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starres-stuff · 9 months

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* [ DIALOGUE PROMPTS ]*

One and Four for whoever you want.

[ ONE ]: “We could leave right now, nobody would notice. ”

CW: Slightly Suggestive, References Mature Themes.

Noble Parties were boring. There was no greater truth than this, and the fact she had let Clement talk her into coming to this particular one spoke volumes of just how much she loved the man. "You know we could leave right now and nobody would notice."

They were barely past being announced by the Family's Heralds when Vi whispered this to him, she even lifted her eyebrows in a suggestive sort of waggle about other activities they could do instead what she got in return was his perfectly polished Noble SMILE, and a pat of his hand on top of hers.

"This is the first Ishgardian party we have attended as a couple, Viviane." Her nose crinkled as soon as he spoke, how he managed to sound like the sexiest Elezen she had ever met while reminding her of their image was beyond her. To make matters worse he was the epitome of perfection this evening. The candles and braziers illuminating the golden highlights in his long blonde curls and the suit he had chosen accented not only how trim his waist was but how muscular the rest of him was. This made Vi bite her lower lip, deviant thoughts dancing merrily through her head as she looked dreamily at him.

"They wouldn't notice! They heard we arrived together" the protest said in a low voice only he could hear.

"Have I told you, you look lovely tonight beloved" Clement effortlessly deflected what she had said. "I do look forward to dancing with you tonight. I hear they have a live band." Oh this was how it was going to be, bribery by dancing. He knew all too well how she longed to dance with him within the gaze of public eyes.

"I saw a nice cottage on the property" Vi whispered again, "We could sneak out there while they are eating, no one would know. We absolutely could get away with fuc-" she stopped short as he whisked her towards familiar faces from the House of Lords, those who aligned well with the gears of change that needed to be turned in Ishgard in order to escape the discomfort created by the Holy See.

The topic had become so important to both of them that it was part of their political platforms and Clement had become fervent about the topic, especially among others that shared his passion for equal rights among all citizens of the City. It was quite the relief in truth when the conversation turned out to be no more than cheek kisses and handshakes mixed in with well wishes and promises of small dinners another night.

"Clement" Vi said in a merry little sing-song "We could take the airship back to Gridania and meet Kovalt at Stillglade when he gets off duty. Not far from the woods and a lovely waterfall near my cottage!" She thought she had him then she could see the processing of her words move across his face, and his ears twitched in that way that announced he was subjected to arousal. Adding Kovalt, of course, made it two against one and she knew how much Clement enjoyed when they were all together.

"Shall we have a glass of wine love" he looked down towards her, fingers reaching out to tuck a curl behind her ear that had fallen away from the upsweep she had created for her brilliant red curls this evening. "I hear that they had it brought in from Bel Canto for this affair. I believe I heard something about Malbec being one of them." Curse him. Vi found herself thinking. Her perfectly formed ploy now was nothing but a shattered dream on the polished floors.

There was quite the line at the bar, and she took this to her advantage by letting go of the arm she held to slip in front of him while they waited. Of course, this was on purpose but by surprise coincided with the appearance of the band to play their first set, a spicy number that had her swaying against him in no time her plentiful rear pressed right against his groin so that he would feel every movement she made.

"We could always look around the Manor and sneak into one of the bedrooms." Vi offered as Clement cleared his throat, he didn't stop her. Why he didn't even move and the smile on his face had grown twice the size it had been when they first got there.

"This is an important night beloved. We cannot change Ishgard without connections and the more we are seen at these parties the more connections we will make" Over her shoulder she looked, a scowl overtaking her lovely features only to be met with a look of patience and decorum along with that SMILE. "I do appreciate your efforts, however, and I will repay them in the morning when we are at home."

"How about right now while no one is looking," Vi said back the song ending and the line moving which ended her little dance as she had to detach herself and move forward, a soft swish sound coming from the expensive gown she wore, and a faint click rising from her heels. What he could not see was the icy daggers that had formed in her eyes, he was far too good at this game.

"When we get home" This time he leaned down to whisper it into her ear, the tone nearly stopping her short, it was the very tone he often used when she asked him to take control, to make matters worse he managed to slide his hand downward to grab a handful of her rear and squeeze it.

"I bet we could find a lovely curtain to hide behind" The line moved again, there were now only two people left in front of them. "Push me to the wall, lift my skirt, loosen your pants, and.."

"Dinner will be served after this song. Please make your way to your tables and find your seats." One of the Staff announced.

"Ah, wonderful they are quite timely. They sent an itinerary for this along with the invitations. I have never seen one run so efficiently." When she looked at him again there was this twinkle in his eye. He was enjoying their banter as much as she was but he was far better at hiding it.

"I could sneak under the table, you know, I am short enough." The couple in front of them is now at the bar getting their drinks. "I could imagine you sitting there between a Count and a Lord getting your cock sucked. I wonder if you could keep a straight face then." A triumphant smile appeared on Vi's face only for it to fade when he called out from behind her.

"Yes! We will take two of the Malbec and the bottle for the table please." There was a faint hum from him then and his arm wrapped around her frame. "Patience beloved you can wait until we reach home, while I am fond of much of what was suggested, people know us here and we do not want a scandal." He even left a kiss in her curls before he stepped forward to take the wine glasses from the bartender, and she swore for a moment that she saw him shake his rear at her.

Thank you @wineandsalt for allowing me to write Clement for this Dialogue Prompt!

#oc asks #character asks #vi x clement #my writing #the second prompt is coming!#ffxiv rp #when a natural introvert and an ambivert go to a party without their extrovert partner.

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me-writes-prompts · 9 months

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-:Crazy underrated tropes>>>>:-

By @me-writes-prompts

Unhinged x even more unhinged

“I’ll protect them with all my life” x “I’ll kill myself if it means they won’t endanger themself”

Latte lover x 4 shots of espresso only

“I am obsessively hating you, and I can’t stop” x ‘I am infatuated with your hate in every fibre of my body” (toxic energy👀)

Fluffy marshmallow shy x cinnamon roll shy :)

Loudly wild x quietly wild

“They asked for no pickles.” X “I literally asked for extra pickles.”

