#in my head we kiss under the stars ★

[alfaire]

૮꒰ྀི ᴗ.ᴗ ꒱ა 💭ㅤ꒰  i want a love like the movies ꒱

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[shoyudon]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 .ᐟ

when their baby doesn't recognize them after they come home from a long mission.

starring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x fem! reader

heads up. pure fluff, your child with toji is baby gumi :D

note. this is how everything should have been :< anyways, just an information, my blog now runs on queue so, i'm grind writing before i get too busy for everything since my finals are coming up! chap 259 leaks got me on my knees and telling my friends i needed a whole ass break, gege when i catch u gege.

──────〃★ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

"i'm home!" gojo's cheery voice rings out throughout his warm home, despite his fatigue catching up with him. he drops a few crown colored paper bags on top of the kitchen counter — his nostrils twitching at the smell of your home cooked meal that he's grown to miss a lot during his mission.

trotting down the hall, he could vividly hear the distinct voices of both you and his daughter's loud laughter, with a big smile he grips onto the door handle of his daughter's nursery and pulls it down eagerly, "daddy's home!"

you looked at the door in surprise, not hearing his call just a few minutes ago, "satoru? you're home!" you marvel out, happily. nose scrunching in just slightly — your daughter sat on the play mat, eyebrows furrowed and she shows no signs of happiness or excitement like you did.

gojo went in and engulfed you into a tight hug, "hi sweetie," he whispers, kissing your temple — his slender fingers squeezing your hips, "i missed you both so much, y'know?"

returning the hug, you inhaled his scent, "we missed you too, 'toru, i was wondering when you'd be home," gojo cupped your face, pecking your lips multiple times.

"'m home now, baby," his vague whispers enters your ear.

gojo's head turns to see his daughter, who has strands of white hair just like his along with her deep blue eyes, staring back at him in worry — and a tinge of suspicion glazing over them. she babbles in concern, pointing at you as a signal to come for her.

instead of you, gojo stepped towards her little figure, resulting in an erupt of loud wail. he flinched at the loud cry and got on his knees, slipping his big hands under his daughter's pits to pull her closer, "hey, hey . . . why're you crying, baby?"

her wails got worse along with a few kicks here and there, gojo turns to look at you in concern, wondering what was wrong with her, his deep blue eyes silently begging for help, "hey, shh. 'ts okay, daddy's here," he cooed in panic.

chuckling softly, you gently grabbed her away from him, "i think she might have forgotten you, 'toru. you've been gone for too long, y'know?" instantly, your daughter calms down, feeling your familiar grip on her, teary doe eyes suspiciously eyeing gojo up and down.

gojo's face fell, "babies have short term memory? i was gone for two weeks," he softly whispers.

you caressed his face, "'ts okay, love. it takes time, she'll eventually remember her daddy, won't you, princess?" your daughter swiveled her face away into your neck, peeking at gojo curiously every now and then.

"can i hold her, please?" he questions, almost desperately. he was gone for more than two weeks — and all he wanted was to coddle his wife and daughter, and yet, here he was; a stranger to his own five month old daughter.

you nodded, "mhm, take it slow, she'll remember you . . ."

gojo gently grabs her from your grip, cooing softly at her as she squirms a bit, crunching her short and chubby legs up. she wasn't crying, yet. but her blue eyes were staring into gojo deeply, as if she was assessing everything, "bwa!"

she began kicking her legs happily. the corner of gojo's lips tugged upwards slowly, "do you remember me now? hm? you remember daddy now?" he cooed, shaking his head gently before nuzzling his nose into her belly.

the interaction made you smile warmly. gojo who was once exhausted with fatigue chasing his tail, now all freshened up with a fatherly smile on his face, "made me all sad for a second, you silly bean," he chuckles, cradling her in his arms.

as he cooed, you could see your daughter giggling loudly, her body reacting to his words as if she understood them. all she saw was his smile and she's a laughing matter. brushing your fingers through gojo's hair, you whisper, "go shower, you're stinky, 'toru."

"mama's being mean, isn't she? daddy don't stink, right?" gojo jokes, "isn't it supposed to be her bed time now?"

you nodded, "i wanted her to see you, at least for a bit," gojo smiled at your thoughtfulness and pressed your daughter to his hip, using his free hand to pull you closer — he wrapped an arm around you, moving side-to-side slowly and without realizing; the slight movement made the baby drowsy, her eyelids drooping down slowly.

and before the both of you know, her soft snores resounded, cheek leaned onto gojo's shoulder as her arms went limp by her side. you chuckled, kissing her other cheek, "i leave you to lay her down in the crib then."

──────〃★ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

"baby, why is he staring at me like that?" geto questions softly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looks back into his six month old son's (eye color) eyes in exhaustion.

just fifteen minutes ago, he had gotten back home after almost a three week mission — dropping his bags onto the couch, he greets you with a tight hug and a kiss on the lips, like he usually does every other day. on the other hand, greeting his not-so newborn son was a different experience, geto had his palm on the baby's head who was sitting on the his feeding chair. squatting down, all he got was an odd stare.

"you've been gone for almost a month, sugu'. he probably has a foggy memory of you," you explain, brushing your index finger over the baby's chubby cheek as his stare never bailed on getos' sitting figure across the table.

geto sighs, nodding his head, "if i get close, he won't cry, right?" he wouldn't say it out loud — but he often feared that this would happen at some point, his own son forgetting about him after a mission. given his job as a sorcerer, he'd have to go out on missions often, and some of them . . . don't exactly finish in a short amount of time. like this one.

"'m not sure, baby. why don't you come here and stop acting like you're our enemy?" you smiled at him, wiping the corner of your baby's stained lips, "'m pretty sure he's trying to remember your face! isn't that right, love? you won't forget your papa, will you?"

geto ascended from the chair, slowly stepping closer to both you and your son. he squats down in front of your son momentarily, "hi buddy," he gave out a small tired smile.

your son scrunched his face up slightly, eyes narrowing. you almost chuckled at the sight of geto's puckered lips, "you don't remember papa? 'm sad, y'know?" his voice softly cooed out, his finger reaching out to trace his baby's small button like nose.

as if your son realized that this was his father upon the soft touch on his nose, his face was no longer scrunched up, eyes returning back to normal — the difference? his toothless grin pops up, raspy laughter escaping his throat. geto smiles back in response, "yes, you do remember me, my baby boy."

geto stands up, carrying your son up from his feeding chair; not even caring about the mess on his son's tiny little bib. at this point, geto just wanted to hold his own flesh and blood, "papa missed you so much, y'know?" he whispers, pressing gentle kisses onto the baby's head.

your lips formed a smile in reflex, "see? he was just trying to remember you," geto chuckles out softly, nodding his head.

the then house that was filled with loud babbles and gargles of a baby refusing to eat, is now filled with euphoric laughter — it just felt magical. and watching your husband cradle your baby just felt like home, all you could do was stare at them both with much affection.

"bwaa! bababa!"

"mhm, that's right—" geto acknowledged calmly, rocking your son back and forth gently, "you're eating well, aren't you? look at the mess you made for mama. don't give her a tough time when papa's not home, 'lright?"

your son kicked his little legs downwards in response, his giggles loud and clear. geto took that as a yes to his question and nodded proudly, placing another gentle kiss to the baby's forehead.

──────〃★ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

toji's job is a little questionable. all his life, he's never thought of settling in with a woman, marrying her, and having a son of his own — it all happened so fast. but toji has never really thought of it as a bad thing in the first place. he has a wife waiting for him everyday at home with his son to welcome him, it all felt unreal.

"hey," he mumbles out, leaning down to let you press a kiss on his cheek like you always do — once you did, toji returns the kiss on your lips, "missed you."

you leaned your forehead into his, "i missed you too, toji."

"ma!" a high-pitched voice attracted both of your attention, craning your neck to the side, you saw your one year old son peeking from behind the wall, timidly eyeing the stranger beside you — speaking of toji, by the way.

"gumi, come here," you beckoned him to come over, but the toddler stays in his spot, his little fingers grasping onto the corner of the wall as his eyes pierced onto toji's large figure. sensing his discomfort, you pulled yourself away from toji to approach megumi.

"what's wrong, baby?" you squat down to his eye level, gently grabbing him by his waist, "is something bothering you?" your questions went unanswered — but you figured it had to do something with toji as megumi's eyes never left him.

"baby, that's daddy. your daddy," you can't help but to chuckle softly, carrying the toddler into your arms; pressed to your hip. megumi didn't falter back or trashed, already accustomed to your touch. although you felt his little body tremble when you walked back over to toji, "don't you miss daddy? he's back!"

"dada?" megumi exclaims in a confused tone, patting your cheeks with his chubby little fingers, his toddler mind in a swirl of turmoil. still unconvinced at the fact that this big and tall stranger is his father, despite the same identical hair.

"mhm, that's dada," you point at toji, who has been awkwardly standing a in the same spot now — toji sighs and strides over to you, making megumi narrow his eyes in reflex, "dada, dada's home."

toji extended his finger and poked megumi's cheek teasingly with a straight face, "y' don't even remember your old man, huh?"

megumi scowls deeply, his nose scrunching; resulting in toji's satisfied smirk — the older man prompted to do the same thing again, poking megumi's cheek once more, like he always does to mess with him, "i made you, you little punk," toji rolls his eyes.

"dada!" megumi yells out in frustration, as if he now remembered that his father — toji, the same person who would always mess with him is now right back beyond his eyes, "dada dada!"

toji closened his index finger to megumi's face, and megumi instinctively wrapped his little fingers around toji's index finger, as if saying 'no!'

toji's face warmed up at the sight, and so he curled his finger to bring megumi's hand into his large one, "y'r old man missed you, y'know?" he mutters out gruffly, brushing megumi's cheek gently; so gently he's managed to surprise himself a couple of times.

"aww, he remembers you now, toji."

toji scoffs lightly, a small smile gracing his lips, "guess he does remember."

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[madame-fear]

*ೃ༄ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks!: this was requested by my most beloved @juliavilu1, I hope you enjoy this dear and it was what you expected! I found it super fun to write. Thank you for the idea! 💕 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : being the daughter of Lord Bartimos Celtigar, a close ally to Rhaenyra Targaryen, you have grown up next to Lucerys Velaryon; your childhood best friend... And crush. By the time you receive the news of his betrothal to Lady Rhaena, you distance yourself for years, not even being able to attend her funeral after dying during childbirth. But when Lucerys finds you once again in King’s Landing, attending a feast his mother as Queen had invited you to, he decides that he won’t easily let go of you. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 21.3k (this is the longest I have ever written 😳)

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : Friends to lovers, angst to smut ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Lord!Lucerys x Celtigar!Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; jealousy, slight angst, Rhaena dies during childbirth, slight mentions of blood, neck kissing, praising, reader’s first time, body worshipping, P in V, seated missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, and overall soft smut.

“Do you think we will be able to avoid war, Luke?” you inquired sheepishly, craning your head to stare at him.

The soft sound of the seawaves clashing against the beachshore was the only thing heard amidst the night as well as the faint noise of the cool windy breeze, bringing a soothing comfort. Both Lucerys and you laid on your backs against the sand, quietly admiring the bright stars in the darkness of the night as you spoke to one another. Arrax peacefully slept by your side; his pearly scales glistening under the moonlight.

It wasn’t unusual for you to surreptitiously sneak away from your chambers late at night with your childhood best friend Lucerys Velaryon whenever your family visited his own at Dragonstone, only for him to take you towards Arrax, fly on dragonback around the Dragonstone castle, and lay down on the beach before having to return to your private quarters. Ever since you grew up a bit, that was a common routine for the two of you to follow.

The war was imminent — inevitable. No one wished to provoke it, much less his mother Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, but everyone knew it was there, and the time to prepare for war would eventually come. You dreaded the mere thought of it, but you always sought and found comfort by simply being by Lucerys’ side.

The realm was coldly divided, and his mother Rhaenyra would have to fight hard for what was her birthright. Such times were complicated to deal with, and you knew you would have to be greatly prepared for what was yet to come... But knowing you had a great loving friend to rely on, was all that soothed you.

Or at least, you wished to think of him merely as a great best friend. It was quite obvious what you genuinely felt for him, despite you wouldn’t even admit it for yourself — yet, you were endlessly teased by his and your own family. You — in a flustered manner — always disregarded such teasing remarks when they mentioned how head over heels you seemed for him, but deep down inside, you knew there was some truth to it.

At your question, his head tilted towards your side to stare at you. A soft huff escaped from him, feeling uncertain on what to answer. “Well,” he began, frowning slightly. “I’m not quite sure, my dear.” his nicknames to you had always been endearing, and they never failed to make you timidly grin. “We can only hope so. But I’m afraid, war is always inevitable.”

A frowny smile appeared on your lips. While you wished to believe war could be easily avoided, part of you knew Lucerys was right — war is always inevitable. You knew you had to prepare yourself for the worst, and in like every war, your Houses would have to get good allies. And with alliances, came betrothals — and knowing how most betrothals were — unwanted, unhappy, or both — you dreaded the mere thought of having your parents choose a Husband for you. If you could, you would choose to get betrothed to Lucerys; but you knew that situation was solely hopeless daydreaming.

The young Velaryon Prince knew about your discomfort regarding betrothals, and he always made sure to comfort and soothe your mind out of such thoughts. Though, Lucerys daydreamed as well about having the chance of choosing you as his wife some day. You were the only girl he had ever laid his eyes upon, and desired to have — and he knew he would be able to give you all the love and care you deserved to have in the world.

