#my first time visiting one and its so amazing to see how such a huge grandiose place of worship resembles

[chuckyray]

we visited a cathedral today and some priest complimented my ethel cain hoodie. taste.

#it was very pretty tho #my first time visiting one and its so amazing to see how such a huge grandiose place of worship resembles #my little churches back home #also whoever that random priest guy was i hope you google ethel cain tonight #btw we means whitey and me

[rboooks]

Can you write a dead on main? Something with a bookstore au please!

Now that I know the ship names, you bet I can! I'll try my best to get through the ones I got requested in the past few days.

Jason liked bookstores.

They were a safe haven for him as a child, even when the fancier ones chased him off when he became a street kid. He adores the various series, the smell of books, and the quiet of stores. Often he thought that they were a small pocket to escape reality.

He had always known he could escape between the pages when everything had been terrible.

Maybe that's what lead him to this store even if it was a bit odd.

It was out of the way by the old docks that Joker used to run, thus making it condemned to the rest of the populace.

An old warehouse turned into a three-story bookstore. The entire first floor was aisles placed in side-way lines with the main counter as its center. The second floor had cozy reading nocks, plush futon couches, pillows, and blankets, complete with a small cafe. The rule was that anyone could take a book off the second-floor walls to read for free.

Employees asked to be informed if any food or damage was done to the second floor since the second book only had one copy of each. The owner would pull one off the bottom floor shelves to replace it.

The final floor had various reading rooms, but Jason loved that each room was based on a book. The room was professionally decorated to the point it left visitors feeling like they actually stepped into the world of the book.

Sculptures, playable settings, phenomenal little details the hard die fans could spot, and even sound systems playing sounds that sounded like the world. Jason could only compare it to Disney World or universal studios. The fact that people could rent the rooms for an hour for only fifteen dollars made them much more popular.

The third-floor rooms- ten in total- would rotate between series after a few months. Hence, the rooms were always different, but inside them were recommended books with the same kind of theme that was always the perfect recommendation, or maybe people just wanted to explore a room of their favorites.

Jason had visited the strange little bookstore with Tim after his brother had gone on a date with Bernard there.

Tim and Barnard had rented the "Hogwarts common rooms" room for three hours. Jason had been amazed by how real the four standard rooms looked, how there were even dragons spitting fire in one corner, moving portraits, a sorting hat ceremony, a small teddy bear decorating corner, and even a wand building second. All for only fifteen dollars. Tim had practically been glowing when he came home with his Ravenclaw bear and his own wand.

And maybe Jason is a huge Harry Potter fan; perhaps it was one of the first things he boned with Tim over, so maybe his brother had taken him to have an experience that he compared to the first time Bruce took him to Universal Studios.

Then he ran into the owner while one of the employees had been helping him pick runes to have burned into his wand.

Jason started to come back for an entirely different reason.

"Hi, Jason!" Elle says when she sees him climbing the stairs toward the third floor. She's the store's co-owner and has gotten to know him on a first-name basis due to how often Jason has visited the store in the past year. If they made a reward points system, Jason knows he be the highest one on the chart.

She's sitting at a table that is decorated like a galaxy. The books for these quarters' room themes are on the table's surface, all with a door key under them and a clipboard for the various hours.

Jason's eyes land on Pride and Prejudice, and his heart leaps.

"Hi, Elle. What's the wait time for door seven?"

She smiles, flipping the clipboard to the time slots. "The Ball at Netherfield Park has a lot of openings today. I got a three, four, six, or seven. When shall I fit thee dance card in milord?"

Jason laughs and checks his phone, ensuring he doesn't need to do anything for a while before saying. "Three will be fine. It's only thirty minutes. I'll go get a coffee while I wait."

She nods, writing his name down for three. She then passes him some disclosure forms he has to sign, forgoes the long-winded explanation of the rules, and sends him on his way, promising to send him a reminder text.

"Just so you know, Ball at Netherfield Park comes with a unique costume option. Five extra dollars to go through our costume section, and you can dress up like Mr. Darcy for a full hour."

Jason shakes his head though it's a very tempting offer. "Thanks, Elle but I'm okay with my street clothes today."

The other shrugs and checks her nails- their asexual theme today, he notes- before nonchalantly commenting. "Too bad. Danny really wanted someone to cosplay with him. Jane Austin's books are less prevalent in Gotham than we thought, and he's been dying to wear his Mr. Bingley outfit. I thought you like to, so I told him to come over when you arrive, but I can text him to cancel-"

"Five dollars, you said? For the full outfit or just like a coat?" Jason ignores her smug expression and quickly places a twenty on the table.

"Full outfit. What do you take us for?"

He glares at her just as the man of the hour himself runs up the stairs. Danny Fenton, founder, and co-owner of Ghost Zone Reads. He's in a light blue Regency period man coat that makes his eyes pop. A pair of white pants that hug his hips and thighs in all the right places, black knee boots, and a black gentle top hat.

Jason's knees go weak at the sight of him.

Danny's face is flush from the run, but his whole face lights up when he sees his sister and her guest. "Jason! I'm so glad you choose the Ball at Netherfield Park experience. I can't wait for our dance."

"Dance?" Jason chocks. Elle chuckles.

"You can't experience a Ball at Netherfield without the ball part dingus." She waves a hand at her brother. "Told him Dick canceled on you, so he offered to step in."

Jason never even mentions Dick to her but he's not about to call her out on her lie. She's doing him such a big favor.

"I always wanted to go to a Jane Austin ball!" He says instead, mentally wincing at how lame he sounds. Thankfully Danny's eyes only light up even more as the other man starts explaining the instructional videos installed in the ballroom mirrors so they can learn the real moves of Contra Dancing.

Jason falls just a tad bit more.

(Elle watches with a fond smile as Jason and Danny get lost in Austin's most significant works. She quickly texts her allies in Wayne Manor under the table. This is a big step in the "Make us in-laws" operation; the Fenton and Wayne children started a few months back. They were all tired of watching Danny and Jason dance around each other. Damian's idea to use Jason's favorite author was working fabulously.)