Flower rings for each other type of love>>>>>>>

Has a Sweet tooth x no sugar, please

Uses pet names(to call the other one) x uses their surname

“I can’t sleep. Let’s play a game.” x “We’ve been playing games all night, and they won’t let me sleep.”

*while texting* LMFAOOOOO ROLLING ON THE FLOOR x lol.

Can’t cook x can cook, but doesn’t

Introvert x introvert(who come to bond over it and find comfort with each other <333333)

Teases mercilessly x gets flustered by the said teasing

A big flirt x even a bigger flirt

"Look, If I didn't take you in as mine, you wouldn't be so bold right now." x "You act like I was begging on your door when it was the total opposite, my love."

Cheery extrovert x quiet extrovert

Uses credit/debit card every time they purchase x "I only have cash."

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nincompoopydoo · 3 months

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Hi! Happy Valentines Day, and may you have a great day! May I request from this prompt ‘ I couldn’t sleep. ’ with Bobby Floyd and shy!reader please? They'd be so cute together. Thank you so much!❤️❤️

OUR TINY APARTMENT

PAIRING: Bob Floyd x Shy!Reader WORD COUNT: 1.3k [i know i said < 1k words but i got carried away] SUMMARY: You're in love with your roommate and after accidentally finding out that he may share your feelings, all you can will yourself do is make an omelette. even if it's 3am. A/N: so damn happy to finally write for my other baby, Mr. bob floyd! thank you for your request and happy valentines! WARNINGS: swearing. TENSION. Natasha snitching. military inaccuracies idk. no beta we die like men. PROMPT: "I couldn't sleep." [from a this prompt list] MASTERLIST

Your apartment is tiny — a two-bedroom and two-bathroom apartment.

Well, it used to be huge when you first moved to gleaming San Diego. So huge that the empty void space made you feel small. From cold, dim, and rustic urban forests, your new job took you across the country to warm, bright, shining beaches. Quickly, the sounds of car honks were replaced with the cries of seagulls.

Alone in a postcard landscape with orange skies for sunsets.

Every creak and every shuffle echoed a little too loudly within these four walls; your home began to feel cold and dim.

Your apartment needed company.

You needed company.

Entered Robert “Bob” Floyd: Weapon System Officer, bespectacled, sandy blonde, responsible, intelligent, and devastatingly cute.

Bob, a naval pilot, resisted moving in with the other pilots because extroverted naval soldiers never understood the privacy inclinations and dwelled in silence for more than five minutes.

He was someone of little words, and so were you. As two introverts, you immediately clicked. Between tight smiles and awkward small talk, you saw yourselves in each other.

So, your huge apartment became tiny.

Your apartment, drenched with salt air from the sea and bathed in orange from sunset skies, remained silent – a comfortable silence. The kind of silence that lingered between two people who have normalised each other’s presence in a tiny space with an understanding that conversations don’t come as naturally and as often.

Bob understands. He always does.

It’s hard not to love him, and it has become harder to see him as only a friend when your waking days are spent contemplating on how much you want to be more than just friends with Bob.

Your chest aches at that thought.

In the kitchen is where you find yourself rummaging through the cabinets for eggs. The analogue clock ticks at a quarter to three in the morning, and the refrigerator light floods through the darkness as you whisk two eggs in a blue ceramic bowl Bob had gifted you as a peace offering when he first moved in.

Hours before, you bumped into Natasha, Bob’s colleague, at the entrance of the local grocery store. With a wide grin, she excitedly approached as you returned a bashful wave.

“Hey, you.” Natasha chirps with a growing sly smirk. “So, how did the date go?”

You blink.

“...Date?”

Natasha continues to smile with bright eyes.

“Yeah, the date with Bob?”

Your eyes widen, and your breath hitches.

“What?” is all you manage to say, and you watch her grin immediately vanish at your words.

“Oh, um…” Natasha’s expression reflects yours as her eyes dart around the area. Anywhere but you.

You’re still trying to process her words. Why would she think you went on a date with Bob?

Unless…

Oh.

“Woah, look at the time!” Natasha croaks while glancing at her watch. A nervous chuckle escapes her lips, and her panicked eyes return to you once more as she promptly waves you goodbye.

“You have a nice day ahead!”

You watched her scurry back to her car, throwing a quick wave at you again, and you’re left at the store doorstep with your heart thrumming against your chest.

And now, you’re in the kitchen, whisking your anxiety away.

With a huff, you reach for the pan hanging by the stove when the handle slips from your grasp and lands on the floor with a loud clang, followed by a flurry of pots and pans that, too, made its way to the ground, crashing.

“Fuck,” you silently curse, gasping at the sight of your sudden accident of massacred utensils on the kitchen floor. While you scramble to clear the mess, you hear the doorknob of Bob’s room rattle, and the door creaks open, revealing an exhausted Bob. Wrinkled shirt and tousled hair, he squints through tired eyes and takes in the scene before him, although, he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

With a nonstick pan in one hand and the other a fork, you stare at him with wide eyes, brows shooting up like a deer caught in the headlights. He glimpses the blue ceramic bowl on the counter behind you.

He knows it, and you don’t have to elaborate: you were making an omelette.

“I couldn’t sleep.” are the words that leave your lips, uttered with a bashful tone of embarrassment.

You press your lips into a thin line and continue, “I’m sorry for waking you.”

Bob flashes you a gentle smile and waves his hand as if to dismiss your worries silently. He immediately bends down to collect the scattered saucepans and the casserole pot you never use without a second thought. You join him, knees on the floor.

“No, it’s fine. I couldn’t sleep either.”

Your heartbeat quickens at the sound of his voice, soft and merely a whisper. His drawl is a tad deeper than usual, sending your stomach a flutter. Immediately, your meeting with Natasha returns to prominence in your mind, rewinding her words. At the thought, a sense of sheepishness trails up the hairs of your neck.

A glimpse at Bob, you catch the steady furrow of his brows and the dark circles that line his eyes – a conspicuous facade to his mild distraught that you figured had kept him awake. You wondered if he had been pondering about whatever Natasha had accidentally slipped earlier.