Unfortunately, as expected, Luke got betrothed to his cousin Rhaena. It wasn’t bad, since he got along her, but she clearly wasn’t you — the one Lucerys only longed to have.

A few moments of silence loomed over you, being only able to hear the way the tides clashed against the beach shore, occasionally hitting against some small shells or rocks. “I don’t want to get betrothed just now, Luke.” you muttered quietly, fixing your gaze on the sky, which despite being dark, the stars scattered across it and the moon brought some calming lights. Lucerys stared at you with his hazel green eyes in a dreamily manner as you spoke. “I wish I had the full liberty of choosing whomever I want to marry, instead of praying in hopes of receiving a sweet, kind husband.” you continued, “If we all had such liberty to choose the person we truly love, everything would be less complicated.”

And he couldn’t agree any more with what you said. But his betrothal was already settled, as much as it pained him. “I know. It would be less dreadful, and it would feel less… Forced.” a soft sigh escaped from his lips, frowning briefly. “And I wish I could break off my own betrothal, but I have no word against it.” there was certain reluctance coming from him in telling you, but sooner or later, you would have to know about it — and he would much rather tell you about his betrothal himself. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you didn’t waste a single second in turning your head around to stare at him, believing you misheard him. What did he mean with… ‘Break off his own betrothal’?

Propping your body with your elbows in the sand, your staring remained on him. “What? What do you mean?” doing the same thing as you did, he slightly laid on the sand, but used his elbows to prop himself. His rosy lips partly opened as he was about to begin explaining, but you kept talking. “Luke, are you…” the words trailed off for a moment, lingering on your lips before you could say them. It felt bitterly venomous to even acknowledge Lucerys had already been betrothed. It couldn’t be, you wished to deny it. “You are betrothed, already? To whom?”

As you awaited for his response, you could feel your heart loudly thumping against your chest, to the point it was as if it nearly escaped from your chest. Swiftly, his tongue passed over his lower lip, huffing faintly. You didn’t seem very pleased at the news, and neither was he; but it was eventually expected. “I have been betrothed to my cousin Rhaena.” he began. A soft scoff escaped helplessly from you, clenching your jaw discreetly. “I got betrothed to her the day we went to King’s Landing for the first time after years.”

A knot had been formed quite tightly on your throat as you attentively listened to his words. Your chest rose and fell continuously as you managed to hold yourself back from allowing the tears threatening to spill to expose how you felt — seemingly making your emotions worsen with the dreadful passing of the seconds. Your heart dropped abruptly, and it was a burning pain mixed with jealousy. You knew this day would come, and every passing day it was overwhelming to even be reminded of him getting betrothed, and you as well.

“I see.” you managed to mutter, swallowing all your own emotions that seemed to wash over you violently. You didn’t even know how to answer, you felt perplexed at the sudden situation. “Well, it was expected for both of us to eventually betrothe someone. At least, she will be lucky to have you as a husband.” gods, each word that came from your lips was one more painful than the other. Saying them felt like poison, completely bitter.

A frowny smile appeared on his lips, as he gently took your hand in his, squeezing it ligthly and caressing your skin with the tip of his thumb. In a sense, he tried to soothe you by giving you some physical affection like he always did, but it felt more painful than comforting. “I hope you find happiness and are very much loved with her, Lucerys. Because you deserve it, and you deserve to be appreciated every day of your life.”

It seemed as if you nearly spew out those words dreadfully, and you were; but as well, you genuinely wished for him to be filled with an immense amount of love... The same immense amount of love you could give him every single day, until your last breath. Love killed you, thorned you apart brutally — but there were duties to follow. And you couldn’t easily object against them.

Lucerys had known you ever since he had memory, and probably, he knew you better than you could possibly know yourself. The prince noticed the struggle in your features, and the faint voice tone that managed to not break in between words. You felt upset, and it blended along notorious sadness simultaneously. Softly, he exhaled, and leaned closer to you, close enough for you to feel his sweet boyish scent, while he continued to tenderly squeeze your hand in his own.

“I wish the same for you, (y/n). And even a thousand more things, more than you could imagine.” closing your eyes slowly, Lucerys pressed his lips against your skin, smooching your cheek. Gods, if only you could feel his lips against his own, and savour him. “I have never met someone like you. I hope you get betrothed to someone who knows how to cherish and pamper you properly.” he was wishing you nothing more but mere well-being in every sense, as were you with him — why did it have to profoundly hurt the way it did? A shaky sigh escaped from your lips, opening your eyes slowly as he pulled back from the smooch in your cheek.

The look you carried in your eyes made his heart sink. In a way, instead of noticing how you had to hold back the way you truly felt, he preferred for you to talk to him about it, but Lucerys knew that wouldn’t possibly happen. “Thank you, Luke.” was all you replied, a bit shortly. Softly, you stood from the ground, progressively letting go of his hand. And even so, his warmth ghastly lingered on your delicate skin.

His hand returned to lay on the ground, feeling the small grains of sand under his fingertips, watching you stand up with his green eyes. “I think it’s time for me to return back to my chambers, Luke. I do not wish to rest late, or get scolded by our parents.” giving you a single nod, he rapidly stood up along you, briefly shaking off some sand from his clothing. “I understand, and agree. Let’s go, before anyone finds we aren’t in our chambers.” a small, sheepish grin tugged lightly at the corner of his lips, notoriously trying to lift off the tension felt looming in the atmosphere.

You hesitantly returned the grin Lucerys offered for a few seconds, and followed him towards Arrax to fly back closer to the rocky castle — the pearly coloured dragon seemingly feeling the emotions of his rider, and awakening from its sleep. Swiftly, you climbed into the dragon’s back, right behind of Luke, and wrapped your arms tightly around his body as he commanded orders to his dragon in what you understood as High Valyrian. While you clung to his body, your cheek rested firmly against his back. And while you wished to enjoy the last dragon ride before having to return to your chambers and have a deep rest, your mind couldn’t help but keep wandering off to his future marriage to Lady Rhaena.

The warmth emanating from his body was bitterly endearing, having the need to keep clinging to him as if your life depended on it. But you knew, the more you grew up, that you would eventually have to learn to live with the friendship you maintained, and perhaps, keep certain distance to respect the each other’s betrotheds to yourselves. And despite acknowledging that, you weren’t willing to suffer from a heartbreak, or longing for his soothing touch.

Years had passed since you had been told of Lucerys’ betrothal by none other than himself, got married, and was officially named as the Lord of Driftmark.

Throughout all those passing years, you had kept in touch with him. Raven letters were often sent by him, and you replied back. But ever since Luke got betrothed and married his cousin, you had decided on keeping your distance with him as much as it hurt you; and even if you still wrote letters to one another, your feedback was short and slightly cold at times. Your visits to Dragonstone were delayed, and most of the times if your father had to have a meeting with the Black Council, you now rarely travelled along him.

Lucerys noticed your cold distance immediatly. From the moment he observed your reaction to the news of his betrothal to Rhaena, he knew you had done your very best to put on a straight face without your voice breaking, or tears spilling from your watery eyes. Your abscense was more hurtful than anything else. All he had to cling to, was the shared memories of your sweet laughter, whispered gossiping to one another, and how you never failed in comforting one another no matter the inconvenience.

Of course, he had the replies y he received from your letters; but they didn’t seem as light and sweet as they used to be, they seemed gloomier, and distantly cold. Lucerys adored you, even more than he could possibly adore his wife — as bad as it may sound — and himself, and if he had the possibility of changing his betrothal, Luke would have immediately broken it off just to marry you.

Recently, you had been informed by your father that Lucerys’ wife and Lady of Driftmark, Rhaena, along her newborn babe, had passed away during a difficult childbirth. Not only she had lost too much blood trying to give birth to the child, but as well the babe had taken too much time until it finally came out; and it was too late for both of them, immediatly passing away together.

Guilt burdened on you upon hearing the news. Especially, when you reminded yourself about the negative thoughts and bitterness you naturally had about her — yet, you couldn’t never have wished for such tragic event to happen. And the burden weighened even stronger when a traditional Velaryon funeral was held for her, and instead of assisting to it and visiting Lucerys to check on him, all you managed to do was solely write a letter to him offering your deepest, genuine condolences.

You had to admit to yourself, you felt wrongly awful for not having enough strenght of seeing him once again in person, but you were afraid of it being too awkward, or making him feel worse about the situation somehow. You didn’t want to further avoid him, however, you did, despite not wanting to admit it to yourself.

Until, destiny seemed to push you towards him, without you consciously realising. An invitation had arrived to you, from none other than Rhaenyra Targaryen, whom had managed to become the rightful Queen after winning the war against the Greens, and she was throwing a feast in King’s Landing. Much like you had done with Lucerys when his wife and babe died during childbirth, you had merely sent Rhaenyra a raven letter congratulating her for winning what was her birthright — for being the True Queen.

It had been years since you last saw her personally as well. Ever since you were a child, she had treated you as if you were her own sweet daughter, and she was like your best girl friend during your childhood, and teen years. After such victory and at the invitation to her feast, you never doubted in accepting in a heartbeat. And shortly after accepting to attend the feast, you prepared yourself to travel to King’s Landing.

A mix between eagerness and nervousness lingered on you during your travelling to King’s Landing. Of course, it was all because of the mere excitement you had after not seeing her and her family for many years, and you felt keen in properly congratulating her personally, and chatting together. Perhaps even to meet other allies of hers.

As soon as you arrived to the feast in King’s Landing, the atmosphere felt far more calming than you remembered. The environment was beautifully decorated, just properly for the feast. Soft, lovely music played in the background the moment you got into the feast, meeting other Lords and Ladies in there, and of course, you had the chance of seeing Rhaenyra once again after such a long time, greeting her cheerfully and even getting to chat a bit with her to catch up on how your lives had been.

As the time passed by, you decided to go chat with some other Lords and Ladies. And to have some fun with yourself, you kindly accepted the hand of a Lord that had offered himself to dance with you, amongst other people dancing. You had long forgotten about you own worries, giggles continuously spurred from your lips as you danced with another Lord, talking together about things that didn’t matter much. Gracefully, your dress spun along your gentle movements, and the jewellery you wore jiggled.

From afar, the young Lord of Driftmark, Lucerys, stared at you with both his arms behind his back. His green eyes carefully observed your every delicate movement, helplessly feeling a tinge of jealousy overwhelm him slowly and dreadfully at the sight of you laughing along the other Lord. Gods, you seemed even more precious than he remembered. More mature, and with such beauteous features that made his eyes remain fixed on you. It surely couldn’t be a coincidence, for you to be there, Lucerys had to approach you, and chat with you after many years of exchanging brief raven letters.

With gentle footsteps, Lucerys walked towards you. Your laughter was as endearingly sweet as the last time he had heard it during your shared youth, nearly intoxicating. Carrying a gentle grin, he cleared his throat as he stood next to you, and the other Lord. Both of you turned your heads around to stare at the person clearing his throat, and when you spotted Luke, your breath stopped for a moment. Your eyes went slightly wide, noticing with surprise how tall Lucerys had grown in comparison to when you were younger, nearly towering you, and how matured he looked. Your breath hitched as you fought back a timid grin, feeling your heartbeat thump rapidly against your chest. The way he stared at you with his green eyes… Seven Hells, you could melt right there in the spot.

“My Lord, my Lady Celtigar.” Lucerys greeted, and you gave him a single bow down with your head. As his gaze moved from staring at the Lord briefly, he then stared at you; his eyes lingering on your features for a few long seconds. “I hope you don’t mind, if I steal the Lady Celtigar’s hand from you?” a faint rosy hue crept on your cheeks, as the other Lord immediatly agreed with a smile, giving Luke a final bow with his head before bidding goodbye, and leaving the two of you alone — which, that’s just how Lucerys wanted to have you. All alone for himself.

As Lucerys offered his hand to you, you took it right there, walking with gentle footsteps as to dance together, just like you were doing with the previous Lord. “My Lord Velaryon,” you greeted playfully with a shy grin. “I’m pleased to see you once again.” the atmosphere was far from tense, as you would’ve imagined. You did feel slightly timid around him, but merely because he looked intimidatingly precious, and fully matured like a proper Lord — far from the shy, insecure young Prince he used to be.

Placing your other hand on his arm, you gently danced around together amidst other dancing Lords and Ladies, continuing to hear the gentle music in the background. “I could say the same, my Lady. You’ve grown to be even more beautiful than you already were.” immediatly, you scoffed at him, trying to dart your stare elsewhere as to hide the notorious blush growing across your cheeks. “Oh, shut up, Lucerys. If you think that about me, what is there left for me to say about you?” But Lucerys noticed your fluster right away, and along your teasing retort, it all served to fulfill his pride.

As he gentle held you, spinning around together softly while dancing, silence briefly loomed between the two of you. It wasn’t a bad silence, but the more the seconds kept passing, the more it left place for your own thoughts to occupy your mind. And the burdening guilt had returned to you. The guilt of knowing his wife and babe had died during childbirth, and not having been there for Luke when he surely needed it the most. Your tongue swiftly passed over your lower lip, faintly clearing your throat.