#dc x dp crossover #Ghost Zone Reads #Dead on main #request #jane austin the way to Jason's heart #Danny and Dani run a bookstore based off the idea of Ghost Zone's magic doors #It's a huge success #(Yes Danny kills the joker off screen when the man tries to take his store)

[mysacredmuse]

hihi so i saw your bio and i have to say that i’m also currently obsessed w aventurine 🙈 can i ask smth abt him, one with the good ole jealousy trope + IPC reader, in which he ends up realizing his feelings that way.

Maybe it can be when the both of them were in penacony and reader gets close with the Express, or maybe one with the reader fawning over robin nd sunday🤭 maybe even people in general showing a bit too much interest in reader. However, any scenario you’ll think works best is completely fine, im happy with anything🩷 !! lots of love:)

hello my dear !! we are all obsessed with him, it seems :3 also of course !! I added a bit of everything you mentioned in the mix just for funsies :3 <3 I hope that you will enjoy it :) lots & lots of love for you, my dear !!! <3

this is a bit long...I hope you don't mind 😅 also, I kinda imagine Aventurine to shut down when he is jealous, especially if it's before a relationship. Either way, I hope this will satisfy you :)

oblivious idiots in love who can't communicate, reader is kind <3 but a bit impatient and spiteful at a few moments, fan behavior towards robin from march and the reader, jealous aventurine, snappy aventurine, gender neutral reader, no usage of y/n, fluff ! :) perhaps a pinch of angst..?, but mostly lighthearted :3

dividers by @/saradika-graphics :)

Being Aventurine's subordinate had its bad sides and good sides. Bad sides were his irresponsibility at times that left you overworked, but paid quite well. However, one of the benefits was an already paid trip to the Penacony!

You were very excited given that Penacony was a Dreamland filled with amazing ways to have fun and enjoy yourself. 

"I haven't seen you this happy in a while." Aventurine notes in a soft tone as you run up to him, dragging your, beyond huge, suitcase behind you.

"Of course I am happy! I finally get to have a paid vacation, it's been years!" you emphasize as Aventurine takes your suitcase, neatly packing in the back of a trunk of a rather fancy car he ordered.

"Thank you for indirectly telling me that I am a horrible boss." he chuckles as he closes the trunk, slightly readjusting his sleeves afterwards.

"You became my boss only a couple of months ago, so I am not calling you horrible. If anything, you are my favorite!" you say happily as you check if you packed everything in your bag.

Aventurine's gaze softens, there was something odd, yet warm around his heart anytime you'd make a comment like that.

"But I am mostly excited to personally witness Robin's concert! It's going to be incredible, I already got the tickets. She is sososo pretty, it's going to be amazing!" you speak in a happy tone as you show him the two tickets, a smile spreading across your face.

Something stings.

"Ah..well.., we are still going there to work, don't forget that. Job comes first, entertainment second." he states in a firmer tone, slightly crossing his arms.

"Am I hearing that right? Aventurine wants to take the job seriously? We will see how much of that attitude you keep once we hit the casinos." you chuckle as you close up your bag.

Aventurine scoffs, a soft smile appearing on his face as he opens the car door for you, gesturing you to go inside. You nod in silent gratitude as you move a bit so he can enter.

The car ride is more fun than you anticipated. You keep showing Aventurine all the locations you want to visit, all the cool attractions and read the reviews of the hotel. Aventurine seems to be in good spirits as well, listening to you intently and enjoying the ride himself.

Couple of hours pass and you finally arrive at Penacony. It's even bigger and more luxurious than you thought! Good thing that Aventurine is paying for this. 

You enter the hotel lobby, your expression adored in pure awe as you enjoy the beautiful details and huge space. There is some commotion at the reception which catches your attention. It catches Aventurine's attention as well it seems from the serious look he gives you. Both of you walk towards the reception, seeing a couple of people having a discussion with the lobby staff.

"So, because we couldn't arrange it months prior due to her not being on the Express, now she can't come with us?" a red-haired woman speaks, evidently annoyed. However, you notice softness, silkiness in her tone regardless.

"That's what it seems to have happened. We apologize for not notifying you in advance." a polite lady bows down, remaining still for a few moments.

"Now what?!" a pink-haired girl asks in a semi-pitchy tone, her disappointment making your heart soft. You hesitate whether to join the conversation or not, but you think about what if this happened with Aventurine and you. You would want someone to step in, so you try to subside your worries.

"Excuse me.." you say softly, making your way closer to the group. Aventurine gives you an odd look, following right behind you.

"Is sharing rooms not possible here?" you question in a gentle tone, trying not to cause more commotion.

"Not exactly. All of their rooms are for one person only, but it would also be rather troublesome trying to enter the Dreamscape from one bath." the polite staff replies, straightening herself as she looks at you.

You give Aventurine a worried look before you speak up again.

"Can she use my room by any chance?"

"That's kind, however what are you going to do then?" an older gentleman asks you with slight worry in his tone.

"My room is big enough for the two of us, so perhaps we can schedule it when it comes to entering the Dreamscape." you shrug, gazing at Aventurine. He sighs, slowly moving in front of you.

"That won't be necessary. You can be in my room, I just won't enter the Dreamscape. Not that I need it anyway." Aventurine shrugs, a slight boredom in his tone.

"Two people sharing a room that is meant for one is strictly-"

"Please." Aventurine deadpans, slowly urging the staff to move to the side with him. You can't hear their conversation, but it's not that it matters at the moment.

"I am March by the way! This is Himeko and this is Mr Welt Yang!" a pink-haired girl happily approaches you, extending her arm for a handshake. You take her hand, smiling softly.

"And this is Stelle, the one you wanted to give your room to. We are from the Astral Express!" 

Stelle nods, smiling at you and you nod back. You introduce yourself, slightly bowing while doing so.