When you find yourself back on your feet, you are immediately faced with Bob already staring at you in all his ragged charming glory, glasses catching the reflection of the refrigerator light. You spot a glimmer in his eye as he takes a step towards you so careful. You watch the way his lashes touch the expanse of his cheeks, blinking whilst attempting to hide his growing anxiety.

The tension in the room shifts as he says your name so softly, as if whatever he’s about to say next is so sacred and so secret, they’re for your ears alone.

You don’t dare say anything.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he pauses, gaze darting every corner of your face. He’s trying to get a read on your reaction. “I’m not sure how things will turn out once I say it because, well, I… like what we have right now.”

Bob nervously fiddles with the hem of his shirt, and you cannot breathe.

“This,” Bob vaguely gestures to the close space between you. “This has been the best thing that has happened to me ever since I arrived here. I would hate to ruin it.”

A twitch right at the corner of his lip. Your heart melts.

Bob huffs loudly.

“I guess all I’m asking is –”

“Yes.”

Bob blinks, dumbfounded.

You breathe.

“Yes, I’ll go on a date. With you.”

It’s simple, short, straightforward.

You watch him blink again, mouth agape. Still very much silent.

Then, a terrible feeling of dread settles in your stomach. You start to panic.

“I mean, if that’s what you’re asking. I didn’t mean to assume –”

Before you could even further delve into your self-created exaggeration of the consequences of your words, you were brought back to the reality of your apartment kitchen when Bob brings his lips to the corner of your mouth, chapped lips against your flushed cheeks.

Minutes ago, you were about to make an omelette. Now, Bob just kissed you.

You carefully watch Bob pull away from you, his palm still on your right cheek, expression reflecting a sense of an equal astonishment to your own of his actions. You feel the tremble of his exhale against your skin.

His touch lingers, his expression soft, and you finally find the courage to do the right thing.

Your hands find the sides of his face, and you kiss him, nose bumping the lens of his glasses. You feel him smile against your lips, a hand grasping the curve of your waist.

In this tiny apartment, this tiny space you share, your heart feels so incredibly huge for the first time.

#bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd imagine

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thequietkid-moonie · 6 months

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Can you do Adrien agreste x y/n who is a childhood friend romantic headcanons?

Childhood friend to loves w/ Adrien Agreste

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Miraculous Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir ]

Hehe ~ I like this prompt quite a lot, I just find it pretty cute 🤭 thanks for requesting it! Hope you like it

Want to know something interesting? My bestie is living her own childhood friends to lovers in real life (me envy)

To be friends with Adrien since he was a child it has to be because your family is influential or part of the fashion world, or even has to have a really good relationship with his own, otherwise Gabriel won't allow you to be friend of his son (unless is while Emily is still alive since she is more willing to let you two be friends)

Is probably that you were friends with Cloe too, however she will either don't like you much or think really high of you and think you are above everyone else (like she does with Adrien)

Adrien will appreciate a lot if you treat him as just a friend and not as the son of a famous fashion designer and, later, a model (and, actually, that is when his feelings for you start to grow), he likes just being your friend, for him it doesn't matter much if you are more the shy or introvert type, or if you are more extrovert and energetic he will be more than happy to spend time with you and, at the end, is more likely that he just get used to your own rhythm

As he grows up Adrien tries to stay with you and Cloe as much as posible since you two are his only friends, however once his feelings start to grow as an innocent crush he will just mistook them as enjoying a lot your company and tries to be even more close to you (and it could easily go unnoticed for you two being friends for so long)

Is probably that Emily would notice but decided to don't say anything and just cheerish for you two. Is also probably that Natalie notice his growing feelings for you too, but she doesn't say anything about it neither, mostly because she isn't sure about what to do in that case

As time pass his desire to go to school grows more, one of the reasons is also because he wants to be able to go to school with you (specially if you tell him stories about what you and/or your classmates have done or what you do in school, even if for you is boring for him it isn't). Adrien wants to go to the same school as you and constantly express that to you but is probably that he won't tell you when he finally tries to sneak to go to school since it could be a good surprised (although his excitement won't allow him to hide it for too long)

Once in school he is pretty excited for everything and to make new friend and yet he can't help but be a little clingy with you (as long as you allow him to)

After a while of being in the school and with his new friends it could become more obvious his interest on you, and depending in how you are (how affectionate or just by how comfortable you are around him) people could even start thinking that there is something between you two. Nino, being his closest friend, will probably the one bringing the topic, asking him to already spit it out and say if you two are together or not (followed by Alya and all the rest of his friends if they heard), Adrien insist that there is nothing between you two since in his mind is actually like that, maybe knowing that your friendship is really stronge but he thinks is because is for how long you two had been friends

After that, and since Adrien don't seem to fully identify his feelings, his friends will make their personal goal to push you two together (what doesn't seem too difficult according to them), by trying to help him understand his true feelings and trying to put you two together

From his part, once Adrien finally undestand and accept his feelings he will try to win your heart in the right way, he won't asume that you feel the same and will never dare to force his feeling on you, so, for him, the only right thing to do is court you and try to win your heart (even if his friends insist that you feel the same). He tries to be romantic and affectionate (even if he was already affectionate now it goes with a new meaning)

At the end, for him it doesn't matter much who confess to who, what matter is that you reciprocate his feelings and being able to be in a relationship with you make him feel like when he was a child, like when you used to play together and forgeting about the rest of the world, he feel incredibly happy

#miraculous ladybug x reader #miraculous x reader #mlb x reader #adrien agreste #adrien agreste x reader #adrien x reader #cartoons x reader #cartoon x reader #x reader #x gn reader

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lizthewriter · 4 months

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request game!!

💖 which mcu/hp character would you be with? send me a bio of you - try to make it at least a paragraph long. include your name, romantic & sexual orientation, your hobbies and interests, extrovert/ambivert/introvert and how you are around friends. include any other details you can think of. (i can do other fandoms too, just look at who i write for and you'll see what fandoms i write for as well! then you can just request that fandom instead of mcu/hp)

🎧 send me a song, one writing prompt you can find on tumblr (i recommend @novelbear blog, they have amazing prompts <333), and a character from my who I write for list. i'll write a fic for that!!