“I-I’m terribly sorry for what happened to Lady Rhaena and the babe, Luke.” you muttered shyly. The young Lord looked down at you, attentively listening. “I also apologise for not having been there for you. I should have.” gently, his thumb passed over the hand that held his own, smiling down at you. “Don’t apologise. You really don’t have to, I understand.” some relief washed over you at his words. “I did receive the letter you sent me, and that was enough for me. I don’t want you to apologise for anything.”

Helplessly, your grin widened at hearing how Lucerys softly comforted you. The warmth of his thumb running across the skin of your hand felt just like the last time he had touched you like that. It felt as if your skin screamed to be touched by him again. “Thank you, Luke. I really did miss you. I hope you know I never stopped thinking you, not even for a single day.”

His eyes twinkled gently. While it was fun to tease you on the inside because whatever thing he said it made you become immediatly flustered, it was now your turn to feel a sense of pride washing over you at the sight of his pale cheek turning a dark shade of red. Lucerys had greatly missed you, and your absence was notoriously felt by him. How could he not miss you, his dear friend... And the woman he so dearly adored more than anything?

“I have missed you terribly as well, vēzos qēlossās ñuho, more than you could possibly imagine.” my sun and stars, as he often fancied nicknaming you. Another trait you had missed from Lucerys, was all the nicknames he had only for you, and no one else. Luke knew just how much you loved High Valyrian, and how you appreciated hearing him talk in it, and he wasted no time in teaching you, and talking to you in Valyrian.

“I have needed you by my side more than anything else in my life. And now, the Seven have brought us back together.”

One thing the young Lord had for sure, is that now that you had returned right back into his arms after yeaes of not seeing each other, he wasn’t willing to let you escape so easily from him. You weren’t going anywhere.

Hours had passed since you arrived in King’s Landing and joined the feast. The nerves you had through your travelled had long washed away from you, now feeling a state of tiredness from all the dancing, laughing, and hyperactivity — and also, you still felt the keen emotion remaining on your veins of seeing Lucerys again, and having great fun with the boy you had always held deep into your heart, unlike no other.

An exhausted, yet gentle huff spurred from your lips as you reached the dimly lit chambers to spend the night in, and get some proper rest before parting back to where you belonged. The wooden door slightly creaked, shutting it closed behind of you the moment you entered. And as soon as you were in, your fingers immediatly moved in a lazily hurried manner to untie the laces from your dress.

You already had enough fun for the day, and you couldn’t await any longer to surrender yourself into a deep slumber. Beginning to open your dress slightly to free yourself from your clothing and change into a nightgown, your eyes were half lidded with tiredness. And before you could manage to fully undress, a hushed knock outside your door was heard. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you turned around.

“Come in.” you chirped gently, curious at who knocked on your door late in the evening. The door was swiftly opened, creaking once again, only to reveal Lucerys. It was hard for you to fight back a smile at the mere sight of him. As soon as his hand closed the door discreetly behind of him, you could feel his eyes curiously lingering on your body, admiring it as your dress was loose. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

Trying hard to fight the blushing in your face, noticing the way he took in your figure for his own delight, you shook your head. “N-No, of course you aren’t. I was just preparing myself to sleep.” you explained, “I supposed you were already in bed?” in response, Lucerys simply shrugged. “Yes. But I couldn’t really sleep.” he replied shortly. His arms were both hidden behinds his back, gently approaching you with quiet footsteps.

Your eyebrows kept furrowed, awaiting for him to keep going. Some moments of awkward silence remained on the atmosphere, noticing how Lucerys seemed to struggle whatever he had to tell you. His hazel eyes remained on the ground, before raising his sight and staring at you. “I can’t sleep, knowing you’re finally here with me, after all these years.” he managed to whisper out. It seemed slightly shy, but at the same time, you knew his words were genuine.

“When I say I missed you, I truly mean it. I wish I could have seen you more often, like we used to do in our youth.” nibbling discreetly on your lower lip, you stood stiff in front of him, playing with the hem of your sleeves. “I never cared about whoever I married. That was supposed to be part of my duty as a future Lord—” abruptly, Luke paused for some seconds, before continuing. “—But the only person whom I genuinely adored ever since I have memory, and never stopped thinking about, was you.”

Lucerys stood right in front of you, shadowing you slightly with his height. Your sight was raised to stare at him in disbelief, feeling heat rise your cheeks. Nervously, Luke placed his hand on your cheek, beginning to caress your skin with the tip od his thumb. “You have no idea how I have longed for you; how not seeing you as often as we did when we were younger made me need you more than anything.” his thumb slowly moved towards your lower lip, brushing it. Your lips partly opened, losing yourself on the way he gazed down at you.

“I can’t hold back the fact that I love you. I’m in love with you, and I would anything to prove it to you, and have you by my side for the rest of my life.” for him, in a way, it was a relief to get those words off of his chest. Lucerys was undoubtedly devoted to you, and he never laid his eyes upon anyone else, but you. Unconsciously, you allowed the weight of your head to fall against the palm of his hand, melting at the feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek sweetly.

Without answering, your eyes were fixed on his own for a few seconds, appreciating the silence that had formed between the two of you. Suddenly, you tiptoed, firmly gripping his clothing to quickly pull him closer to you as he leaned further, and your lips immediatly locked against his own for the first time ever. Kissing him was an urgent need that you desperately craved. After many years of daydreaming about savouring the taste of his lips, you finally had the opportunity to do so, and you took it.

His lips tasted like seasalt, and at the same time, they were endearingly sweet, as well as plump. Initially, your actions took Lucerys by surprise... But much like you, ever since he had fallen head over heels for you, not one day passed without him fantasising about holding you in his arms, tasting your lips, and being more intimate with you. You kissed with such vigor, and so fervently that neither of you were aware of what you were doing, or were even aware of your surroundings anymore, as Lucerys placed one of his hands behind your neck, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss.

You were desperate to feel his body pressing against yours, to feel his warmth seeping into you. You wanted him, and you needed him. Your hands caressed his chest as they moved up and down, playing occasionally with the buttons of his clothing, trying desperately to gain some kind of feeling for his skin. Quietly you gasped as Lucerys abruptly pulled away from your lips, leaving you heavily panting, just like he panted. In disbelief, you stared at him notoriously desperate to keep kissing him, and he softly scoffed.

Sliding one of his hands on your waist, he moved to sit on the edge of your bed, falling down into the mattress with a huff. His hand then patted gently his lap. “Come. Sit on my lap.” he offered, smiling at you invitingly. Happily obliging, you did as he offered, immediatly approaching closer to him just to sit on his lap, weighing on him very softly, and wrapped your arms firmly around your neck. A smug grin appeared on his rosy lips as his hands were on your waist, caressing you with his fingers slowly.

You pressed yourself tightly against him, lowering down your face to press a smooch agaisnt his lips, to which Luke rapidly reciprocated. “You should sit on my lap more often.” he whispered, trailing kisses from your cheeks, lowering himself to your jawline, and approaching your neck. “It makes you look prettier, more than you already are.” his hot breath against your sensitive skin made you shiver softly, gasping as he spoke in a low tone, and kept pressing tender pecks on your neck.

One of his hands that rested on your waist moved slowly downwards, attempting to lift your dress to slip a hand under it, grasping your skin. Throwing your head back to give him further access to your flesh, you hummed quietly as your eyes were closed. His sight was raised to stare at you, as his other free hand played with the laces of your dress. “May I keep kissing and touching you?” you opened your eyes, looking down at him. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, scraping his nails across your skin teasingly as one of his hands was under your dress, touching your leg.

If it were for him, he could take you right there, and pamper and show you just how much he adored you more than anything else in the world. But his mother taught him how to be a proper, respectful gentleman — he preferred to have your full consent before allowing his impulses to act by themselves, especially when it came to treating you.

You returned the way Luke gazed at you, with warmth and love, shyly smiling down at him. Leaning closer to him, lowering your face, you placed a gentle kiss onto his cheek, resting your lips there for several seconds. Luke’s lips curled into an easy smile, feeling your lips against his cheek, and gently craned his head slightly to kiss your lips. “Yes, you may. And you don’t need to ask for my permission, Luke” you agreed, closing your eyes once again, allowing him to continue with exploring every inch of your skin with fervor.

Lucerys leaned forward to place feather light kisses along your collarbone and on your throat, his touch almost feverish as he took you in his arms. He continued to pepper kisses on your neck, moving to your breasts, and your chest began to ache from how hard your heart was beating. You growled silently as one of his hands began untying the laces of your dress, loosening your clothing from your body as his lips focused on placing tender, yet desperate kisses on your breasts.

Writhing slightly on top of him, quiet moans spurred from your lips needily. Your hips began grinding against him, sliding a hand behind the back of his head, interwining your fingers between strands of his brunette messy hair. The sound of your muffled moans were drowned out by the sound of your pounding heartbeat, the sensation so sweet that you couldn’t help but feel the need to do it again and again, until it became unbearable.

Unable to wait any longer, you bit your lip sharply to suppress another moan. Your body tensed as Luke lifted your dress by it’s hem, up to your stomach. “You’re so precious, I could take care of you—” he whispered, interrupting himself briefly, moving his hand to caress your stomach with his fingertips in a slow, dedicated manner, until they travelled downwards to play with the waistband of your underwear. “No, I will take care of you so perfectly — like you deserve to be taken care of.” beneath you, you could feel his growing erection poking against your clothed, moistened genitalia; achingly throbbing in need to feel him.

It felt as if you were dreaming. Such things could occur in your fanaties — and yet, you were. Overall, despite the notorious eager wave of emotions washing over you, you felt rather nervous. It was the first time in your life you would ever have such intimate moment, only having known about what other ladies experienced, but never having the opportunity of doing it yourself. What comforted you, was the thought of Lucerys being there to guide you through, and knowing just how gently delicate ans patient he always was around you.

You swallowed, as you were pressed firmly against his lap, grinding against each other unconciously; the room being filled with your heavy pants. One of his trembling hands moved in a hurried manner to unbuckle his belt, loosening his trousers and rapidly lowering his pants. Attentively staring at his actions, your breath sharpened. You placed your hand on his chest, catching his attention. “Luke, wait–” you whispered, nervously.

Lucerys’ eyebrows knitted in worry, being afraid he might have pressured you, or even made you feel uncomfortable, as he patiently awaited for you to continue. “P-Please go slowly, and gentle. I-It’s my first time.” you awkwardly admitted, keeping your gaze elsewhere timidly as a blush crept on your skin. A sigh of relief escaped from him, knowing you were merely wishing him to go slow and gentle.

He quietly chuckled, pressing his lips against the corner of your lips, and placing several kisses on that zone as his other hand cupped your cheek tenderly. “Of course, my love. I wasn’t planning on treating you otherwise, either way.” your eyes closed as a smile grew on your own lips, feeling loved and pampered by the young Velaryon Lord. “Please continue, Luke. I need you.” you whispered back, moving your head to meet your lips with his own.

A growl of approval came deep from his throat. The hand that cupped your cheek let go of it slowly, and moved downwards towards his underwear, tugging on the fabric. He removed them quickly, before leaning forward to place light pecks on your lips once more as your own shaking hands removed your panties, sliding them through your legs quickly and tossing them apart.

Once he did lower his underwear, he pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. “If you wish me to stop, tell me. I could never try to hurt you in any way, my sweet.” Lucerys spoke softly, almost shyly; and who could blame him? You were as delicate as the petal of a flower. But you didn’t want him to stop, not now.

You gave him a small reassuring nod, encouraging Lucerys to continue. The young Lord smiled to himself, finally pulling out his erection, feeling it’s tip poke against your wet folds, rubbing himself teasingly; which made several groans escape from you. You straddled him, wrapping your legs around his waist. His panting became heavier, ocassionally hitching his breathing as your moist folds grinded against his tip, which leaked precum. Both his hands gripped firmly your waist, trailing kisses all across your neck in between gasps.

Slowly and carefully, moving his hips, and helping your body move down to him, his erected member slipped inside your tight entrance. Initially, the stinging, burning sensation of your inner walls being stretched made you groan; immediatly hiding your face in the crook of Lucerys’ neck, and digging your nails deep into his skin. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, staying still at the sight of your reaction, looking down at you with concern.

“A-Are you alright, love?” Lucerys knew ladies took their time until they adjusted themselves during intercourse. And for you, Luke was willing to be as patient and loving as he could possibly be. With a hitched breathing, clinging yourself to him as he peppered the top of your head with kisses, you nodded weakly. You awaited until you adjusted to his size, feeling your slick increase as it leisurely turned into a pleasant sensation.

“Y-You can continue, please.” you mumbled in a whisper, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder blade. A smile grew on him as one of his hands caressed the back of your head, playing with the strands of your silky hair lovingly — as if Lucerys admired every bit that composed the entirety of yourself. And with a gentle movement, holding firmly your waist with one of his hands, he kept pushing further inside slowly. A high-pitched groan escaped from you, moving down on his cock.

Your soft moans and pants became louder, the more used you became to the feeling. Despite your sweet sounds encouraging him to go further, his movements remained gentle and slow, yet deep. “G-Gods,” he breathed out, as you moved your face, encountering his own, to press a quick sloppy kiss. “Y-You feel so tight, and you take me s-so well, issa jorraelagon—” continous growls escaped deeply from his throat as your pussy tightened around his erection with each penetration. “I-Is it okay if I move faster? I-I promise I will still be gentle,” he inquired in a low tone, moving his green eyes to stare at you, awaiting to know if you felt comfortable and ready enough. You nodded vehemently in approval, nibbling down your lower lip to hold back your pleasured grunts.