"The Nameless? To think I'd run into you here. By the way, I am from the IPC and that's my boss, Aventurine. He is a bit much at the times, but he means well." you chuckle as you point at Aventurine, receiving soft smiles from your new friends.

"It's settled, you will be sharing the room with me while she gets your room." Aventurine states as he comes back, earning a big hug of yours. 

"Thank you so much!" you say in an upbeat tone before slowly pulling away from him.

Odd feeling again rushes through Aventurine's body.

"Ah, you are not the one who needs to express gratitude." he says in a semi-playful tone as he gazes at the Trailblazers.

"Thank you very much. We would like to express our gratitude by inviting you to go out with us!" March says enthusiastically and you nod.

"That would be lovely, right Aventurine?" you give him a soft expression and he sighs before he nods as well.

"I suppose we could. It's not every day that you get to indulge with the Nameless." he says in a lighthearted tone and you give him a sweet smile.

"It's settled then!"

Unfortunately, Himeko and Welt had some other plans, so only March, Stelle, Aventurine and you were able to go and explore the city. 

"Also, are you two a couple?" March tilts her head, earning an elbow hit from Stelle. She yelps loudly without a shame which makes you chuckle.

"No, we aren't." you shake your head.

Truthfully, you would never even try to pursue Aventurine given the differences in your positions. Plus, it's not like he had feelings for you or anything, but it was all a nice dream.

"Oh, makes sense." March nods as she thinks about it for a moment.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Aventurine interrupts, his tone holding an offended note to it.

"Oh, no! I mean, it makes sense that the two of you weren't sharing a room already. You know?" she asks shyly, nervousness washing over her.

"Ah, I thought you were implying something else." Aventurine relaxes, nodding slowly.

"See? It seems that you aren't way out of my league!" you laugh as you give him a small wink.

Weird feeling.

Your walk continues and you mostly indulge in a conversation with Stelle. She is a sweet girl, a bit weird, but overall nice. She keeps talking about her missions as a nameless, while also giving you compliments from time to time. 

"She is usually the silent one..what happened to your stoic behavior Stelle?" March teases her, giving her a playful smile.

Stelle's cheeks get a rose shade as her eyes widen at March.

"And you are usually the super talkative one! What...or rather who made you so shy?" she quickly teases back, earning a laugh from you while March lets out noises of nervousness...at least you think that's what it is. Aventurine was fairly silent the whole time, but now he finally speaks up.

"As much as this is fun, we need to head back. We have some business and meetings to attend to." he gestures to you to come closer to him and you do.

"Oh, okay. I will see you later?" you ask, softness in your tone. March opens her mouth to say something, but suddenly an excited scream escapes her throat as she looks somewhere behind you.

"Is that Robin?! The star Robin?!"

"Where?!" you exclaim loudly as you turn your head, quickly noticing her. You panic as March quickly comes up to you, holding your hands and squeezing them tightly.

"Are you also a fan of hers?!" she asks with an evident excitement and you nod, giving her equal excitement back.

"Oh aeons! Should we go and say hello?!" March almost jumps from excitement, her grip on your hands tightening.

Aventurine and Stelle just stare at the two of you with disinterested gazes, even awkwardly.

"I don't know! Wouldn't that be creepy? Plus, she seems busy!" you say a bit more loud than you anticipated, only to hear a silky tone behind your back.

"Never busy enough for my dear fans!" Robin chuckles softly as she puts her hand on your shoulder.

"Oh, especially not if they are this attractive." she gives you a soft smile, her eyes glistening with genuine glow.

"She is touching you..!" March whispers in a panicky manner and you freeze. 

"Can we.., uh.., take a picture with you?" you ask nervously and she nods, gently caressing your back. You quickly, yet clumsily take out your phone and the three of you pose for the picture. You take a couple, your hand a bit shaky from excitement.

"What is a grand star like you doing here alone anyways?" Aventurine asks in a firm tone as he crosses his arms and the three of you turn around. You give him a serious look, urging him to be polite.

"Oh, I am not alone. I am waiting for my brother, we have some special guests to welcome." she replies kindly which makes your heart calmer.

"I am so sorry for his behavior, miss Robin." you bow down a bit, your tone genuinely apologetic.

"Don't mention it! It's nothing. Oh-!" her voice switches from soft to a surprised one as a man, who seems to be her brother, approaches the crowd you made. 

"I told you not to go too far, people are starting to notice you." he sighs, putting a hand on his hip.

"It's okay! If I hadn't, I wouldn't have met my biggest fans. Aren't they cute, Sunday?" she giggles as she wraps her arms around his arm, smiling at March and you afterwards. 

"A sight for sore eyes, indeed. Excuse my behavior, but there are a lot of fans who are...overbearing at times. I have to keep my little sister safe, I hope you can forgive me." he talks calmly and you can't help but enjoy his elegance. 

"It's perfectly okay, we understand!" March exclaims happily and you nod.

"It's not a problem." you confirm, eyes fixated on the two of them. Both are so damn beautiful.

"Oh? You arrived too, Aventurine." Sunday notes in a calm tone.

"I have, but unfortunately I have to cut this meeting short as we have business to attend to." he emphasizes in a slightly annoyed tone, gazing at you firmly as he grips your biceps.

Your expression turns into a panicky one for a moment as you let go of March, making your way next to Aventurine rather quickly.

"I hope that I will see you around soon." Sunday smiles warmly at you and you smile back, while Aventurine keeps poker face, not really expressing anything anymore.

"Me too! Make sure to come to my concert, cuties! You will get VIP seats." Robin blows you and March a kiss, giving a soft wink. You swallow, slightly nervous from Robin's rather intense presence. 

"I already have the tickets." you reply shyly, taking the tickets out of your bag.

"So, I will see you there." Robin smiles, her tone relaxing you.

"So do I! Uh..uh.., where did I put them..?" March trails off as she clumsily searches her clothes.

"Stelle, did you take them? Because if you did, I swear-!"

"No, I didn't. Maybe you left them in the room?" she tilts her head, more calm than you would've been.