🎀 request for reader-specific headcanons or fic (ex. theo nott x plus size!confident!reader, ted logan x it girl!blonde!reader)

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anitalenia · 1 year

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━━━ .°˖✧ opposites attract ⋆˙⊹

꒰ঌ definition ໒꒱ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑠, 𝑜𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. one of my favs.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it.

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minimalistic x bohemian | dips fries in ketchup x drenches fries in ketchup | loves to dance x what’s a rhythm? | life of the party x hates attention | toilet paper facing you x toilet paper facing away from you

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꒰ঌ group thirteen ໒꒱

will update when I think of new ones. hope this helps if you’re not sure what story to tell but you want something new <3

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yondiii · 11 months

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atsv prompts

use as many as you want just pls tag me :)

you can change them to x oc but i’m putting reader bc it’s easier

most of these are ideas from other fics i’ve read but some are just ideas id love to see

i’ll be updating this list when i get more inspo

do you guys want me to do a fic rec list for atsv or any other fandoms ❤️

or any hc inspo lists bc i can’t be bothered to write but i have so many ideas lmao

miguel o’hara

miguel x !black cat reader

miguel x !villain reader

miguel x !venom/doc oc reader

miguel x !spanish/french speaking reader

miguel x !anomaly reader

miguel x !teen reader (work daughter idk)

miguel x !extrovert reader

miguel x !spidey reader

miguel x !touchy reader

miguel x !motherly reader

miguel x !nurse reader

miguel x !workaholic reader

miguel x !ai reader

miguel x !positive reader

miguel x !best spider-man reader

miguel x !lego reader (lmao)

miguel x !sunshine reader

miguel x !grumpy reader

miguel x reader who doesn’t want to join

hobie brown

hobie x !black cat reader

hobie x !villain reader

hobie x !venom/doc oc reader

hobie x !guitarist/drummer/bassist/pianist reader

hobie x !coquette reader

hobie x !introvert reader

hobie x !grunge/goth/alt/punk reader

hobie x !band member reader

hobie x !singer reader

hobie x !nail tech reader (doing his nails)

hobie x !artist reader

hobie x !model student reader (college)

hobie x !motherly reader

hobie x !neighbour

hobie x !rockstar reader

hobie x !reader who avoids him

hobie x !spanish/french/german speaking reader

miles morales (any)

miles x !black cat reader (both miles would be good)

miles x !villain reader

miles x !vemon/doc oc reader

miles x !latin american reader

miles x !french/spanish speaking reader

miles x !future hairdresser reader

miles x !model student reader (high school)

miles x !shy reader

miles x !extrovert reader

miles x !spidey reader

miles x !neighbour reader

miles x !family friend reader

spider-man miles x !prowler reader

prowler miles x !spider-man reader

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xxsycamore · 8 months

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LATE AUGUST NIGHT TRYST

↬ You have a one-night stand with Napoleon.

Napoleon Bonaparte x gender neutral!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: One Night Stands; Lap Sex; Alcohol; Smoking; Making Out; Kissing; Neck Kissing • wordcount: 2,580 • masterlist

a/n: Almost didn't finish this on time to say farewell to August... this fic lived in my head for about a year, and finally here it is. Something a little bit different from my usual Napoleon stories. The lyrics are from Four Out of Five by Arctic Monkeys. Part of Late Summer Rendezvous, prompt 15: FREE DAY - Summer Fling

With nightlife being at its height in summer, it's way less common now for the mansion's parlor to be full of residents. With fun following the ones that follow it back, the absence of people like Arthur, Dazai, Comte, Leonardo and even Theo, makes it so that the introverts of the mansion have little reason to assemble and would much prefer to stay in their rooms instead.

There’s a certain warmth about late summer nights that tends to bring people together.

Perhaps the bars and the fancy soirees have gotten old. Tonight was yet another late August night that saw the mansion’s parlor brimming with liveliness.

Take it easy for a little while

Come and stay with us

The electric fan was aiding air circulating cigarette smoke once again, its low buzz accompanied by someone’s annoyed remark to take their smoke to the balcony. The shuffling of cards; the audible clack of poll balls sent rolling in all kinds of directions on the table. An abrupt cut-in in someone’s story when another feels the need to make an eminent correction.

That was it, until the small hours of the night rolled in, the last of sips in the glasses drowned with a promise to tell the rest of that story tomorrow. Some head towards their room with a stagger, or in Sebastian's case, can't walk by themselves at all.

Having promised to take care of tidying up the parlor for him, you move from one sitting area to other, swaying with the gramophone's melody soundtracking your cleaning chore. From the corner of your vision, you see Napoleon standing at the doorway, strangely hesitating to enter. He shakes it off quickly, joining your side casually and taking the heavy tray of empty glasses from your hands.

"I took Sebas to his room. He's already sound asleep. Poor man, wouldn't want to be him tomorrow…"

You mutter a thank-you before giggling at his comment, feeling that something is necessary to be added. "Oh, but we finally got him to loosen up! I think he had fun."

"Yeah." Napoleon snickers, but it morphs into a genuine smile. "Yeah, who knew he was so good at darts. It's better when he's not giving me the victory all the time."

The giddy feeling remains inside you, and even though the fun part of the night is over, you discover something pleasant in being here to enjoy the aftermath with Napoleon of all people. He makes an excellent company, even without the help he provides which is already plenty. Conversations with him are easy and light; he always manages to make you laugh effortlessly. His place in those gatherings is interesting as he somehow manages to stay at the center of attention despite the palette of colorful personalities surrounding him. He doesn't get on anyone's nerves too, which is an achievement with people like Mozart and Theo around. He makes sure the quiet ones are included in both the pastimes and the conversations.

With your more modern look at things, you notice how well he blends; almost as if he's an introvert with the introverts and an extrovert with the extroverts.

"Did I eat your dessert by mistake? You're staring a hole through me, Nunuche."

Nunuche? Where did that come from? You can remember him calling you that maybe once or twice, but it was deserved back then. You think.