Desperately, beginning to progressively move faster — much to your delight, heard in your high-pitched whines —, his lips found their way to your sensitive neck, making you throw your head back to give him more carnal access. “S-Seven Hells, your skin f-feels like I’m kissing soft silk, you’re beautiful.” he praised, using softly his tongue to pass it across the soft spots in your neck, occasionally nibbling on them while he pressed you all the way down against his throbbing cock.

“A-And you taste so sweet. F-Fuck, I adore you.” a soft fleshy sound accompanied the simultaneous pants spurring from your mouths, which then became slightly loud moans despite the urge of holding them back. His hips moved upwards, making his thrusts against your wet cunt become more intense, hitting deeply against your sweet spot. With each pound against that one spot, his name escaped relentlessly from your mouth. “L-Lucerys,” you growled, as his lips continued focusing on your neck, throat, and moving to your collarbone; in each kiss, a cry of pleasure spurred helplessly from him.

“I-I love you. I love you more than y-you could possibly imagine... More than anyone else.” he murmured into your neck, sucking and nipping at the tender skin there with the gentlest touch he could muster. With each word that passed between his lips, a moan left you with each breath, his hips moving even harder as he let himself get lost in your intimate encounter.

This wasn’t like having intimacy with his previous, now deceased wife — that was done for mere duties and responsabilities; to bring heirs to Driftmark, the ones that would sit in the Driftwood throne. This, was an intimate act strictly out of love. It was a moment Luke always longed to have with you, the person whom he truly desired unconditionally, and the one whom he was willing to give his entire heart and soul, and all of the love that he had. “Skorkydoso kostagon ao sagon sīr vok, se gevie? A-Ay jorrāelan–” (how can you be so perfect, and beautiful? I love you.) You owned his heart, and you most certainly belonged with him.

As his pace quickened, you were able to grab onto his shoulders to support yourself without letting go of him, feeling his muscles tense underneath your fingertips as he continued to move into you. He was going fast enough for both of your bodies to come undone with a mix of ecstasy, but at the same time, pure love that was expressed in his gentle — yet intense — thrusts, kisses, and words of praising. Your slick was coated well enough all across his throbbing member, making it easier for him to slip in and out of you with fervid intensity.

A knot formed inside your stomachs the deeper and faster his thrusts were against your moistened cunt, hitting against your overstimulated folds. Your violently legs shook as they were firmly wrapped around his body, while he continued to hit your sweet spot that made you absolutely weak, clinging to him needily the closer you felt to coming. Both your arms were around his neck, slightly digging your nails deep into the skin of his back.

The panting that escaped from both of your lips intensified, becoming loud growls and moans as the knot inside your stomachs tightened, feeling as if it was about to loosen at any moment. His cock became harder inside of you, pulsating; as you couls feel your own slick coming down faster. Eagerly, while one of his hands remained gripping your hip to help you with your own movements, his other hand went to the back of your head, intertwining his fingers in between strands of your hair, pulling you closer to him.

“Avy jorrāelan,” (I love you) Lucerys whispered against your lips, grasping them against his own. “Nyke kostagon mērī jorrāelagon ao.” (I can only love you), he continued, as his lips needily locked with your own, tilting his head slightly as to deepen the kiss, feeling your intensifying hot pants continously hit against your skins. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your core tightening as your stomach twisted in an increasingly uncomfortable way.

A loud groan escaped deep from your throat against his lips as you felt your walls tighten around his pulsating cock, milking him, and your own cum violently coming down as a flush of wetness. His hands firmly gripped both your hips, pressing you all the way down his shaft. A loud groan pleasantly escaped from him, feeling his cum shot several spurs inside of you, provoking in you to feel warmth in your stomach.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, parting is lips aqay from you briefly, resting his forehead lazily against you. A grin curved on the corner of his lips, chuckling breathlessly to himself as both of you tried to calm down from your simultaneous orgasm and release. His fingertips caressed your hips with a shaky movement from the arousal, remaining buried deep inside of you.

Copying his previous actions, you released a panting giggle. “I-I quite liked that, Luke.” you whispered, rubbing the tip of your nose against his own lovingly. Humming contentedly, Lucerys returned the affection. “You have no idea how much I missed you, my Lord Velaryon. And how many times I imagined for this to happen.” a faint rosy pins hue formed on his cheeks, as his chest rose and fell slowly, trying to catch his breathing.

Without thinking it, both his hands cupped your cheeks, and his lips began exploring your face by littering you with delicate kisses — tresting you as if you were made of glass. “My sweet princess,” Lucerys whispered, not fighting back a smile. His index finger fell to your arm, moving it downward to explore your skin, feeling it delicately on his digit, until it reached your hand. “I could say the exact same to you, and many other things. You are so perfect, physically and personally, I would despise it if any other Lord had your attention.”

Immediatly your arms were wrapped against his neck again, giggling as you placed your lips on the tip of his nose. Gods, his heart was melting at how much pure love and desire he felt for you. It could combust from being overwhelmed at his own affection. His green eyes fluttered shut, allowing to be pampered in those little kisses coming from your pretty lips, leaving their warmth on his flesh.

Lucerys let his head tiredly rest on the crook of your neck, inhaling discreetly as to feel your endearing honey scent intoxicate him. How could he have not missed you? And now that you were there with him, having had sexual relationships and shared kisses and feelings, you weren’t going to so easily escape from him now. Merely remembering how you distanced yourself after his betrothal felt like a burning, stinging pain on his heart.

His arms were protectively wrapped around your waist, growling in delight quietly. Lazily, Luke placed a kiss on your shoulder blade, opening his eyes to look up at you staring at him adoringly.

“Nyke jāhor daor ivestragī ao jikagon, issa prūmia. Ao jāhor daor dakogon qrīdrughagon hen issa dombo.”

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Pairing: Actor!Sungchan x Actress!Reader (she/her, femme presenting)

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references (18+), proceed with caution.

WC: approx. 1K

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Your polite smile was stable as you sat at the interview seat, watching the same clip. This was the third interview this week that had brought the clip for you to force a reaction to, and god it was getting difficult to feign ignorance.

“Look at how gently he caresses her hair there folks!” The interviewer gushed. You jokingly rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

The clip was a behind the scenes feature of your latest film. Your co-star, Sungchan, had noticed a small piece of confetti from your scene got stuck to your hair. He carefully picked it out, and as he did so, you were talking and laughing together. It was completely natural, but the action was clipped out and plastered everywhere online.

Yes, he may have fucked you stupid in your dressing room afterwards, but that was besides the point.

“No, no!” You giggled to the interviewer, trying to stay focused on squashing the rumors. “I am extremely professional- plus, I wouldn’t want to date another actor. We are just friends- he was taking out the confetti from my hair.”

“Well, he’s also a singer…” the interviewer noted, earning oooohhh’s from the audience.

“That doesn’t cancel out the acting, sorry!” You raised your hand in defeat, that fake smile still scrawled across your face. “I will say, he did a great job on set. All of the crew loved working with him, and I can’t wait for you all to check out the movie!”

After the interview, your manager and you quickly maneuvered to your last task of the day- a promotional photoshoot with Sungchan.

“How did the interview go?” He asked. You two stood on set in front of an ornately decorated table in costumes complimentary to your movie characters. The lighting was being adjusted, so that gave you two time to speak casually.

“Terrible. Everyone keeps gushing over that stupid clip.”

“Hm, good thing the cameras weren’t allowed in the dressing rooms,” he whispered in your ear. You frowned, holding back a glare.

“You are so conceited.”

“Did I mention how wonderful you look today?” He turned his head fully towards you, his stupid, infectious smile on full display. You looked ahead, hoping most people on set weren’t picking up on your conversation.

“This is why people are suspicious,” you sighed. Your celebrity image was usually that of a sweet, but very serious professional. You hated having to do interviews as it was, but the studio for this recent film was threatening to blacklist you if you didn’t.

The clip to you wasn’t anything spectacular, either. Sungchan had snuck over to your place later that night, and you were snuggled under your sheets together as you, for the fourth time, rewatched it.

“You look so pretty,” he commented, zooming in on your wide eyes that were staring up at him.

“Hm, you’re looking at me in that way an old man looks at his wife,” you teased, in turning zooming in on the soft gaze he had set on you. He was beautiful, this there was no doubt. His eyes were soft and wide, and so easily conveyed his emotions.

“I’ll make you my wife, one day,” he muttered, his voice buried in your neck as if he was embarrassed.

“Yknow, with both of us being famous, our marriage would only last a month.”

“Then that’ll be the best month of my life,” he kissed your cheek, his hand gently motioning your chin to meet his eyes. You were avoiding these eyes- you felt like jello when you were pinned under them. He was needy though, and you gave into his wish to meet his eyes. To the public, you were stern and focused. Sungchan though, you were anything but. You could feign ignorance to any number of talk show hosts, but it was getting beyond difficult pretending that you didn’t have intense feelings for Sungchan.

“Your fans would kill me.”

“I wouldn’t let them,” Sungchan defended. Unlike a lot of young statelets, he had a solid head on his shoulders. It was one of the many things you liked about him. He was clear to set boundaries whenever possible with his fans and with the media, but he still held a lovable and warm persona. You could believe that he would do his best.

Your manager, though, wasn’t so impressed.

“You’ll be over him once you stop promoting the film together,” she rolled her eyes, typing away on her phones.

You crossed your arms, staring out of the window of the airplane. You were taking a flight from New York to Toronto after shooting a cameo in a TV show, and were hoping to see Sungchan before he had to fly back to Los Angeles for a recording session.

Your manager was wrong, of course.

Even after you both moved on to new projects, it was almost gross how often you would try to communicate and be with each other. It was a wonder still that no one had caught any photos of you two out together. Sungchan was getting more bold by sometimes not wearing sunglasses or a hat when out with you. He wanted to show you off, he’d say. And so, years after you both privately committed to the other, you finally walked the red carpet as an official couple.

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༊*·˚ sleepover | reggie peters (jatp)

★ summary → reggie had a bad day at home and you comfort him with his favourite movie. 

★ warnings → FLUFF for reggie but little sad bc of his situation 🫶 reggie deserve the world & some mentions of toxic household/fighting. 

★ hana’s notes → this is just a repost from my wp account :) i hope yall like this mwah mwah <3

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Take On Me by A-Ha was playing on the radio as you bopped your head back and forth, mumbling the lyrics under your breath. A magazine in your hand, and a pen in the other. You were drawing moustaches at the people that were featured on the papers.

The calm atmosphere was disturbed by a sudden knock on your door. "Who is it?" you answered not moving from your spot on your bed. 

The door creaked open but you were still concentrating on the magazine you didn't turn to look at the door. 

Suddenly, the bed dipped down as a body cuddled up with yours. The frame you knew very well enveloped you as his scent hit your nose, the few dark hairs peeking your vision. 

Your hear fluttered at the sight but it immediately fell when you were met with your boyfriend's sad eyes. 

"Aw bub what's wrong?" you cooed, letting your hand travel up to his hair as you softly ran your fingers through it.

He instantly dug his head on your chest, his hands squeezed your waist as you massage his scalp. 

Another few moments of silence, you softly asked, "Parents?" a frown made its way to your lips.

He softly nodded and got off your chest, turning to his side so that he could pull you in closer. 

"You smell really good." he muttered as you let your legs tangle together and nuzzled his face into your neck.

You let out a small chuckle and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You okay?" 

"Better now." he replied, his face peeking out and stared at you lovingly. 

A grin made its way onto your lips and gave him a little peck. He hummed flipping you so you're on top of him. 

You giggled when he ran his hand on your sides. "How about we have a sleepover?" you asked as you pulled away from the kiss.

"Really?" he beamed. He loves spending time with you, you are sometimes the only person that can make his bad day into a great one. 

"Yeah of course! We can have pizza, and watch Star Wars, we can cuddle, some popcorn also sounds nice.” you started to ramble your plan, not realising that he was staring at you not saying a thing. "Whats with the look?” you laughed.

"Have I mentioned that I am so deeply in love with you?" he said as he sits up, you now on his lap. 

Your heart melts at his words as you kiss him again, "I’m deeply in love with you too." you pecked his lips one last time before getting up. 

"Now sleepover time!" 

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Popcorns were popping, pillows were fluffed, pizza has arrived, and last but not least, the movie has been picked.

This was your normal saturday sleepover, Reggie usually sleeps over at your house because sometimes the sound of his parents fighting was too much and you were more than happy to give your boyfriend comfort. Your parents adores Reggie, and didn't mind him sleeping over, they too know about his parent's banter. 

Ding!

The sound of the microwave brought you back from your daze as you took it out and went to your bedroom. You opened your bedroom door and saw Reggie engulfed in layers and layers of blankets with Star Wars : Return Of The Jedi playing.

"You look comfy," you laughed, making your way to the bed. 

"Babe! Babe! Hurry!" he exclaimed, excitedly.

Seeing him so happy has made you wonder why out of all the people, Reggie has to deal with shit. He's the kindest, sweetest and most caring person you have ever met. He deserves all the happiness the world can give him. 

Reggie must've felt a gaze on him because he turned his head around and saw your focus was all on him and not the movie. "What you looking at?" he cheekily asked. 

You didn't even bother being caught staring as you quickly answered "You.”

"May I ask why?" 