"No, I kept it in this pocket! Oh no..-, I lost my ticket." March sighs, her tone pitiful.

"I mean, that's what you get for keeping it in such a tiny pocket." Stelle shrugs, not giving her friend much empathy.

"You are so mean!" 

Aventurine grows impatient, lightly tapping his foot on the ground. You want to leave, but you hear your name being called.

"You have two tickets, right?" Sunday asks, slightly pointing at you.

"Uh...I do, but.."

The other one was for Aventurine. He didn't know that, it was supposed to be a surprise.

March gives you a pleading expression and you crumble on the spot, taking your ticket out of your bag. You give it to her and she jumps from excitement, hugging you tightly.

"You are the best! Thank you!" she exclaims in your ear and you notice Robin and Sunday smiling softly.

"Sure.., but we really have to go now. I will see you guys later." you slowly lean away from March, waving at all of them as Aventurine and you finally go your own way.

The walk is silent. Awfully silent. You walk behind Aventurine, hesitant to say anything. There is a lingering nervousness inside your tummy, even though you didn't do anything wrong. He didn't know the ticket was for him anyways. As your mind overflows in worries, Aventurine's voice brings you to reality.

"You wanted to give them a room, now you gave them your ticket, what's next?" he finally asks, not turning to look at you.

He doesn't understand his behavior or the reason behind his annoyance. You were always kind and helpful which is why he enjoyed your presence. He can't pinpoint the cause of this stinging feeling in his stomach. It's not like the two of you are a couple or something.

"Nothing "is next". I tried to help them." you reply in a defensive tone, but still feeling guilty for no apparent reason. 

It's not like the two of you are a couple or something.

"Whatever you say. We will have a meeting with Sunday this evening, try not to drool as hard as you did just now." he continues in a cold tone, still not looking at you. If anything, he walks faster and you try to keep up.

"I wasn't drooling! Plus, aren't you the one who mentioned that he is "the most handsome man on Penacony"? you imitate his tone from months ago. That was when he announced the trip to you and was walking you through the people you'll be meeting.

"I never said I didn't, but I wasn't the one who was unprofessionally drooling all over him and his sister." he shrugs as he keeps walking quickly, making it a bit harder for you to keep up.

"Well, excuse me for acting accordingly upon seeing the most beautiful man and woman I have ever seen!" you state loudly, for some reason your heart drops to your stomach. You felt as if you wanted to hurt Aventurine, to spite him due to your own feelings.

Ouch. Something in Aventurine snaps for a moment.

He quickly stops, turning to face you.

"And excuse me for not being a better wingman. Tonight I will go to the casino by myself and you can have some alone time with the most beautiful man you have ever seen." he states in a borderline angry tone, his expression difficult to read regardless.

"Of course if that's enough for you since the most beautiful woman you've seen will be busy, unfortunately." he continues in a petty tone before he turns to continue walking.

"What is your problem?!" you ask loudly, but he remains silent, still walking further away from you. You run up to him in order to catch up, however still not receiving a response. You continue walking alongside him, silently and with a very low mood for the rest of the day.

Business meetings go semi-okay as the two of you are unable to really communicate properly. There is a lot of tension which leads to unnecessary bickering, but somehow you finish up everything in a beneficial way for the IPC.

Aventurine is still cold, awfully distant which makes you even more nervous as you make your way to the last meeting. The Sunday meeting. 

He welcomes you in an elegant manner, but you can't shake off the jittery feeling out of your body. It's hard to concentrate, especially because Aventurine keeps up the passive-aggression towards the both of you. Sunday focuses more on talking to you and you welcome it kindly, earning dirty looks from Aventurine. 

Sunday is quite a pleasant man, but he could never be Aventurine.

As the meeting reaches its end, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, too much tension finally getting to you. You try to calm yourself down, not really understanding what's a big deal anymore. You were supposed to come here and have fun, but now you feel like everything you do is utterly wrong and judged by Aventurine. For no apparent reason at all.

The only thing that comes to mind is that, perhaps, he realized the other ticket was for him, so he got mad when you gave it to March. It would be too late and too impolite to ask for it back, so you just swallow the guilt, making a new choice. You go back to the two men waiting for you to wrap up the meeting, still feeling a bit nervous.

"I will be taking my leave now." Aventurine slightly nods, crossing his arms for a moment before he walks away, not saying anything further. You want to reach for him, but Sunday's voice takes your attention away.

"Your boss told me that you admire me quite a lot which makes me quite flattered." he bows down, soft smile on his face.

"Now, that the business is over, would you be interested in having dinner with me, by any chance?" he asks in a silky tone, extending his arm to you. 

That idiot.

You think about it for a moment, biting down on your bottom lip as you watch Aventurine leave. He turns around for a moment, giving you a gaze that you couldn't quite read before he exits the room.

"Thank you, Mr Sunday, I truly appreciate the offer.., but I have some other things to finish." you bow down in an apologetic manner.

"That's quite alright. If anything, I expected that." he nods with a soft smile on his face. You give him a puzzled expression and he just points at the direction where Aventurine took his leave. You widen your eyes at him, soft warmth spreading inside your tummy.

"I shall excuse myself then." you bow down again and Sunday nods, watching you leave the room. You are aware that Aventurine went to a casino, but you decide to go to your shared room. He should blow off some steam and you could use some alone time too. You finally reach the room, swiftly dropping on the sofa. A loud sigh escapes your lung as you quickly take out the ticket out of your purse, gazing over it for a moment. 

If that's really the issue, screw the concert. 

You think to yourself as you rip the ticket apart, leaving its pieces on the table in front of you. Now, all you have to do is wait to confront Aventurine. However, your nerves won't remain still as you keep checking your phone for any message of his.

To your misfortune, none arrive. You try to indulge yourself in reading and catching up to some IPC workers, specifically Topaz, in hopes for the time to fly faster.

Hours pass and you find yourself getting tired. 

Perhaps he won't even sleep here tonight. 

You slowly lean your head back in the chair, letting your eyes close for a few moments as the tiredness washes over you. You have no idea when, but you doze off, having some sweet dream.