"Oh, was I? Sorry, I was just thinking about something. It's good to have you around, Napoleon. I mean, you're like everyone's big brother."

Okay, that was pretty far from your point of downplaying your actual thoughts. Hey, that floor is so interesting to look at.

Passing the playing cards from one hand to the other in order to flip them in the right position before putting them away in a deck, Napoleon pauses to look at you.

"Thank you. That's nice to hear."

The low, rhythmic shuffle resumes and you pray that it mutes your heavy exhale as you realize you were holding in your breath. You finish up arranging the poll table, looking around for other tasks you missed before it's time to thank Napoleon for his help, and finish up sweeping the floor by yourself.

"I'll stay until the piece is over. I really like that melody. If you don't mind, I mean."

You watch him lean over the gramophone, reading the names of the other records as he puts them one by one back in the case. Nodding, you join by his side, the soft tone needle requiring you to get closer for a better listen. You like it.

Only time that we stop laughing

Is to breathe, or steal a kiss

Napoleon is still leaning in, propped on the small table with one hand. His mouth aligns with your level perfectly. You're looking directly at him, and he is looking back.

Out of nowhere, he asks.

"Have you had alcohol tonight?"

You blink, shaking your head. The seeping realization of why he asks gets to you and you hastily ask him in turn, "Have you?"

He lets out a tiny laugh. Maybe he's noticed you staring the whole night, and suspects that you would already know the answer. "No."

Before you know it, you're pressing your lips against his.

It's all new and exciting. The thoughts rushing in in your mind as to what comes next are exciting, but so is the sensation ruling over them right now. The man kissing you is just as curious to explore as you are, not letting this end as some innocent peck of lips against lips.

You like the form of his lips; their softness, the way they open so his tongue can invade your mouth. You let him explore more for you, you let him in.

Frankly, you didn't expect him to be much of a good kisser. It reminds you of how you were surprised by his cooking skills, then by his fencing skills; his equestrianism, his knowledge about ancient history, his dexterousness. You've surely made a fool of yourself for expecting anything less than a mind-blowing frenchkissing of His former Majesty, but sometimes losing tastes better.

A large pair of hands find your waist, even if you haven't shared that you're getting lightheaded and in need of a strong man's support. You let out a small noise that sounds dangerously akin to a moan, and Napoleon breaks the kiss.

He looks like he's trying his best not to smirk; something remarkable about his eyes - it could be the lighting, but they seem darker somehow.

"Now, what…?" You find yourself whispering, the question meant for both parties.

Napoleon maintains eye contact.

"Do you feel like you want to kiss me again?"

You grip the edge of the decorative table hard, hoping to take out the intensity of your emotion on it and not on Napoleon when that same hand falls on him next.

"Yes. Please."

It's Napoleon who takes the initiative this time, and it feels different from when you did it. Better.

This is absolutely not how this melody is meant to be danced, but Napoleon makes your body move along with his, walking you backward until he reaches a lone chair that has been pulled out of the table area for someone's convenience.

He sits down, taking you with him so you're comfortably seated on his lap straddling him, and thus facing him. No, there isn't really a need for any plan, you don't know why you asked. It all comes naturally when he keeps on kissing you, fingers carding through your hair to tilt your face to his liking. It's like he doesn't want to get too dominant, because for each movement he conducts, he leaves enough space for you to make your counter-attack. And you do, to your best extent, finding out that your hands want to move even more than your tongue does. You study the shape of his shoulders, firm and hard, gripping them for support as Napoleon's own hands begin to move up and down on your sides. It's nothing more than caressing, yet you wish he was bouncing you on his cock right now instead.

Making out with Napoleon wasn't in your plans for tonight; you'll be ashamed come morning when you're laying the table for him and ten others, having to pretend nothing has happened. You wonder if his demeanor would give off any signs of what happened the previous night.

Strangely, the thought of this turns you on, too. Everything does, right now; it's like the man currently kissing your neck radiates lust, infecting you with it and you'll go crazy.

While stealing his breath for yourself once again and finally losing count of how many times you did so, your body moves on its own impatiently, hips rolling against the prominent tent in his trousers.

Napoleon produces a low, dangerous noise of arousal. He looks surprised when you reach to undo his belt, but his light caressing of your spread thighs tells you it's the good kind of surprised.

"My room is further down the corridor, you know."

You bite down on your bottom lip. "I know. I go there every day."

Napoleon helps your slightly shaking fingers with the task, shooting you a dirty look but choosing not to say anything.

His expression shifts to serious once again, something so much like him, you pick the pattern. He's concentrated even when led by impulses, careful with what he does even in this spontaneous romp you two got caught into.

By the time his hand arrives at your own burning arousal, the gramophone melody had died down to complete silence, making it easier for you to hear Napoleon's groan as you stroke his length in turn as his hand keeps on caressing you. You're kissing him again; you can go on forever at this rate, not caring about the possibility of this ending short because you can't get your hands off each other. But he's more controlled than you are. If he wants to do more, he will.

"Do you want me to put it in?"

Somehow the question still catches you off-guard, you’re never going to be able to look him in the eye and be completely honest about everything you wish he could do to you. It's a good thing that he asks.

"Please."

The breathy laugh tickles your neck as he grabs your ass and brings you even closer to him, the nakedness of your front rubbing against his freed erection. It stands flush against your belly, intimidating you just a little with its size when you imagine it disappearing from sight in just another second.

"You don't have to beg."

Napoleon's quick work on your hole has done wonders to leave you clenching with anticipation and readiness, your hands finding the firm hardwood backrest that would make a good lavage. You aid Napoleon by arching your back, and your entrance aligns perfectly with his arousal. You both look down to watch the moment your lusting for each other finally gets resolved, and it somehow doesn't seem like it belongs to two individuals who've dreamed of getting into each other's pants only just from the beginning of the night onwards.

Napoleon pushes his hip up just as you sink down, and you meet in a euphoric first thrust. Closing your eyes, you feel that you've tightened up so much that you can sense every little detail about his impressive length, sucking him in deeper because you already want more. Napoleon groans and his brows have a slight arch to them when you open your eyes again.