"Just thinking about how strong you are and that I am the luckiest person in the universe to even meet you." you shamelessly spewed out, heart beating out of your chest.

Reggie's heart skipped a beat, no one has ever thought that highly of him and to think you out of all people are feeling lucky to have met him, hell, he's so grateful he met you. 

"I love you" he beamed, kissing you. 

"And I love you... and our sleepovers." you chuckled feeling so utterly happy at the moment. 

And that's enough. 

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[jeanbie]

WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #2 ★ masterlist.

pairing: zeke x reader

genre: porn star au | warnings: sexual content, fem!reader | wc: 806

⏤ Imagine the first time they say I love you. Imagine it spoken at night, roughly, in the middle of an intense romantic encounter.

It’s different this time around.

It’s just two lovers on a scratchy, whitewashed blue bed-sheet, with the silence as their soundtrack.

The room is oddly cool, almost as if completely submerged under midnight waters, a draught carrying with a swooping gesture across the bareness of the bedroom. Well, it could be described as a bedroom; instead, perhaps just a room accompanied by a bed and a large lion-footed chester drawers with one or two shirts hanging from over the edges. A messy, rather sloppy sight that was overshone by the heat and the friction of the two bodies atop the double bed, the world theirs to take. A dappled light shone through the half-open curtains by a bay window, the blinds slanted with tasteless effort to close them moments earlier. It doesn’t feel like how it felt before; a blinding light cast down onto a pretty bed with unflattering drapes, the offbeat pop song that choreographed each movement of your partner. No sketchy, planned, rehearsed scene could even dare to live up to the feelings shared this night between two lovers.

His lips began to smother from the underside of your jaw down the smooth expanse of your neck, kissing tenderly at the highlights. Both lovers already bare, shivers coursing through their veins at every small collision their bodies made; his hands smooth across your thighs, his palms merely spreading them apart to accommodate himself between. Your neck, now but a canvas of bruising eggplant shades and red welts upon your collarbones arches back, and you sigh out in delight at the way Zeke explores your body like it is a treasure map- let him be the pirate.

At the absence of his clothes, Zeke pushed himself deeper inside of you, the safe grip on your legs hoisted up to fit around his waist being nothing but strong gestures of encouragement; a gentle squeeze told him not to worry but to instead, keep going, and so he did. 

His teeth move to graze at the juncture of your neck, whispering moans painted across your skin as his body moves like a wave in, out, in, out; a rhythm only you two can keep up with. He tries- you can see- to be gentle, the way a lover should be, but at the sight of seeing your mouth hanging agape, a pornographic groan erupting from the back of your throat, pride swallows him whole and naturally, he grows cockier and cockier by the second. Catching his lips with your teeth when he figures it’s ‘time’ to press kisses to your mouth, he growls– words caught dead on his tongue.

“Yes, baby, like that,” he praises, encourages, “just like that.”

His hands, shakily, move to hold the calf of your leg, adjusting himself so his final movements can be perfect. As the moon shifts at a different angle, and the light changes, you can see his hips falter and slow, shifting to a grinding pace and his hands move in a stuttery movement, callous palms rubbing across your skin.

“M’gonna cum,” he whispers. “Babe-”

“Let go,” is what you reply, lips ghosting over his own. “Let go, baby, let go, fill me–”

Who is he to deny?

The feeling of your stomach sporadically churning and tensing up, a line of sweat builds on your hairline as he keeps up his pace. Soon, he thinks, soon.

“I love you,” Zeke almost whines, “God, I love you so, so much.”

A groan elicits from your lips- “I love you, too- oh, my god, I love you–”

“CUT!”

The lights switch on, blinding you and almost instantly, Zeke falters to turn his head over his shoulder, staring at the crew with raised cameras and artificial lights, clipboards in hands, the small light flickering red.

“…thinking we take it from the third angle, again,” the director suggests. “Cut the love-ending, too, you’ve gotta keep your audience interested. Nobody wants to see a couple actually in love.”

Zeke nods, “sure thing.”

The crew begin to manoeuvre their gear around the set, chattering amongst themselves as you drop to a thud onto the sheets, disappointment evident on your features. At the sound of your breath slipping from your lips, Zeke looks over and gently- almost playfully- shakes your leg.

“Cheer up, babe,” he murmurs. In contrast to the porno, hearing him say babe just makes you feel more disappointed. “You did well.”

He leaves a fleeting kiss on your leg before letting it drop to the sheet where your body lies, and lifting himself up from the mattress. As the bed rises due to his weight moving, your chest sinks with even more disappointment. 

But you are the only one to blame- what a silly thing to do, falling for a guy you can never really have?

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[sinfulsalutations]

Congratulations on 500 followers, Nour!!! That's such a great achievement 🥰

May I request Fives x Fem!Reader with Prompt #2: "I can't believe you're mine" for your 500 Follower Celebration Event?

Please and thank you! I can't wait to see what you come up with 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ!! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰɪᴠᴇꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ Qᴜᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛ 🥵

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ “ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ”

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ꜰɪᴠᴇꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴍɪɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴏᴜᴛ, ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 539

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

Your squeal of surprise is placid compared to the sounds of bustling city life in the lower levels of Coruscant, especially in a dark alley like this. Fives’ palm finds a place on the back of your head, holding it gently so you don’t have to rest it on the hard wall, before trailing his mouth over yours. 

You allow your eyes to close, let him take the lead and relax because you don’t have to be wary in your boyfriend’s presence. You know you’re safe in his arms.

He leaves a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss on your lips, lazily tilting his head to the side and kissing your jaw, hot breath sending a pleasant shiver through you. There’s a tinge of cheap liquor on his tongue from 79’s, the same taste that’s been plaguing your mouth for the whole night, but it somehow smells much more pleasant when it’s from him.

Your noses bump together as he moves his mouth to the other side, but it barely falters either of you. Clumsiness is merely a simple facet of intimacy and love with Fives, no longer just a bother; you adore him and his unique doting.

“Wish we weren’t so drunk right now,” Fives slurs, a dopey smile on his face as he looks into your eyes. 

“Yeah?” You mutter a small affirmation. His voice sounds almost whiny when he responds with the quietest repeat of your words.

“Fuck, yeah,” He speaks into your mouth, planting a sloppy kiss over it before trailing back down to your cheek, your jaw, your neck. “`Cause I really, really want to fuck you.”

You giggle and bring your hands up to cup his face; even under great overstimulation, feeling his flushed cheeks under your skin is a sedative that works every time. The sound of his laughter fills your eyes again when you pull him down, kissing him silly with a childish form of love in your chest; warmth spreads in your body, and you rub your thighs together to relieve the tension as best as possible.

“Me too,” You say, gently and tenderly, as you run your thumb over his bottom lip. The feeling of his goatee in your palms helps you guide your blurry vision to kiss him again, then again, and another time before your smile overtakes you and you pull back. Fives raises an eyebrow.

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” Your words have the overtone of drunk confessions and fraudulent, not true to how you feel when you’re sober and conscious, but Fives knows that you’re being truthful and it melts his heart even more. 

Shifting weight from one foot to another, Fives wraps an arm around your waist and licks the shell of your ear, slow and purposeful, like he’s trying to make a point without speaking.

“That’s usually my line,” He whispers to you, finally moving a hand away from the back of your head. Trailing down your arm, you slowly interlock fingers, and before he’s able to do anything, you reach up and plant a firm kiss on his palm. Not once do your eyes break away from each otherd.

“Oh, I know,” You snark with affection. “I just wanted to say it for once.”

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[ashzenxx]

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★ A-zen / Ash / Ashzen.

★ She/they.

★ 18+ content, minors DNI. (TW provided for works)

★ Posting on AO3, link provided below.

★ Writing for DCA (FNAF : SB) and SAMS.

★ Open to Asks, fan arts. I appreciate interactions.

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Master list :-

I. Tell me you want me (hiatus)

DCA! Eclipse, Sun and Moon × reader

“Looking at you pains me a little. Our bond, it's like Yin and Yang.”

“It scares me when I find myself wishing I could breathe in flesh and blood instead of motors and wires.”

“Nothing is perfect, but this right here, is my reason to come back home.”

Their hands are soiled in blood and lubricant. Their cores carry the darkness required to run the underworld society through clandestine intelligence operations. They are sentient yet ruthless. Sapient yet brutal. They promised themselves they won't bow for anyone, anymore. But for you, they would kneel. You may run but their three pairs of oculars would follow you to the gates of Hell. After all, they know they would end up there. They're aristocrats of evil.

“Tell me you want me, bambolina. Please.”

Updates - ongoing (5/?)

Chapter 1 - Synopsis : Raconteur ✓

Chapter 2 - Prologue : I-chigo I-chie ✓

Chapter 3 - Epilogue : Opia ✓

Chapter 4 - One : Adronitis ✓

Chapter 5 - Two : Esperance ✓

Chapter 6 - Three :

CURRENT NUMBER OF WORDS - 14,390

ART - Front cover art for my au, Eclipse's tattoo, Sunny boi

II. Forget-me-nots, moonlight

DCA! Moon × reader

Moon remembers everything, he does not forget.

Being brought to consciousness. Being with Sun and taking care of children. Judgements towards him. His first friend besides Sun who called him his ‘son’. Used to, at least.

Moon remembers the blood that coats his hands.

The feeling of grinding gears inside his head.

Sun's pleading. The screams of children and adults.

Thoughts of wanting to die and protect Sun.

Being saved and given a second chance at ‘living’.

Moon may not have a choice in remembering all the pain he was forced to endure.

But remembering you? It will always be his choice.

He will remember you till the stars die and colours turn grey over time.

And maybe, in another lifetime he will find you again. The two of you would live through it all again. Raise a kid together who would run around the house calling out your names. Where he would be able to grow old together, with the only person he's loved this way. Where he would get to say he loved you just as much, if not more than the way you loved him. Where he can sit at the rooftop and gaze at you like you hung all the stars in the sky for his sake.

“Then remember me, moonlight.”

Till the end of his time.

CURRENT NUMBER OF WORDS - 13,204

Updates :- (ongoing 2/4)

Chapter 1 : Dulce bellum inexpertis ✓

Chapter 2 : Post nubila phoebus ✓

Chapter 3 :

Chapter 4 : Ad astra per aspera

III. Even death grovels at the feet of their heart (oneshot)

SAMS! BloodMoon × reader

The Sun was nowhere to be seen. As if, too afraid to watch the carnage about to happen through the hands of the bloodthirsty automaton lurking behind the tall trees. Waiting.

Waiting. Waiting for you to realise what you were doing wrong. Waiting for you to turn back and leave with your usual polite nods. Waiting for you to walk away from that unlucky murderer who had the audacity to lay their filthy eyes on you.

Unfortunately, you don't leave either. And they have to let you see how naive you are with your kindness and empathy. They decide to give you that ugly reality check and they do something that they regret.

You scoff and glare up at your partner with annoyance.

"Bloodmoon, it's not a big deal, really."

They don't deserve you, they know. But they are selfish because they know they want you. They're pathetic and worthless. So they grovel at your feet. Because you're their heart.

They would never let you go.

IV. Kiss me under the Somei Yoshino (oneshot)

SAMS! BloodMoon × reader

“We don't trust ourselves like that, chère ichor. Are the flowers we bring everytime we come back not enough to satiate your desire? Are our efforts not enough to—”

“Blood moon.”

They stop. Somehow, your gentle reminder never fails to stop them from spiralling into that darkness they carry within. The darkness they've vowed to protect you from.

“I want to sit under the cherry blossoms with you. And even if you're stressed and unlikely to think of this as a good idea, I still trust you both, nonetheless.”

They tilt their head down to peer at you prudently like the sunflower drinking in all of the sun's warmth it can get before dusk. They would run to the end of the world for you, if your eyes gazed at them delicately.

“We will go, chère ichor. With you, we will.”

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Currently working on :-

1. Tell me you want me (hiatus, revising it)

2. Forget-me-nots, moonlight. (Oneshot - four chapters)

3. Soulmates red string bearer au.

4. Royalty DCA + SAMS and mana affined reader. (oneshot)

5. Horror mer - Siren!Sun × reader (one shot) (could be mature/suggestive themes)

6. Trying my hands on fnaf art, mostly the DCA.

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#eclipse x reader #eclipse fnaf #dca au #daycare attendant #sundrop moondrop #fnaf au #sams lunar #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf sb #glamrock freddy #glamrock roxanne #fnaf chica #glamrock chica #glamrock monty #moondrop #fnaf sun #sun and moon show #security breach daycare attendant #daycare attendant x reader #moon fnaf #eclipse #the daycare fandom #the daycare attendant #security breach #sun × reader #moon × reader #five nights at freddy's #tell me you want me au #glamrock bonnie #bloodmoon × reader

[ghostiiess]

[NSB IMAGINES] - home alone?

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pov: he just came back from tour and really missed you..

warning: spicy imagines (minors dni!), swears here and there, mention of pet names, mention of sex, mention of moans and pleasure. intimacy, making out. first time making love (reader being a virgin), dirty talk and dirty scenes. kisses, taking off clothes and caressing the others person. in this imagine, i used the words ‘erection’ and ‘bra’. i also used the word ‘dick’ (it is used for the funny part of the imagine). let me know if there’s more!

type: spicy (not smut)

words count: around 3.3K

member: oliver moy

*please, if you are a minor, DO NOT read this. Even thought, i did not wrote all the smutty scene, this post still contains spicy content that include 18+ content. i have so many others works on my masterlist about nsb if you want to read about them. thank you for understanding!*

It was finally the day. You were waiting for him at the airport, playing with your hands due to your stress and excitement. He was finally going to return from his musical tour with which he had spent the last four months being transported, with his best friends, on a bus with the word ‘NSB’ on it.