The door opens rather abruptly which makes you jump out of the chair. You see Aventurine who gives you a puzzled expression.

"Already back from your date?" he asks in a semi-petty tone, closing the door behind him.

"I didn't go." you say sleepily, slowly straightening yourself in the chair.

"Oh? Why? Did Robin catch your eye more? I can get that done for you as-"

"Aventurine." you cut him off coldly as you stand up to face him. He gazes to the table, noticing the pieces of the ticket.

"Hm?"

"I don't know what your exact issue is, but I am sorry." you say softly, barely looking at him.

"You're sorry? What for?" he almost chuckles as he stands in front of you.

"I don't know!" you exclaim in slight annoyance, mind racing with thoughts.

"Did I irritate you that much that you had to rip off the ticket?" he tilts his head, gazing at the pieces.

"No.., that…" you trail off, sighing.

"I ripped it off because I thought you were mad that I gave March your ticket!" you admit, your confusion about the whole situation and even your own logic growing more expressive and loud.

"My ticket?" he tilts his head again, evidently confused as well now.

"Well yeah. I got two tickets for the two of us. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I thought you figured it out when I showed it to you this morning." you shrug, slightly playing with your fingers to calm down your nerves.

"I didn't. I thought you got two in case you lost one." he replies in a regular tone.

You remain silent.

"So, you thought that ripping the ticket would do...what exactly?" he finally speaks, tone a bit softer as he realizes.

"Make you not be mad at me for whatever reason!" you finally look at him, eyes filled with distress and tiredness.

Aventurine's expression softens as he slowly comes closer to you. He cups your cheek, making your body freeze, yet grow insanely hot within seconds. He rubs gentle circles in your cheek using his thumb, eyes lovingly observing your features.

"You are an idiot." he states bluntly, earning an offended gaze from you.

"I am an idiot." he corrects, chuckling a bit at your reaction.

"I wasn't mad at you, I was selfish." he sighs, swallowing his pride.

"Huh?" you tilt your head, slightly leaning more into his touch.

"I was selfish because...I have feelings..-"

"We all have feelings, Aventurine. Spit it out already!" you exclaim as your nerves get better of you. He pauses for a moment, face a bit more serious.

"For you, in particular." he says slowly, letting his words linger between the two of you for a few moments. An intense warmth spreads through your body, your brain still not connecting all the dots.

"So, I was being selfish by expecting from you to only have eyes for me today and despised the fact that other people were getting your attention..and compliments." he finishes up, slowly leaning away from you.

"I will get you a new ticket for the concert-"

A sudden warmth rushes through you, as this you wished for this moment for quite some time; your hands cupping his cheeks as you press your lips onto his.

He doesn't miss a beat, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to him; his tongue finding yours as the kiss grows more needy and passionate. You slide your arms to his neck, tightly wrapping them as you suck his bottom lip between your lips, letting your tongue slide over it. He does the same to your upper lip, his arms tightening around you. The kiss becomes more desperate, soft whimpers escaping both of your throats and getting muffled by the kiss. Aventurine pulls away, slightly breathless.

"I am sorry for being an idiot.., but I just want you all for myself. If I realized sooner, you'd be mine a long time ago and none of this would've happened." he says with a pinch of desperation in his tone, slowly pulling you even closer.

"Don't worry, we all get jealous sometimes." you tease, soft chuckle following as you give him a soft kiss.

"I wasn't exactly jealous-" he tries to explain himself, but you shush him with another long, passionate kiss. Your body fills up with warmth as Aventurine deepens the kiss, his neediness breaking through each second. He pulls away for just a moment, breathing heavily as he speaks.

"Do you still think Sunday is the most handsome man on Penacony?" he asks breathlessly before he continues kissing you. You chuckle before you pull away for a moment, whispering softly.

"Let's not talk about that." you say playfully, pulling him closer to you.

#aventurine x reader fluff #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #aventurine x yn #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr imagines #hsr fluff #hsr x reader fluff #muse's writings

[ryuttaeng]

My bad on sending the request when it wasn't open. I had no idea.

As you know, Yuna is a huge blink... so gip!Yuna and Jennie's little sister!reader is secretly hooking up and Yuna is scared of Jennie finding out because she doesn't want her idol to hate her, but one day Jennie catches them mid-f*ck.

pairing: gp!yuna x fem!reader

summary: being in entertainment industry always has its pros, meeting your biases included.

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. g!p, unprotected sex, reader is jennie’s sister, swearing/cursing, pet names, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: smut

yuna couldn’t deny the privilege of being an idol. her main goal was to finally meet with her idol, blackpink member, jennie.

and she succeed… in different ways. yuna met with jennie, already befriended her and much more. and by much more she means having sex with her idol’s younger sister. actually, she couldn’t even imagine some kind of relationship between her and jennie’s younger sister, as she only seemed just friendly at first glance.

yuna would explain your glances on her as just being curious about your sister’s k-pop artist friend and nothing more. maybe she was your bias or maybe you was just being nice to her. but one thing led to another and yuna already were thrusting inside you in a brutal pace that midnight.

you was few months younger than yuna, so it wasn’t much difference between you both and actually you both became close friends before you two had sex.

jennie started to question your frequent visits to shin yuna’s apartments but you would always say you would just spend time chatting and she had trust in you.

you softly smiled, as you watched your girlfriend graze your body with her eyes. yuna’s eyes were liquid heat, and yuna could feel herself growing hard. it would never cease to amaze her how you could cause such a reaction in her with just a single look.

you wrapped your hands around yuna’s neck, your lips inches away from her as breath teasing her lips. “i just can’t stop thinking about you the whole day.” your hand teased the waistband of yuna’s pants, as yuna felt her cock twitching in her pants. yuna’s hands trailed down, teasing your entrance as you breathed out.

yuna wanted that heat wrapped around her dick, wanted to feel you clenching around her, feel you trembling in her arms, desperate to come. your hands trailed down on yuna’s body, sending shivers through her spine, as you pulled down her pants along with her boxers. yuna could see you watch in awe as her cock slaps against her stomach, it was a sight you would never get bored of.

not really caring about getting in bedroom, yuna aligned her length with your entrance but doesn’t seem to move. “yuna, please…” you breathed out, moving your hips forward, but it doesn’t seem to help. “i couldn’t hear you, love.” yuna whispered in your ear, making you whine.