"So tight… We need you to relax…"

Hearing that he's able to feel you just as much as you feel him, the wave of wanton makes you involuntarily squeeze him again. Napoleon grasps your chin and starts kissing you yet again. His tongue domineers over yours, invading your mouth just as he invaded your insides, but as he keeps a firm hold of your hips to hold you still, your attention is successfully moved to the kiss. It's hard not to feel the hot pulse of his cock and to react to it with your body, but you soon melt into Napoleon's persistent kissing. It's soothing somehow, preparing you for what comes next.

It's Napoleon who realizes you're ready first. He pushes you upwards and you don't even realize how naturally you sink your weight back down on him to chase after the high.

"There we go."

He's patient and excellent at guiding, hormones making your head spin with dozens of thoughts running at once inside it, all centered around the man fucking deeper into you from below. Settling into a good pace, you work together with him to meet this merciless need that saw you pounce on each other like animals, forgoing the steps of arranging all of this and instead giving yourselves into the moment. No, it's better that way. You like this raw, wild side of him - and perhaps, he likes yours as well.

"Merde. You feel…too good."

His whispered words almost make the knot in your belly snap, the alluring baritone colored by lust at fault for it. Wanting to give him more of yourself, you don't hold back. Bouncing up and down on him, you fight through moans to give him a warning.

"You…You feel good too… I'm gonna-!"

Hugging you tight against his chest, Napoleon straightens his back in the chair, making your hands fall from the backrest. You take it as a sign to cling onto him instead, trusting him with finishing this off for both of you in the best way.

Now having full control of how he penetrates you, he moves you up and down on his cock. Your legs dangle off his strong arms and you hate that you can't follow the erotic expressions he's making as he plows in you, because your eyes are rolling back in pleasure. Then you squeeze them shut when it hits you; strongly.

"Say my name."

Letting out a muted scream as your climax washes over you, you unintentionally test the strength of Napoleon's arms as your legs instinctively begin to close up.

"Napoleon---Ahhh!!"

He fucks you so good through it, intent on bringing out every last drop of pleasure he can get from you; even over your own quiet babbling you unmistakably hear him curse again.

Napoleon makes sure you've ridden your high to full extent before he pushes your body up again, forcing you off his cock. Warm ropes land on your naked skin, making you shiver, as Napoleon grunts and lets his own pleasure consume him.

You're sticky with the aftermath of the desire you shared with Napoleon, and that feels incredibly hot to you. He's catching his breath just as you are, and you hold his gaze while he further messes up his hair by raking his fingers through it.

"This is going to become a habit."

It's a little too late to feel embarrassed, but your cheeks are suddenly warm. Maybe because he's right.

You didn't notice for the switched-on lights, but looking at the window, it seems that the morning has almost arrived. The faint blue light of the quiet outside world is strangely beautiful, and the afterglow of the sex you had with Napoleon heightens the feeling rushing inside you. Soon you'll have to exit the scene.

"Hey, let's put on that record one more time."

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🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 29 🔞

Prompt: Hyunjae x Fem!Reader

Tags: Unprotected sex (do I have to say don’t do it? Because don’t), public sex, sex with a stranger (this is also not recommended)

A/N: I have no idea how thirsty Miraes are, but we’re about to find out!

“Excuse me,” I heard a voice behind me. I turned around to see a skinny guy about my age.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“My friend thinks you’re cute, but he was too shy to come over and talk to you himself and I lost rock, paper, scissors, so I got to be the lucky one to come talk to you,” he replied, gesturing to a group of guys collected at the end of the bar. One of them was bright red so I guessed he was the one who was too shy. He was also hot. Very hot.

“You can tell your friend I don’t bite unless you want me to,” I said.

“Noted. I’m Changmin and my shockingly introverted extrovert friend is Hyunjae,” he held out his hand and I took it.

“Y/N,” I replied.

“I’ll go pass that along and force him over here,” Changmin said.

“Good luck,” I smiled as my drink arrived. My friends were all giving looks of confusion as Changmin walked away. I tried to gesture that I was waiting for something, but I don’t think it made any sense. I watched as Changmin returned to the group and it took three of them to shove Hyunjae in my direction. I picked up my drink and walked over to the group.

“I thought I’d save you the trouble,” I said.

“Hi,” Hyunjae waved awkwardly at me.

“Would you like to dance?” I asked.

“Oh, um…” he began.

“He’d love to,” another one of the group replied. “Feel free to leave your drink with the bartender though none of us are really the roofie your drink type.”

The song changed and the bartender nodded as she moved my drink where no one could reach it. I took his hand and led him to the dance floor. I could feel his palm sweating in mine. I didn’t think I was that intimidating.

“Why are you so nervous?” I had to put my lips right next to his ear so he could hear me over the music. Even then I was almost yelling.

“I don’t…go out much,” he replied.

“So I gathered,” I teased.

“And I don’t usually see pretty girls when I do agree to go out,” he continued.

“Oh?” I noised.

“I’m the token bisexual in a group full of gays and the kind of girls that go to gay bars aren’t really my type,” he said.

“Thus the not roofie my drink comment,” I mused.

“Yup,” Hyunjae said. He’d relaxed a little and put his hands on my waist. I had my arms around his shoulders so I could hold myself within hearing range. For once, I lost track of time on the dance floor. I could feel my phone buzzing in my back pocket from my friends texting me. They were probably trying to figure out where I’d gone or they’d decided to leave and go to another club.

“My friends are blowing up my phone. Let me see what they want,” I said after the third song.

“Should I wait?” he asked, looking almost disappointed.

“Come on,” I pulled him behind me off the dance floor and over to the only thing that qualified as a quiet corner.

“I’m sorry if I kept you too long,” he apologized.

“Hush. I’m not dressed like this because I didn’t want attention,” I assured him as I texted them back that I was fine and still sober. “Done. That should keep them quiet for a while.”

“Did you want to dance some more?” he asked.

“Tell me what you want. Don’t be shy. I promise I won’t be offended,” I leaned against the wall and looked at him.

“Promise?” he repeated.