You were going to see him again and finally be able to hug him and caress his sweet brown hair that you had missed as much as you had missed his sweet voice that reassured you during the hard days and hard nights. You were going to see Oliver Moy again, the boy with whom you had been sharing a romantic relationship for a few months already, let’s say almost a year. You were going to be able to hold him in his arms and tell him how much you had missed him and how much you had missed his sweet tired kisses during the night, his hands looking for yours during walks outside, and his sweet compliments as much during the day while everyone was watching you, and during the night when you were alone in bed, ready to fall asleep next to each other.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t see the seven boys who were stopped in front of you hoping to see a reaction from you, which didn’t seem to happen so soon. You quickly returned to reality when you heard a familiar laugh from the mouth of a boy with whom you had spent four months without seeing him in real life. You raised your head slightly and saw the same boys you had seen before smiling and laughing slightly.

(Rest of the imagine, under the cut!)

Your mouth formed into a smile, covering your mouth with one of your hands, approaching the group as your boyfriend was doing, the smile always stuck on his so angelic face. He was not on a video call, this time. He was indeed there.

-Hi, he softly said with his smile still on his face

You couldn’t help smiling.

-Hi, you replied

He passed his left hand through your hair and smiled, letting his brown eyes shine and get mixed with blur due to the tears that gradually accumulated in his eyes.

-Is this real? You asked, laughing slightly

He nodded and smiled as if you were the only one who existed in the world, as if you were the most fragile person at the moment. He looked at you with the same loving look he gave you when he left four months ago already.

-I think it is.

His fingers caressed your cheeks.

-You’re so beautiful, god. I missed your hair, your smile, your cute and adorable laugh.. I missed you so much, my love.

He smirked:

-But you’re still the same heigh when we left each other four months ago. You didn’t grow up!

You rolled your eyes.

-C’mon, I was just kidding. I love your height, I think it’s super cute! he replied, laughing slightly

You missed his sweet and soft laugh.

-I missed you. A lot, even. I love singing, meeting the stars, being on tour, but I also love being close to you and being sure that you take good care of yourself. I’m happy to be home, now.

He kissed you on your cheek and smiled, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

-Did you drink water today? You took good care of yourself while I was gone, right? Did you eat well?

-Yes, don’t worry! I’m all good!

-I’m glad! Proud of you, babe! He kissed your head while smiling

You smiled back and gave him a hug. Your arms rolled perfectly around his neck, while his hands rolled, like gloves, around your waist. His perfume went to your nostrils, which made you smile even more. You had missed his perfume terribly. You missed him more than you thought. With your eyes closed, you put your fingers in his hair, seeing that he had them cut recently. He showed it to you on FaceTime last time, but seeing it in real life made the haircut even prettier than it already was.

You detached yourself from the hug, while his thumbs gently caressed your face.

-The haircut is so much sexier in real life, wow… In fact, you look way more sexier.

He laughed:

-Are you saying I wasn’t sexy before this haircut?

You laughed, by pretending to think:

-I mean…

Your boyfriend laughed and played with your hair:

-I thought you liked my long hair! You always told me that you loved them and that it made me super cute, but what I understand now is that you lied to me!

You smirked:

-I wanted cuddles, okay?

A sigh came out of Kane’s mouth, breaking your teasing moments you had with Moy.

-I don’t want to disturb you guys, but we are expected to leave the airport, so stop cuddling and let’s go!

-Okay, fine! he kissed you gently on your nose. We’re coming! exclaimed Oliver, nodding his head and taking your hand in his

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-The house’s big af, wtf! Regie exclaimed when he saw the different rooms and space they would be able to have to film all their videos and content

Sebastian smiled and nodded.

-I think it’s one of the biggest we’ve had so far. The house is really nice!

Darren smirked:

-You know what’s bigger? My di-

-Not your dick, that’s for sure! Interrupted Sebastian while rolling his eyes

-Bet it is, wanna me to prove it to you? Darren smirked even more

-I’m good, bro.

You blew with laughter. Darren hadn’t changed since the last time you saw him.

You saw Oliver and his best friend Ryan go down the stairs with Ty, the manager, then saw him smile with full teeth as he brought the other members together in the living room.

- Alright, boys! Me, Ryan and Ty chose the rooms. We have taken your requests into consideration and I think you should all be happy.

Ryan raised his hand, then his index finger and looked at the other members.

-I’ll tell you right away, boys! I took the smallest room so I could have the lil’ gaming space close to the wifi box. That way, I will be able to play video games and streams. I took the smallest room to have this space, so no one comes to disturb me when I’m using it! he looked at the floor and smile. Except for Seb and Y/N, of course.

-It’s giving Sebryan, I like it! Seb smirked

Ryan smiled a little, while Phan frowned.

-Even me?! Ryan, we’re gamer buddies! Justin replied. Why can’t I be allowed?

Ryan shrugged his shoulders:

-I ain’t changing the rules for you, bro.

-Damn bro, are you that scared to show me your low score on Valorant? Justin replied while laughing. Are you scared to finally accept that I’m better than you on that game?

Ryan sighed:

-Fine! Justin, you can have it access too. But that’s just because I want to prove it to you that you’re not any better than you think. I’m the best at that game and you and I both know it.

Justin smiled and laughed:

-Alright, alright, we’ll see about that!

Darren frowned too.

-Why would Seb have access? And Justin, too?! I can understand for Y/N because she’s Oli’s girlfriend and you consider her your little sister, but Seb?! Boy, he’s the most dangerous guy I know when he’s in his playful mood! Darren complained. I want to game with you too, Peanut! If JP can, I can!

Nguyen shook his head. Kane sighed.

-Could we share? I wanted to have it to listen to my animes!

-Alright, boys! Ryan exclaimed. I won’t change my rules, sorry. You’ll be able to use it when I won’t be on it, but otherwise than that, I won’t change my rules.

-Can I come if I want to listen to anime? asked Seb laughing

Ryan gave him a side eye and shook his head:

-Like you’re going to watch any of those! Nah bruh, don’t push your luck too far!

While the others were talking, Oliver approached you and kissed you on the cheek, while taking a seat next to you on the couch.

-Obviously, I took the biggest room for both of us..

You smiled and went to answer when someone interrupted him:

-Hey!! I thought it was going to be me who was going to have it! Sebastian exclaimed

Regie, scrolling on his phone, answered:

-First, you weren’t there during the decisions. And second, you already have the gaming corner with Ryan, so shut your fucking mouth up, bruh.

-Woah someone’s jealous! whispered Seb laughing. But to be back on the main topic, I was there during the decision! I just had to be away to go to the bathroom. I was only gone for like, what? Ten minutes?

Darren laughed and touched Seb’s hair:

-He was doing dirty things with me, that’s why!

Sebastian rolled his eyes:

-First, eww and second, stop touching my hair, I just finished doing them!

-He’s in his denial era, Liang laughed softly

Ty approached the group, then smiled:

-Alright boys! I finished preparing everything! Before I ask you the question-

Your boyfriend’s little brother interrupted:

-I’M NOT GOING GROCERY SHOPPING! IT’S ALWAYS ME ANYWAY!

Ty rolled his eyes:

-Do you want to clean up here, then?

-Hahaha there’s no way, I’ll clean this house all alone.

Ty smiled slightly:

-That’s what I thought.. So, like I was saying, while we’ll go to buy the necessary effects, food and all the lack of necessary equipment, Oliver will take the time to show Y/N the rooms of the house and the different places, so that she feels welcome.

-Why can’t Oliver come with us and do it another time? He’s to best to find coupon codes.

Oliver sighed, then placed an arm around your neck:

-I have someone to take care of here. And especially since I would like to spend time with her. I didn’t see her for like four months straight!

-Oliver’s going to be dirty! Darren exclaimed while smirking

The brunette shook his head:

-Stop, I have other things to show her, man!

-Yeah, like the size of your dick-laughed Regie looking at his best friends

Ty scraped his throat:

-Can I continue?

The boys nodded their heads.

-Since Y/N will stay with us for a week or two, I want her to be comfortable and to know the places of the house as much as we do. Oli, I expect you to make it comfortable and good here. I also want you to help her unpack his bags if necessary, okay?

-Alright.

Tyler smiled.

-In the mean time, I will go buy food with you and we will take the opportunity to discover the places, in order to know the city a little more and adapt better to it. And yes Seb, before you ask, we’ll take Boba on our ways.

Sebastian smiled:

-Man, he knows me so well!

***

-And the last room, our room! Oliver exclaimed as he opened the door

The room was beautiful, tidy and quite luxurious and large. It had a bathroom, a large double bed, a huge wardrobe and a large desk that was the length of a complete wall with the roller chair that was pushed by your boyfriend’s hand.

-We have a big desk if you want to study, we have the bathroom that coexists with the room and we also have the wardrobe if you want to put on your clothes. Like other bedrooms in this house, there are shelves, bedside tables, clothes dressers and storage spaces.

You smiled.

-It’s really minimalist.

-Yeah? I find it pretty cool. Certainly, it’s not your new home, but you can come as many times as you want and wish. The door’s always open for you.

He threw himself on the bed and smiled, closing his eyes.

-It is so comfortable, oh my god!

You nodded, not sure what to answer.

-You should come and test, baby! I think we will sleep well in this one.

You walked towards the direction of the bed and crashed into it. He is right. It was comfortable.

Oliver turned to face you and smiled.

-It will be like the first times we sleep together, haha.

You nodded, smiling, listening to the silence of the new house, then saw your boyfriend’s eyes go on your lips, then make a comeback in your eyes.

-Can I?

-Yes.

He came slightly closer to you, then gently put his lips on yours, removing them as quickly as he had put them.

-I missed your lips.

You smiled, then put your lips on yours.

- Same.

-Can we do another time? Smiled your boyfriend

You put your lips on his. The kiss continued and stopped more and more, leaving time to breathe and admire the presence of the other. A feeling of pleasure surrendered to you, then you broke the silence:

-Don’t feel obliged, but.. would you like to do it..? If you are comfortable, obviously, I.. I don’t want you to do it if you don’t want to.

He nodded, before you continued:

-I know this would be my first time, but I would really like to lose it with you.

Oliver looked you in the eyes and put his left hand to caress your face with his thumbs, not being able to stop smiling.

-Do you want to do it because it tempts you and because you feel ready or because you know I want to do it and you don’t want to upset me?

-I want to do it because I feel ready and because I want to do it.

Oliver let go of a little smile.

-Alright, pretty girl..

He nodded his head.

-I will do everything possible to make this experience unforgettable and wonderful, Y/N. Take my word for it.

You nodded your head and saw him settle on you, putting his two hands next to your head on the mattress.

-I’ll start with kisses in the neck, but if you feel nervous or you want me to stop, tell me. No matter what I do or what I want, if you’re not comfortable, you tell me, okay?

-Okay.

His lips rested on your neck, withdrawing and adding to your skin. Little by little, his kisses became deeper and longer. His lips were ingled on your skin as if they had always belonged here. The boy continued, then withdrew and approached you, seeing that you were scraping your throat, in order to bury the sound you were trying to hide.

-Don’t hold back, we are alone here. We’re home alone, remember? Nobody will judge you.

He continued to kiss your neck, touching accidentally your weakness of your neck. It made you whisper his name, something he found magnificent that came out of your mouth. A sound that he only wanted to hear it from you. He continued and smiled, then gradually went down to your shoulders, leaving your neck hungry for his soft lips.

-Do you want me to continue?

You nodded your head.

-Yes, please do.

He continued, then placed his hands on your t-shirt and put your lips on yours and smiled.

-You kiss really well, Y/N. I know it’s not our first kiss, but I missed it.

You smiled and played with his brown hair.

-You do it well too.

-I also do it well in other places than on your mouth, you know? he smirked while giving you a wink

You smirked, while he added:

-I can prove it if you don’t believe me.

Your boyfriend gave you another kiss, but on your cheek this time.

-All I need is your agreement.

You nodded your head.

-I want words, baby.

You swallowed your saliva:

-I agree, please continue. I want this.

He touched your t-shirt and continued to kiss you on your neck, while being careful to not make your weak spot hungry for his affection and love he has for you.

-I know I already say it, but if you don’t want to continue or go further, you can tell me. I wouldn’t be angry. Stop me at all times if it’s too much for you.

-I will stop you if I don’t feel comfortable, I promise you.

He raised his head, then put a kiss on your forehead.

-Thank you for trusting me, Y/N.

Your hand slipped into his hair, letting his hands grab your colourful short sleeve shirt.

-I’ll take it off, okay?

-Yeah, okay.

His fingers grabbed your piece of clothes, leaving you in your bra, making Oliver’s eyes widen. His lips moved on your belly, leaving sweet kisses on it, then went up to the piece of clothing that hid your chest.

-You are so fucking beautiful..

His lips cling to yours, then you touched his sweater and saw him withdraw of you, seeing him take off his sweater and throw it on the floor as he came to do for yours. Your lips reconnected, then his hands adjusted to your waist, letting sounds come out of Oliver’s mouth, who fed your hungry neck with the affection and dose of love you had received.

