphones

If they were akumatized in their superhero forms, Estelle would be Flame Bowerbird with a colour scheme based on that species instead of the satin bowerbird and Kane would be Killer Whale, switching the grey and white great white shark for its bigger, more intelligent predator the black and white orca.