“Nothing you could say will shock or offend me,” I told him. He stepped closer to me, the first time he’d shown any confidence all night.

“I want to fuck you right here in a dark corner of a club, then I want to take you home and make you come until you can’t anymore,” he breathed against my ear.

“You want to fuck me in public? Where anyone could see us?” I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. My panties were wet and not just from sweat.

“I’m gonna have to take you from behind. Only way I’m gonna reach your pussy,” he said as I put his hand down my panties so he could feel how wet I was.

“I guess you are,” I replied, turning around. He pulled my shorts and panties down enough to expose my ass. I swayed my back so he had a better angle.

“Can I come inside you?” he asked as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my entrance.

“Please do,” I replied.

“I live to serve,” he kissed the back of my hair as he entered me. I was already tight, but my legs basically being bound together made me tighter.

“Fuck,” he grunted. He wrapped one arm around my waist and braced the other one on the wall as he began fucking me.

“Go hard. I like it hard,” I told him.

“Whatever you want,” he replied, tightening his grip. His cock was rubbing all the right places. I wasn’t going to last long. “Tell me what to do.”

“You’re so fucking big and so fucking hard, I dunno if there’s time,” I replied honestly.

“That’s why I want to do this all night,” he said.

“I’m gonna come,” I said as I felt the heat pooling in my belly and my pussy start to twitch.

“Me too, but you first,” he panted in my ear. He growled as he fucked me as hard as he could and that pushed me over the edge. My pussy contracted around his cock then a few moments later I felt his hot come inside me.

“You wanna do this all night?” I asked as he pulled out.

“What? You can’t keep up?” he teased.

“I can keep up just fine,” I grinned as I turned around, pulling my ruined panties back on and trying to check for any stains on my shorts.

“Good,” he kissed me. “Tell your friends the outfit was a good choice.”

“Tell your friends that you got some pussy in spite of yourself,” I said between kisses.

“Touche,” he laughed.

#just fucking write 2k24 #minors dni #the boyz fanfic #the boyz hard hours #hyunjae x reader #Hyunjae x y/n #the boyz smut

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versadies · 1 year

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may the theater guide you to my passion! (2nd anniversary event)

INTRODUCTION !

in celebration of this blog’s 2nd anniversary, versadies’s penpal service is officially open for request! come join us and watch many of our plays in the penpal service’s special theater!

THEATER PAMPHLET !

please follow the guidelines before requesting a fic so things can be easier for me as well as you being informed on what you need to do when participating in the event. once you’ve read and understand the guidelines, feel free to send a request <33 (feel free to ask for any clarifications as well)

characters available: diluc, kaeya, albedo, venti, zhongli, xiao, childe, thoma, kazuha, kamisato ayato, itto, gorou, heizou, cyno, alhaitham, tighnari, wanderer, capitano, pantalone, jean, eula, lisa, beidou, ningguang, ganyu, and raiden shogun. (those with bold means it’s my first time writing them)

you may choose one or two prompts from any act, one character, and any genre of your choice! feel free to add any notes, plots or something you want to see in your requested fic <33

please request in this format: ( act 1/2/3 or au prompt) + ( actor / character ) + ( orchestra / genre ) + ( optional/dialogue/plot/extra-note/etc. )

here’s what your request can look like: “hi can i have act 1, prompt 8 with fluff and angst together with “i love you too much”, thank you!” / “hi can i have popular!reader x outcast!itto with some fluff?”

you may choose more than 1 genre for your fic.

you don’t have to request 3 prompts from 3 acts, theyre all just options for you to pick :.>>

you may add a dialogue if you wish so !

you may only request 1-2 fics and only that.

you may use 2+ prompts from the same/different “act” as long as it’s only for 1 character

please specify which character should take the role (ruler, knight, etc) in the prompts in case you have one in mind ! im not an akinator :))

please do not request for nsfw and characters that aren’t a part of the list, i will ignore and delete your request if i see one.

please refrain from mentioning the reader’s appearance and gender as i intend for my fics to be gender-neutral and appearance-neutral.

please understand that there’s a chance that your request will be ignored despite following the rules; i don’t have the luxury of time to complete all of your requests as much as i want to.

the minimum number of words i can write for your request is 500.

i will start writing in the middle of february or beginning of march so please don’t expect your request to be fulfilled immediately.

requests will be closed on february 10 !

ACTORS !

diluc ragnvindr

kaeya alberich

albedo kreideprinz

venti

zhongli

tartaglia/childe

xiao

thoma

kaedehara kazuha

kamisato ayato

arataki itto

gorou

shikanoin heizou

cyno

alhaitham

tighnari

wanderer/scaramouche

capitano

pantalone

jean gunnhildr

eula lawrence

lisa minci

ganyu

ningguang

beidou

raiden shogun

ACT 1 – FANTASTICAL DREAMS (fantasy au) !

fairytale au

ruler x ruler

ruler x knight

ruler x commoner

ruler x butler

ruler x assassin

ruler x mystical creature (that can turn into human/is cursed)

ruler x mage/sorcerer

mage/sorcerer x familiar

(good) mage/sorcerer x evil mage/sorcerer

mage/sorcerer x knight

cursed x blessed

traitor x victim

immortal x mortal

duke x commoner

duke x butler

duke x mage/sorcerer

human x shapeshifter

wild card

ACT 2 – SWEET YOUTH (high school au) !

student council president x delinquent

student council pres. x student council vice pres.

nerd x athlete

nerd x popular

nerd x nerd

nerd x troublemaker

popular x outcast

outcast x outcast

tutor (student) x student

project

teacher x teacher

seatmates

academic rivals

class play

school booths (haunted house, kissing booth, cafe, etc.)

prom night

extrovert x introvert / bold x shy

wild card

ACT 3 – DOMESTIC ROMANTICA (the way of the househusband au)

you get kidnapped

you had an argument with them

you make up from an argument

you have an injury

you get sick

you cook for them

you get jealous

you meet their ex colleague

they have an injury

they get sick

they get jealous

they wait for you to come home from work

going out together

having a guest

boring/chill day

house pets?!

in-laws

wild card

ORCHESTRA !

fluff

angst

comfort

yandere

that’s all for this event. tysm to many of my comrades here who love my writing, it really means a lot to me <33 let’s make more good memories for this year and the next !