“please?” you say again, but louder.

yuna smirks before she slid her length all the way into your wet hole. she could feel your walls almost immediately squeezing around her. starting to pump inside of you, you couldn’t hold back your moans, getting louder with each thrust and digging your nails into yuna’s back.

you could feel every inch of yuna’s hardness sliding in and out of you, filling you up and stretching you with each thrust. loosing themselves, yuna starts to thrust more faster, more primal, both of you on the edge of coming.

“o-oh god!” you both stopped, as you heard someone gasp.

your girlfriend immediately tried to cover you, as you turned your heads to look at the person. you nearly gasped when you saw your sister covering her eyes as she still stood there, definitely confused.

yuna dryly gulped, as she thought the worst possible scenario to come. will your sister be against your relationship? what would jennie think about her? she wanted to speak up, apologising, but jennie spoke first.

“i- you at least could’ve told me that you’re busy here, y/n!” jennie said, still covering her face. “i-i’m sorry, jen, i can explain…” you tried to indeed explain her, but your sister only shook her head. “no, i already know about your relationship, you guys not so good at covering it up. i will… go now.” and she left.

yuna still eyed the closed door as jennie left, blinking twice before she looked at you. “oh my god, do you think she’s gonna hate me?” she blurted out, definitely musing about it. you caressed her cheek, calming her down. “no, no she wouldn’t. i will talk with her later about it, no one’s gonna interfere our relationship.” and you felt yuna relaxing at your words.

few seconds of silence before yuna leaned in and softly kissed you. parting away, she looked at the other direction. “do you think she heard us when we had sex for the first time?” yuna asked mostly herself. “…i hope the answer is negative.”

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #itzy smut #itzy yuna #yuna smut #yuna x female!reader #yuna x reader #gp!yuna

[jenniferjareauwife]

Surprise

pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

word count: 865

summary: 4th part to its a datemoving in with jj has caused you to get a little homesick but she's there to help

I had decided to move to DC with JJ. It was the best for both of us. She couldn't give up her job and my mental health would be better in DC, where I was more accepted. I had only lived here for about a month and it was going great, I got to see the love of my life everyday and get unlimited kisses and cuddles. The sex was even better too. It was also more inclusive. There weren't as many slurs or discrimination up here than there was in Texas.

Even though it was so much better than my hometown I still missed my old home. I loved waking up to the sun rising, not cars honking in the streets. And I liked seeing my animals everyday. I couldn't do that here. It was amazing waking up next to JJ everyday but there were somethings Texas had that DC lacked. "Baby?" My girlfriend poked my cheek as she saw me lost in thought. "You ok? You look like you're thinking a bit too hard there."

"Yeah I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

"I'm gonna head to the coffee place down the street. You want anything?"

"Bagel sandwich please." She smiled before leaning down to press a kiss on the top of my head.

"You got it."

She came back 20 minutes later, giving me my bagel sandwich. I didn't eat it though. I wasn't in the mood. "Honey?" I asked quietly.

"Mhm?"

"Can we cuddle?"

"I think I can do you one better." She grabbed her car keys again. "Let's go."

"Go where?"

"It's a surprise. Come on." She put her hand on my lower back and led me out the apartment door.

"Jayje I want to stay home." She smiled, loving how I already called it home. It did feel like home. Since the first time I visited her and woke up in her bed, saw her get ready for work in the morning. It was home.

"You'll like this place better. I promise." I frowned but I trusted her.

The car ride wasn't super long, just 20 minutes. We were driving out of DC and surprisingly, there was a lot of country. This looked more like home. "Where are we going?" I asked again.

"It's a surprise baby." She rested her hand on my upper thigh, playing with the frays of my jean shorts. I put my hand over hers and squeezed it. "I want you to be happy here."

"I am happy here. I wouldn't have decided to move here if I didn't want to JJ."

"I know. I'm just saying...it's natural to feel homesick, and it's ok if you're homesick. I just want you to come to me about it instead of acting like everything's ok."

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I just thought you might get offended."

"We've been together seven months. I wouldn't be offended if you were homesick." She laughed and the car stopped. I looked straight ahead. We were at a farm.

"There are farms in DC?"

"This isn't DC silly." She laughed. "I didn't know you were this clueless about DC geography, Texas." I blushed at the nickname.

"Well I've only lived here for a month and I've only traveled a few blocks from the apartment. Don't judge me."

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and squeezed my thigh. I got out of the car, my eyes widening when I saw horses.

"Can I go?"

"Yeah baby. You can do whatever you want." She laughed as I ran up to one of the horses, petting its head before hugging its neck. JJ stayed a few steps back, watching with a huge smile on her face.

"Honey come here!"

"No...I'm good."

"Please?" I gave her my best puppy eyes and she couldn't help but give in. She came up behind me and gave me a hug. "Give the horse a hug."

"Baby I'm not comfortable with that."

"But they're so comforting. Look how calm he is! Please. Just a little hug."

"Ok. Fine. Only because I love you." She have my bare shoulder a kiss before moving around to his other side, hugging him loosely."

"Isn't it comforting?" I rested my head against his neck.

"Yeah." She admitted. "I like your hugs better though." I giggled.

"Yeah. My hugs are pretty great." I looked all around, seeing how much land was around. It reminded me of my ranch back in Texas."

"You ok?" JJ asked quietly, walking back over to me and giving me another hug.

"Mhm." She kissed my cheek and my jaw. "It reminds me of Texas. I miss it." I turned my head to peck her lips.

"I know you miss it my love and it's ok to miss it." She rubbed my back.