Pastel color marks that were going to turn into dark color in the coming days appeared. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You felt his pants stick to you and understood all his excitement. His lips went to your belly, letting him kiss and love him. You put his hands in his hair and closed your eyes.

- Does that feel good, baby?

You nodded your head.

-Mmh mmh. So good.

-I’m glad you think so.

Moy smiled in the corner, then touched your pants.

-Can I?

-Yes. Do it.

Your boyfriend gently took off your pants and put them on the floor of the luxurious room.

-You are so beautiful, Y/N. You are so fucking beautiful.

You touched his erection, then his brown belt that adorned the top of his pants. A small sound came out of your boyfriend’s mouth, his head in the hollow of your neck, giving affection to your boyfriend. Your hands removed his pants and belt, which now decorated the parquet floor, letting it now decorated with each other’s clothes, and leaving you both in underwear.

The kisses continued, letting your tongues finally meet. His hands wandered on your body, caressing the other and admiring how beautiful the other person was. His hand was soft and comforting, wanting you no harm and wanting to put you at ease as much as possible.

-Oliver, fuck..

A smirk formed on his face, letting his lips wander on your body, leaving kisses here and there on you bra.

-Can I remove it, baby? Do you feel comfortable?

-Take it off, please.

-Alright, baby.

You felt his fingers undo the piece of clothing and heard the sound of it falling to the ground.

-You are so damn beautiful, Y/N. Wow.. You are so gorgeous.

The evening continued with your kisses and affection that you had so much kept for the other for the last few months, then ended with the two of you looking at you and smiling, taking care of each other, showing your affection that you had for each other, all cleaning yourself and talking about the experience you had.

Hope you guys liked it!! I don’t like the end, i think it’s super bad because i tried to do like an aftercare conclusion, but yeah.. 😊 i didn’t know how to end it, rip

This imagine went really more farther than Ryan’s one haha 🫣 I don’t think i will ever go further than that for the spicy imagines, bc after that, it looks like i cannot write anything good so.. 😃 yeah, i hope this one wasn’t too cringe or weird haha

Taglist! (Open! Send an ask if you want to be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

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#ghostiiess #nsb #northstarboys #north star boys #olivermoy #olimoy #oliver moy x reader #oliver moy x y/n #oliver moy #oli moy #smut nab #nsb smut #minors do not interact #minors dni

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

★Masterlist★

- Albedo

Underneath the Stars- "I heard you talking in your sleep."-\

Brainrot- Fluff

-Scara

im scum, im waste, im what you want- 'I thought I told you not to smile at other men.'

Part 2

Part 3

What am I gonna do- "Why are you asking me such stupid questions?"

Hold me closer and I'll hold back- "Same old heart with the same old tricks, hold me closer and I’ll hold back"

He says everything I need to hear- And its like i couldn't ask for anything better

If im dead to you why are at the wake?- Cursing my name, wishing I'd stayed

-Alhaitham

A soulmate who wasn't meant to be- 'Was our relationship just a joke to you...?'

All the stars aligned- "And what name should I put?"

When I'm not with you think of me always- "Everything is alright just hold on tight, that's because I'm a god old fashioned lover boy"

In front of all your stupid friends- "If you kissed me would it be just like i dreamed?"

Brainrot

When I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave- “Cause I loved you, I swear I love you… Till my dying day…”

-Kaeya

One last time- 'Can you just kiss me? One last time? That's all I ask...'

I'll do anything you ask of me- My fingers pressed until their sore

-Tighnari

Wandering in the woods- "It's alright Collei, they should be okay. You did good."

-Xiao

Falling asleep on him- 'He was rarely shown affection and was very unsure what do to when he received it.'

Drunk under a street light- "But I knew you, dancing in your Levis drunk under a street light"-

You said you love me exactly the way I am- "Guess I must be satisfactory you said you love me exactly the way I am"

Show me how you care- Show me how you smile

Meet me at our spot- Baby, are you coming for the ride?

Childe

In your arms tonight-. 'You hadn't been hugged by anyone like this in years, so of course some tears were shed.'

Hey I miss your stupid face- Get back to my place, I need you. It hurts so much to wait

I never meant to hurt you though- I pushed a lot back but I can't forget it

Neuvillette

But I didn't need to be stronger I needed to be saved- You wanted nothing more than to hold him

And that's why I love fall- I love you y/n don't you forget that

With eyes as dead as mine- "Oh, what a blessing to meet someone like you."

Could you ever imagine where our lives could be- Luckily you saw something in me, something I couldn’t see

Ayato

But now he's playing with your head- "God will you stop being so clingy!"

They never know what you know- "It's not that simple but they won't seem to notice"

All the leaves are brown- And the sky is grey

Kaveh

All this over a kiss- "You're Y/N, my Fiance!"

Clung on tightly, like parentheses- "And every sentence that a spoke began and ended with ellipsis"

I wanna be your favourite boy- "I wanna be the one who makes your day, the one you think about as you lie awake"

Why don't you love me anymore?- But you say I don't know how to love

Lyney

I don't know what to do without you- "Please, I'm still the same lyney you fell in love with"

Please hold me close to you- Baby flatline still time to do it too

And i thought you might be mine- In a small world, on an exceptionally rainy Tuesday night

Feeling sick of myself- Guess I'll try to be someone else (trans masc reader)

The breathing exercises hurt- They don't do fuck all

Wriothesley

Yeah, you made it all alright- Those words were for you and for you alone

Why do I myself dream like this?- "But perhaps its just my stupid hea in the end

We fell in love in October- That's why I love fall

They say it's such a shame, I turned out this way- "The red means I love you."

We listen to a lot of true crime- But it's alright, she'll be fine

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Breaking my back just know your name- Well, some body told me, that you have a boyfriend.

Make sure nobody sees you leave- Tell your friends you're out for a run

Heizou

I can't stop you putting roots in my dream land- Despite being a detective many things about you were still a mystery that he could never figure out.

Thoma

Sweet tea in the summer- "Sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart won't tell no other"

You know i wanna be your light- In darkness, How you find me just in time to tell me what I needed to hear.

Kazuha

I don't deserve you, you deserve the world- Every time that i miss you I feel the way you hurt

Diluc

Oh what a blessing to meet someone like you- "With eyes as dead as mine"

Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away- When you get out of bed don't end up stranded

It's always been just him and me together- So I'll bet all I have on that

Multi

Coming out as Non-binary

Gaming

If you're lost you can look and find me- Time after Time

Arlecchino

Date rambles-

My kinda girl- Im down on my hands and knees begging you please baby

#genshin #genshin impact #gn reader #genshin x reader #angst #genshin fluff #fluff #genshin angst

[hyasynthia]

A maiden, forlorn (SFW) (Part 1)

This is my first time writing anything here on Tumblr! Please let me know if anything is wrong, misspelt etc. Was pretty inspired by @bucketsofmonsters so all credit goes to them for the forest sacrifice ideas! I just wanted to write my own spin on it, and try out writing too. <3 (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3) TW: Blood/Injury, thoughts about rape, thoughts of death, sacrifice

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“Please Mama, please let me free” I called out, as my wrists were pinned up and tied to the large stone slab by the silent women.

“Please, Mama..” She turned around, and I could see tears streaming down her face. She made no moves to walk closer to me but kept a distance. I looked at her and felt heavy tears fall off my chin. “My sweetling, I am so sorry. But it has to be done. You were chosen, and such is the way.” “I know Mama, but please I- I don’t want to die..” I thrashed against my bindings, the priestesses now finished with the procedures.

I had been woken at moon-high, early in the morning, and been transported to the temple, where I had been plucked and pampered, and dressed up as a doll. The elegant gold jewellery lay heavy as prison chains around my neck, wrists and head. were it not for my forlorn face and salty cheeks, I would have looked my most beautiful.

Suddenly, she rushed forth, and tenderly brushed my cheeks, pressing a kiss between my eyes, before she was whisked away by the priestesses. “I love you! Remember that! Think of that only at the end! ” She continued to yell, but her words were dampened by the wind and the ever-growing distance.

The location that I had been placed in hadn’t seemed quite as remote as when the priestesses had been here, as well as Mama. But now, lying down on the stone slab to relax my neck, barely seeing the grey sky above showed a different kind of loneliness. We had hiked for several hours before seeing the sacrificial slab, no one would come back for me. The tall pines swayed back and forth, and the wind became a sombre howling. Imagine if no one came. Not even the forest guardian she was being sacrificed to. First: I thought. First, I would become thirsty beyond recognition, If it didn’t rain, which it was bound to.. judging the darkening sky. Then hunger would rise, and the elements would wear me down. It is autumn, after all, and winter will quickly arrive. Maybe I’d last a day or two before the forest predators would arrive. Wolves, bears, carrion birds. Tied down, she would be an easy meal for any forest dweller.

There were also said to be men who lived in the woods. There would be a worse fate than those the animals would give me. The predators would only kill her for their own hunger, they would need me to survive, to feed their young, to live another day. The men, wouldn’t kill me for a long time, keeping me alive in my body, but they would kill my will to live, and kill my soul, not before tarnishing it black.

I closed my eyes. I was at least rewarded the kindness of having a sheepskin under my back, which gave me warmth from the stone below. My dress gave me little, with its fluttery delicate white fabric, and its low neckline. I was a maiden, per the sacrifice always had to be, and the dress, clean and lithe, was meant to portray that to the world.

Time ticked by, and the sky was lit by a plethora of shimmering stars, and a fat moon hung heavy above. The forest was thick and old, but above the sacrificial site was a small patch of open sky, which illuminated the slab, and lit up my sacrificial dress beautifully. I sighed loudly, the first sound I had made in what seemed like an age, and I thought about the irony of it all. Here I was, waiting to be murdered by a vicious pagan beast, admiring the unbroken beautiful dress, and the silver moonbeams. I laughed, and again I felt tears skid over my cheeks and onto my ears. My laughter died out, and it was deathly silent when they did. The gentle rustling the forest had emitted before, the distant birdsong, it had all disappeared.

My heart hammered below my breasts, my breath caught in my throat, but my tears wouldn't stop flowing. I’m sure the sheepskin below me was soaked by now.

A warm and dewy breath fell over my shoulders, and they tensed. My body didn’t listen, however; my chest still heaved up and down, and my legs started hammering too. I can’t see him from this perspective, I can’t crane my head backwards from my bindings. a whine escaped from my mouth as I saw a large bear-like hand, with claws as large as my thumb on the tip of each finger. It sliced each binding one by one, and I squeezed my eyes shut. My body was free now, but it still felt weighted down, heavy as lead to the table. “Please please please please” I repeated, like a mantra in my head. “Please let me stand up” But my limbs are leaden. The beast drew a deep breath before I felt a smooth claw gently glide down my arm.

As if all power returned to my body, I felt suddenly released from the heavyweights and launched into the darkness. I don't look back or dare see what could be following. I see a creek a bit to the left, and I bound into the icy autumnal stream. I clutch onto a fallen log, and silence befalls me once again. I look at myself, my fingers are purple from the chill, but my right arm is red. A bright crimson covers my entire arm, and drips into the river, sending small bloody rivulets downstream, where I finally see the beast.

He sees me too, I notice and our eyes bind together. Stepped forwards, bis beastly legs surprisingly emitting an entirely silent sound, treading straight into a silvery light. His face is cast in a ghostly glow, and my heart jumps into my throat as I see him fully. He may be a beast, a monster, a god, but he is absolutely, dastardly, etherially beautiful.

#forest god #sacrifice #moster x human #human x monster #terato #teratophillia #monster #maiden #forest guardian #first time writer #i had really hoped to write more but I was tired and its 2:30 am #please like this

[emyslavenderlibrary]

Chain of Iron

Title: Chain of Iron Author: Cassandra Clare Pages: 591 pages Genre: YA Fantasy Rating: ★★★★

Synopsis:

Cordelia Carstairs seems to have everything she ever wanted. She's engaged to marry James Herondale, the boy she has loved since childhood. She has a new life in London with her best friend Lucie Herondale and James's charming companions, the Merry Thieves. She is about to be reunited with her beloved father. And she bears the sword Cortana, a legendary hero's blade. But the truth is far grimmer. James and Cordelia's marriage is a lie, arranged to save Cordelia's reputation. James is in love with the mysterious Grace Blackthorn whose brother, Jesse, died years ago in a terrible accident. Cortana burns Cordelia's hand when she touches it, while her father has grown bitter and angry. And a serial murderer is targeting the Shadowhunters of London, killing under cover of darkness, then vanishing without a trace. Together with the Merry Thieves, Cordelia, James, and Lucie must follow the trail of the knife-wielding killer through the city's most dangerous streets. All the while, each is keeping a shocking secret: Lucie, that she plans to raise Jesse from the dead; Cordelia, that she has sworn a dangerous oath of loyalty to a mysterious power; and James, that he is being drawn further each night into the dark web of his grandfather, the arch-demon Belial. And that he himself may be the killer they seek.

"To love one another is to come as close as we ever can to being angels ourselves."

My Thoughts:

I WAS RIGHT ABOUT HER! I WAS RIGHT ABOUT GRACE! She is finally gone from James's life and he can finally be with the right person for him. I hate that he was with her technically against his will because she had him under a spell using her bracelet. Every guy she had been with had been under her control to fall in love with her which is why Matthew kissed her in the first book. I have never liked her and hopefully she is gone now. Hopefully.