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familiar-anonymous · 2 years

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10 Hob x Dream AU Fanfic Prompts :

(Cause they are my current drug)

★ Morpheus visits human realm in a different physical appearance for reasons and coincidentally meets Hob. But he doesn’t reveal himself to the immortal man (cause it would require a lot of explanation like him being the anthropomorphic personification of Dream and such). He then hears Hob telling someone about the person he loves who is silent, mysterious and arrogant like a cat. But is also angelic, graceful and softhearted. Dream is strangely jealous and slightly hurt cause Hob didn’t speak about this person (who is clearly very important to him) at all on their last meeting. It takes Dream a ridiculously long time to realise that Hob is talking about him.

★Hob is a teacher who loves his job and his students. When he sees a renowned billionaire is looking to hire a tutor for his son, he goes to the interview. The son has had behavioural problems in school and was threatened with expulsion, so the single father, Morpheus decided to hire a qualified professional to assist in his son's issues. The more time Hob spends with the small family, the more he realizes that the son's behavioural problems stem from his poor relationship with his father. Dream being the stubborn brood he is, initially disagrees with Hob's reasoning, but eventually yields. The longer Hob spend in the role of caregiver to both father and son, the more he starts to feel like this is where he belongs.

★ Dream is a traditionalist Alpha who believes omegas can't play the same role as the Alphas in the society. His alpha sister Death suggests that he should meet more Omegas in real life and befriend them before forming such an opinion. And guess who she thinks is the perfect non-stereotype omega to be able to change Dream's mind? Yes, Hob Gadling of course. (Can be applicable for noble or royal! Dream and commoner!Hob as well)

★The mandatory nerd!Dream × jock!Hob dorm roommate AU. They are total opposite of each other. Dream is always mad at the world and Hob's an eternal optimist. One loves Shakespeare and the other hates it. While one is a cat person then the other is a dog person. Dream's an introvert and Hob is an extrovert, party-animal. Unsurprisingly these two polar-opposite men doesn’t manage to get along at first. But with time a lot of things change, and so do their opinions and feelings for each other.

★ Wrong number texting AU: Morpheus is a CEO (or writer as par the major part of fandom's first choice for his profession). He is not very comfortable with technology. One day while trying to text his assistant Matthew, he accidentally sends the text to a wrong number. That wrong number belongs to Hob obviously. (I will probably elaborate this one in another post. Cause Texting AU is one of my most favourite tropes)

[Edit: I have started this story. You can find it here!]

★ (this one is kinda angsty? And there's too many 'what if's. But still my favourite. So just don't look too closely.) Death dies somehow and the new anthropomorphic personification of Death takes Hob's life without realising he was special. Dream gets furious and devastated. So in order to calm him and bring peace in dreaming and mortal realm again, he was promised Hob's reincarnation. So Hob gets reincarnated but without any memories of his past long life. Dream meets this Hob when he is an adult. Hob obviously doesn’t remember him, but they gradually becomes friend again. The problem is that this Hob doesn’t seek immortality, at least not out loud, not where Dream or Death can hear him. So they can't offer him immortality either. Dream watches Hob getting old (he changes his own appearance to seem as old as Hob too) and dying again. Just like Dream was promised Hob gets reincarnated again... and again, in every century. And Dream meets them and loves them in every incarnation. He collects memories with each Hob in terms of photos, short notes or gifts. Then one day one incarnation of Hob somehow stumbles in Dream's palace in dreaming realm. He finds dream's collection of his previous lifes memories,, and secrets get revealed.

★ Student! Dream x Teacher! Hob AU: Dream is that student who gets the highest marks in all subjects even though they don’t response in class at all. Even if he is asked a question, he just glares and then looks away. But only Hob's class is different. When Hob asks any silly question with his charming smile and cocky eyebrow, Dream can't help but blush and stutter out an answer.

★ It's not surprising that someone like Hob Gadling has many admirers among his students, colleagues or acquaintances from the New Inn. Some nights these admirers dream about him. Sometimes their dreams become a bit intimate. As the King of dreams and nightmares, Morpheus is always aware of these kind of dreams. And before he knows what he is doing, he appears in those people’s dream just to say, "This dream is over".

★ What if Lyta Hall died during or after the child birth? Maybe because of some conceiving-in-dream complicity or from the grief of losing her love of life for the second time? Dream has already claimed that one day her son will belong to him. So in case of Lyta's death, no matter what the cause, he would obviously take responsibility of the child.But Morphius is hardly capable of raising a human child on his own. And who would he take help from? While Lucienne or Death are surely Queens, they are still not human and have their own duties. I know Rose was Lyta's friend and will probably want to help raising her son. But she is young and already struggling with all the brand-new responsibilities (being Jed's guardian, Unity's successor, job-hunting etc). So Dream's sole option is to seek help of the only human being he calls friend, aka Hob Gadling. He already has experience of raising (at least?) a child after all. And after Dream explains everything (including his and the child's real identity) to him, there's no way Hob can refuse to help his desperate long-term friend. So he agrees to take care of the boy. At first they just sort of coparent, with Dream visiting Hob more often, every week if not everyday, to take care of the child. Eventually they get married and be the perfect Gay Dads for their son.

★ Morpheus got stuck in his Cat form.(And, no, I don’t care how it happens) He goes to meet Hob as a cat. But he obviously can't talk in public in his cat form. So it takes awhile for Hob to realise that the cat with sulky mood and teary eyes that's been following him around is his friend.

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I have posted the last three in three separate posts before. But added them here anyway to keep record. I will probably keep adding to this list (that no one asked for) as long as my DreamLing addiction lasts. I mean I already have countless other AU ideas, such as dating apps au, vampire (x werewolf) AU, common ex [ william ;) ] or fake dating au, pride and prejudice AU, fifty shades of grey AU and so on. I didn’t want to make this post even longer and more boring than it already is, so kept those ideas stored for another post, lol.

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