"We should go home...before I get too attached to this cutie." JJ laughed.

"You mean me, right?"

"No."

"You didn't even hesitate." She backed away.

"Sorry."

"You're definitely not sorry." I laughed and jogged over to her, kissing her gently on the lips.

"Let's go home." I whispered, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"I love you." She pressed a kiss to my forehead, rubbing my back.

"I love you too."

#x reader #criminal minds #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau x reader #wlw post #lgbtq #jennifer jareau x you

[med-ex]

feelin rlly idk HAPPY?? over this franchise as a whole✨

I wasn't even alive for Fallout 1 & 2 - but upon entering the world 3 years after they were released, would grow up hearing its name constantly... never did i think it would take GTA's place as my favourite video game series. Like literally never thought the weird little isometric game talked about by my older cousins would be the one.

I played Fallout 3 at the worst period of my life- it became a pure escape from graduating high school, becoming a severe alcoholic and moving off my mountain into my province's capital city. I was in love with it to the point that when I came home to my family home to visit, I would haul my xbox 360 in my backpack and strap my little tv to my back with a rope- ✨that's✨ how addicted I was to it.

It resonated with me in a way no other game series has. No, I obviously didn't grow up in the same standards as the wastes, but could resonate with foraging for food, no clean water & mess, destruction and despair everywhere you turned.

Fast forward a year or so, and I try Fallout: New Vegas. This is where it finally became my favorite series ever. I could list all the reasons, but they're similar to what you'll see all over the net; it's just amazing. I already was all "fuck the government" since I was a child but it made me think- think about the rule of authority, think about perseverance, weigh out what "right" and "wrong" truly means and the blurred line between the two.

By the time I was 21, I tried Fallout 4. It took some getting used to in the terms of its modern graphics, but I really loved how I got to experience conversations that felt like I was actually having them. I loved building the world back up and when I was brave enough to try mods- then shit got real interesting. I was already obsessed with Fallout 3 & NV but we can thank Fallout 4 for getting me into the community as a whole.

I was one of the ones to make fun of FO76- the launch was a huge part of that, but I just didn't understand how it could ever truly fit into the Fallout series. I played it for the first time when I was 2022, and now after 2 years I wholeheartedly regret shitting on it so hard. There are so many cool quests/stories and though some of them are silly seeing as it's online-based and they need to cater to that and though it's a bit strange at first, it feels so cool to be around other players adventuring the wastes + actually having to persist to build your own base, feed yourself and survive- as console commands don't exist in the same realm they used to with the earlier titles.

Now, we arrive at the airing of the first Fallout television show. I seriously thought it was gonna be shit- I just couldn't imagine them being able to do a good job but as we can see, here we are. The show is amazing and I didn't even know it was something I wanted so badly. The only real-life renditions of Fallout I've seen is that one live action trailer for 76 + cosplay- so seeing it in film, is seriously so fucking cool.

Idk guess im just gettin a little ✨sentimental✨ towards a series that has given me so many lessons, so much ability to cope with my own shit + gotten me into such a fun community filled with funny jokes, amazing art, discussions and rich lore that maybe one day could leave the video game + TV screen and become even a book.

Ty to the crew of original artists who started this back in the 90s, and thank you to the crew of artists at Bethesda in this current century who kept this game going💖

#fallout #fallout series #fallout amazon #fallout tv series #fo4 #fo76 #fo3 #fnv #bethesda game studios #bethesda #fallout prime #fallout 4 #fallout 76 #fallout 3 #piqttextpost

[crowborn666-writes]

Red Feathers

(Real in Río popped up in my shuffle list and I NEEDED to write this. Such a jam. The song probably doesn’t match the vibe I’ve got in mind for this fic, but the image of Hawks seeing his s/o wearing red feathers won’t leave my head.)

Hawks x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

Summary: While enjoying a festival in Japan, you’re suddenly dragged away to create a surprise for your husband.