Ok this book had the MOST annoying ending. As in I finished reading it and was like what was that. Cassandra why must you play with my heart about this? Let Cordelia and James be in love with each other and actually be together!

Anyway, back to the review. I loved this book. It lost a star because of how it ended but other than that everything was spot on for me. The character development, the plot points, the plot twists, the relationship dynamics, the relationship developments. Everything.

One thing that was a bit strange for me because it seemed to be borderline necrophilia in my opinion was Lucie and Jesse's relationship. Jesse is a ghost, therefore he is dead. And Lucie is still alive and in love with him. Yes, she is trying to bring him back to life, but still. Bit weird.

MATTHEW. My beloved boy. If anyone couldn't already tell, Matthew is my favourite character in this series. He is put through so much in these books: the silent pining for Cordelia, the alcoholism issue etc, yet he still manages to be full of happiness and support for his friends even though he himself is struggling. His humour is just on another level and I love that about him.

But this book is yet another great read from Cassandra Clare. I think I'm yet to find a book that I didn't fall in love with from page one by her and I hope I never do. I love them all and I have done for many years. I need the next one to come out soon but the release date keeps getting pushed back and I need to know what happensssssssssssss

Playlist (songs Cassandra recommended + some of my own):

Bad Liar by Imagine Dragons Fire for You by Cannons everything i wanted by Billie Eilish Be Brave by Cathy Heller save me from the monster in my head by Welshly Arms Ophelia by Marika Hackman bad idea! by girl in red For You by Rae Morris Young Blood by The Naked And Famous The Hunter by Adam Jensen Call Me Devil by Friends in Tokyo This Is My World by Esterly and Austin Jenckes Roses/Lotus/Violet/Iris by Hayley Williams Horns by Bryce Fox Deep Red Bells by Neko Case Grace by Lewis Capaldi Paris by The Chainsmokers Evening On the Ground (Lilith's Song) by Iron & Wine Become the Beast by Karliene Don't Say You Do by Lola Blanc Lover by Taylor Swift Airplanes, Pr. II by B.o.B, Eminem and Hayley Williams Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's I Fell In Love With The Devil by Avril Lavigne Dress by Taylor Swift Hold On by Chord Overstreet Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi Train Wreck by James Arthur Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift Back to You by Alec Chambers Supermarket Flowers by Ed Sheeran Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift the broken hearts club by Garrett Nash changes by XXXTENTACION Let It Go by James Bay Gorgeous by Taylor Swift I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low Thnks fr th Mmrs by Fall Out boy this is me trying by Taylor Swift Easier by 5 Seconds of Summer Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi A Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay Afterglow by Taylor Swift Strawberries & Cigarettes by Troye Sivan CITY OF ANGELS by 24kGoldn Someone To You by BANNERS How to Save a Life by The Fray Love Somebody by Lauv you were good to me by Jeremy Zucker Blue by Troye Sivan human by Christina Perri Ghost Of You by 5 Seconds of Summer Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths Paris In The Rain by Lauv

#book review #books #ya books #fantasy books #ya fantasy #lgbt books #books and reading #romance books #chain of iron #last hours #cassandra clare

[serosluv2]

★﹒₊‧Under the mistletoe

<Submission/ask: AHHHH more flustered crushing sero hcs, or maybe a lil imagine of him getting super flustered by his friend all the time and then getting caught under mistletoe ??? It’s so cute :’)>

a/n: ahhh sorry this took a little bit, but I finally finished it. I just couldn’t decide how I was going to make the mistletoe appear.. if that makes sense? Anyways thank you for requesting!! <3

as we all know sero is 100% the type to fall in love with his closest friend, he trust you with his life even if you aren’t in training to be a pro hero. he is beyond a simp you. he would pluck the stars out of the sky if you asked him too with that pretty smile of yours. Now on an angsty note; has cried to you belong with me and teardrops on my guitar by miss swift on repeat alone in his room because it absolutely crushes him to listen to you talk about this super fine, tall, skinny, darked haired man who you are in love with that, in his mind at least, definitely isn’t him. Yeah poor baby is absolutely clueless :/

But currently, instead of cooping up in his room being depressed about, what he thinks are his unrequited feelings, he is walking down the streets of Tokyo with you, watching the snowflakes fall and disappear in your hair. It’s moments like these he doesn’t think you can get anymore beautiful. And then almost on cue, you turn to him with your sparkling eyes an red nose, and he’s stood corrected. You look up at something and giggle leaning a little closer to him, eyes closing and lips barley pucked up. Oh my god- am I dreaming?? Is this actually happening or- he thinks to himself, is.. is she going to kiss me? Instead of moving closer or anything else romantic, he just stands there frozen with wide eyes. And then, just as you’re about to brush against his lips, you turn your head to the slide and kiss his cheek Pulling away and laughing at his stunned, and now confused face. “Uh- mistletoe!” You saying pointing above the two of you as if it was so obvious. sero looks up and just like you said, a little piece of mistletoe was hanging above the two of you.

Smirking to him self with a newfound boldness coercing through him, he looks down at you with that smug smirk and tilts your chin up with his fingers and leans into you. Not stopping for a moment before, you feel his chapped, minty lips on your soft, warm ones. Pulling away with a that smirk he leaned in with, he points and says “uh- mistletoe!” totally mocking you and your star struck expression.

#sero x reader #mha headcanons #sero hanta #hanta sero #hanta sero fluff #hanta sero x reader #🍊sero hanta #Mmmm idk how I feel abt this one :/ #But I really hope you like it

[atsuminthe]

notte stellata

★ synopsis: the hill behind the house is the best viewing spot for the perseid shower.

★ character(s): akagi michinari

★ word count: 723

★ can be read while listening to: il volo — notte stellata (the swan)

★ minty’s notes: akagi my beloved <3 this is my first entry for @meiansmistress ’s Underrated Collab ♡

    “michi, come on, hurry up! it’s going to start at any moment!” you excitedly call out for your husband, who laughs as he carries the blanket and two comforters from inside. akagi watches as you bounce up and down with a smile on his face, having laid the checkered quilt on the soft grass of the hill.

    “i got it, honey. i’m here, so is the blanket, so sit down.”

    you do as he says, plopping on the ground and laying next to him—he puts his arm under your head to support you and you scooch closer, squishing your cheek against his chest. he lets out another chuckle that makes his ribcage vibrate and the corners of your lips curve upwards in a soft smile.

    “you’re very enthusiastic about this,” your husband notes—his tone is amused, yet gentle and loving. it makes your heartbeat a little faster and you raise your head, resting your chin on his chest. “hello there,” he continues, a warm hand coming to stroke your hair and you nuzzle into his palm.

    “hi,” you whisper back. “and of course i am. we haven’t had time to stargaze together in so long, michi!” you’re supposed to sound irritated, maybe a little mad, but the only effect it has over your husband is that it makes a hearty laugh reverberate in his chest. you puff your cheeks out in protest, but he squishes them in his hand, your lips puckering in the process—he moves a little to place a kiss on them, eyes full of adoration.

    “you should turn around, then. the first perseid already passed us,” he advises and allows you to adjust your body. the arm under you moves to rest on your waist, his palm caressing your side as he holds you close to him.

    it’s just you, him, the wind and the sky.

    you point out as many perseids as you can, even counting them at some point, as you giggle and make up silly stories about them—they’re a child’s wish for a whale in his backyard, or fairy dust from the great fairy queen when she sneezed that one time, or some celestial god’s celestial cat broke a celestial vase and the perseids are celestial shards. akagi leans his head on the comforter, eyes closed as he listens to the breeze swishing the branches and leaves of the old willow tree behind you, as well as your explanations for the falling stars, perfectly content with the way things turned out.

    if he recalls correctly, he befriended you during one of inarizaki’s training camps—it was late at night and he couldn’t sleep, so he decided to grab a glass of warm milk and go watch the stars from the balcony. what he didn’t expect was you, clad in a t-shirt too big for you and with a blanket on your shoulder, gazing fondly at the night sky. you didn’t notice him at first, too absorbed in tracing constellations—he sat down next to you and you registered his presence when he sipped on his milk. none of you said a word back then—akagi silently offered you a sip of his milk as you raised the blanket so he could fit under it. you resumed watching the tiny sparkly dots, eyelids getting heavier by the second. before you fell asleep, you whispered “thank you” and he whispered “no problem” back, smiling slightly. to this day, he has no idea what exactly you thanked him for, but he can guess that it had to do something with viewing the stars together.

    a soft snore startles him out of his reverie and he snorts, knowing without looking that you’ve fallen asleep on him—he doesn’t know if it’s the stars or him that make you pass out so easily. he settles for a combination of both. gently shaking you so he can move you around, he wraps you in the blanket like a burrito and hoists you in his arms. he can get the comforters some other time—they’re ugly anyway, nobody’ll miss them.

    with a kiss to your forehead and a silent “i love you, my little star”, he brings you back inside, thanking the night sky for bringing you together all these years ago.

    the perseid shower stops—the north star shines just the tiniest bit brighter, flickering behind him.

    ‘no problem.’

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[thinking-about-sw33ts]

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 @𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛! 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚊 𝙰𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐!! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜/𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚒𝚝!~★

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⭐️𝔻𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤⭐️

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Anime:

🗝Nanbaka🗝

Ship(s)

Main Ship:

💊Nico💊 X ⛓Jyugo⛓

Supporting Ship(s):

💢Honey💢 X 🃏Uno🃏

Type:

🌸Fluff🌸

AU(Alternative Universe):

🗝Normal🗝

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⛓Jyugo’s P.O.V⛓ (Point of View):

I walked to the cafeteria, the time being the afternoon, signaling that it was lunch. Seitarou walked me inside over to Rock’s table before leaving, probably about to go back to the break room to have lunch himself. Sitting down, the lunch being a simple nice Japanese curry.

“Jyugo! I borrowed some pens from those pretty boys at Building 3!” Nico shouted, running up to the table, carrying a few different coloured pens, excitement evident in his cheery speech. “That’s neat.” I replied, trying to copy his excitement, flashing him a gentle smile. The neon haired male sits down next to me doodling on my arm.

“Did you have lunch yet?” I ask him, worrying he forgot to eat. “Yup!” Nico answered, continued to doodle various things on my arm, not looking up. I eventually finished eating, looking over to what Nico was doodling, seeing various small to rather big drawings of stars, hearts, and even a few cute depictions of various anime characters.

I continue to watch him doodle, seeing that Rock already put away my plate along with his, before getting escorted back to our cell. I laid my head against his, relaxing, focusing on the sensations the different coloured pens gave me. Eventually he finishes doodling on my hand and arm.

Moving on to himself, he continues the same thing. After finding he intertwines his hand with mines, laying his head on my shoulder. I softly closed my eyes, clearly feeling content. Soon enough we get back to our cell, walking down the halls to our cell, Seitarou behind us.

Our intertwined hands swinging back and forth. We softly sat down on the floor, Nico continuing to doodle, although this time on my face. While he did that he hummed a certain tune, never letting go of my hand, giving a few squeezes. Which I returned back. Pulling away from me, seeing his work, I decided to draw on his face as well.

Despite the doodles not looking very good, I was kinda okay with them. As I doodled on Nico’s face. Chuckling here and there, feeling quite ticklish, I smiled at him, finding it to be adorable. I soon finished what I was doing. Nico suddenly softly kisses my cheek, a simple heart drawn on it.

His dark skin starting to get tainted with a light blush, at what he did before laughing at my reaction. “You look so cute, Jyugo!” Nico complemented, smiling. I returned back the gesture, kissing his cheek too, holding the spot that I kissed. He thanked me, cuddling on to me. “You should probably wash up.” Rock suggested.

Nico and I nodded, agreeing with the purpled haired man. “Yeah, we probably should.” I agreed, standing up, pulling Nico up as well. We went into the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet. I grabbed my towel, putting it under the tap, running it under warm water. Scrubbing off the marks on my face, hand, and arm.

Nico soon follows what I was doing, scrubbing off the doodles on his face. When we get back inside the cell we sit back next to each other on the ground, watching the anime that Seitarou had put up. Nico showing complete awe at the screen, paying very close attention to the main character, intertwining his hand back with mine.

I smiled once again, giving it a squeeze which was returned. Resting my head back on his shoulder, Nico returned the affection by laying his head on top of mine, his deep rose coloured eyes never leaving the TV.

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✨Bonus✨

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🃏Uno’s P.O.V🃏 (Point of View):

“They seem to be getting really intimate.” I commented, looking at the table across from the one I was sitting at, observing the cute couple, resting my cheek on the pal of my hand. “We should get close too.” I whispered over at the male sitting beside me, looking at him. “I’m literally eating, Uno.” Honey groans out, continuing to eat.

“Well, you should feed me what you’re eating!” I whisper-shout to him, opening my mouth, actually expecting him to feed me one. “Feed yourself!” The violet haired male retorted, paying no mind to me. “Hmp.” I pouted, he sighs before planting a soft kiss on my lips going back to what he was previously doing.

“If you’re going to kiss me, do it properly you cheeky piece of shit.” I teased him, pulling him down by his neck, engaging in a “proper” kiss, surprising Honey. His emerald coloured eyes widened before closing, returning the said kiss, steading himself with his free hand on the table, trailing his other down to my waist.

“How many times do I have to tell you inmates to stop freaking making out at the cafeteria! Do it in your cells!”

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