(Reader has an established quirk similar to Monoma’s where they can copy quirks! You can copy a quirk longer than Monoma can, but the drawback is a weakening in power using said quirk. I’m calling it Mimicry.)

~~~~~~

You and Keigo walked hand in hand, weaving through the crowd as you visited the various shops and stalls.

You had come to this festival every year since you were little, but this is the first time you were going with your husband.

“What do you think we should do next?” Keigo asked, just as you caught sight of familiar white ears.

Mirko was suddenly pulling you off to the side, shouting to Keigo that she’d return you later.

“I’ll be back, Kei!” You laughed behind you, earning an easy grin and a wave in return.

“(Y/n), me and a few others are gonna do the annual dance up on the stage, but we need a bird. Think you can copy Hawks’ quirk for a while?”

You flushed at the thought of so many people watching you dance, but then the image of a red faced Keigo popped into your head.

And you love seeing a red faced Keigo.

So naturally you agreed.

You and Mirko had practiced the dance ever since you both were little kids, so you knew it by heart.

You were pulled backstage, sending a quick text to Keigo to go see the show for a surprise.

You were dressed up in a short, red and black yutaka, and as the other girls were tying up your hair, you grasped the red feather earrings you wore and copied Keigo’s quirk from them. Red plumes of feathers sprouted from your shoulder blades, fanning out into brilliant red wings.

A few costume feathers were tied into your hair, and after a bit of makeup you were ready.

Mirko was naturally dressed up as a rabbit, and one of the Pussycat girls was there to stand in as a cat.

The dance told a story that featured animals in the forest, and how they had to put differences aside to guide a human home.

You all got into position, and waited for the curtains to open as the music and narration began.

Keigo had wandered up to the huge stage you’d mentioned in your text, just in time for the narration to begin. He quickly dug out his phone camera, ready to record the show for you in case you missed it when the curtains opened.

He froze, thumb hovering over the record button until his phone locked itself again, a heavy flush overtaking his face as he spotted red feathers.

The bird was introduced in the play, and you stood in time, flaring out the winged copy of his quirk for emphasis of your character.

The other girls were introduced soon after, and the play went on normally, just like every year before it.

But Keigo was too distracted to pay attention, too focused on the red feathers that adorned your form. Keigo couldn’t look away. Was his face as red as the feathers? Were his own wings puffed up?

The play ended sooner than he would’ve liked, but you came waltzing up to him once people began to disperse.

“What’d you think, Kei?” You asked, grinning cheekily at his blushing face.

Keigo was at a loss for words, eyes roving over your costumed form before he shook his head.

“You were amazing! I didn’t know you could dance so well.”

It was your turn to flush now. “Ah well, practicing that dance with Mirko for several years has its perks.”

He was at your ear now, arms looping around you to pull you closer. “You should borrow my quirk more often.”

You giggled in response, patting his chest. “I borrow it again when we get home, for now I need to return this costume.”

#mha #bnha #mha hawks x reader #bnha hawks x reader #hawks x reader #hawks #keigo takami #mha keigo takami #bnha keigo takami #keigo x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

[pebble-of-gold]

WOO 2023

Lets talk about my top 10 films that came out in 2022! I watched a lot of films last year!

1. Everything everywhere all at once

I could write essays on this movie but putting it simply I watched this film in theatres 5 times. There was nothing in this movie that dissapointed me. Its an incredible example of nihilism vs existentialism and I cried 3/5 times i saw it. I now own it on dvd.

2. Bullet train

Bullet train I saw ever so slightly less coming in at 4 cinema visits! Fantastic visuals and soundtrack. Wonderful casting and a fabulously written script! One of my favourite examples of a film that is just fun to watch. I'll be honest on the 3rd and 4th time I was a bit bored but theres not as much going on to rewatch as EEAAO.

3. Black panther: Wakanda forever

I started crying and I dont know if I stopped? An incredibly touching tribute to Chadwick Boseman and a heartbreaking reminder of who we've lost. I think this is the best marvel movie since endgame honestly.

4. The unbearable weight of massive talent

Nick Cage is unironically one of my favourite actors and him and pedro pascal have created an amazing piece of media here. It is so funny and thats all it needs to be! Its just 2 guys getting to know eachother. Fair enough theres some action and spy shit going on but with that removed it is just pure fun.

5. NOPE

A slightly controversial one I know, However, I will never get over the wacky inflatable arm tube men. Im not even joking. They are what made me want to see the film in the first place! No but an excellent example of terror vs fear and a perfect film to discuss questions like "how far should you go for the shot" and issues like exploitation of animals.

6. Three thousand years of longing.

First and foremost its Tilda Swinton and Idris Elba enough said. This movie is gorgeous. The cinematography is beautiful and the costumes the makeup the set design the props my word they did not dissapoint! The message of the film is largely isolation but also behind that theres a sense of love is eternal and how much would you do for love. I couldn't recommend this film more.

7. Matilda

Ok this one is the music and choreography for me. It's a fun film and i loce the set design for it. The costume for mrs wormwood is to die for and I want it all. Theres not a huge moral like the others on the list its a good example of what goes around comes around and good prevails. The camerawork is amazing too.

8. The Menu

Everyone in this film is an awful person EXCEPT Anya Taylor Joy's Character and I live for it. The pacing is wonderful, the camerawork again fantastic and the characterisation!!! There is so much tension and it keeps building until you reach the climax its a wonderful. I like to think the film is about anti capitalism and the death of creatives due to the preassure of critics.

9. The banshees of inisherin

My favourite type of media is where nothing happens but SO MUCH happens. (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead is a wonderful example of this) and Banshees is an amazing example of that. At its core its about loss and lobelyness. Plus It has a RELATIVELY ACCURATE autistic character and thats my favourite part.

10. Don't worry darling

DON'T BOO ME DON'T YOU DARE. OK I ENJOYED IT. SOMEONE HAD TO! HARRY'S ACTING WASN'T EVEN THAT BAD YES IT COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH SHIT GOING ON CAN YOU BLAME HIM! plus I was living for the drama of DWD and no it was not at all about feminism or the female orgasm but it was about control and it was a fantastic film to showcase that.

Honorable mentions go to:

Where the crawdads sing, Batman, The bad guys, Sing 2, violent night, JJK:0, Multiverse of madness.

Thor does not get an honorable mention and I will not see avatar 2 because I want it to flop.

#2022 #movies #cinema #this is my opinion #tag me with your own! #I watched a lot this year this is a small snippet #marvel #black panther wakanda forever #everything everywhere all the time #everything everywhere all at once #bullettrain #the unbearable weight of massive talent #nope film #jordan peele #matilda #matilda the musical #matilda 2022 #the menu #three thousand years of longing #the banshees of inisherin #dont worry darling

[isleofair]

Tiger & Bunny Week Day 7/8

Tiger & Bunny Second Series Anniversary

A bit late for this, but I really like Season 2, so I didn't want to miss a chance to talk about it... and luckily the Week had an extra day for catching up! 😅

If I tried to make a list of my favorite moments this would just turn into a massive FireSky post (which is a nice idea, but maybe for some other time). So I decided to go quirky with it: since Season 2 is, especially in its first cour, heavily defined by the Buddy hero system, I picked out my favorite little character moments that are not Buddy-related.

Ryan being a dramatic dummy with Bunny

Look at him. He decided that sunglasses and a baseball cap are enough for him to be incognito, without changing out of his blindingly flashy golden shirt. He is ready to leave the city because he thinks his partner is abandoning him, based on... her having two conversations with another colleague, one of which he secretly videotaped, only half heard, and wildly misinterpreted.

But he did go to the only person who never explicitly turned his back on him, even though they were partners for only, what, days? A few weeks, at most?

This is so ridiculous, but also so damn sad. And it made me grow so fond of this big idiot.

Someone give him a hug.

Ivan making puppy eyes at Bunny

I still cannot believe this is a thing that happened 😂

"Gee, it sure would be nice if someone who is not me very casually gave my Buddy the exact personal information about my life that he needs to figure out why I'm currently mad at him..."

Ivan truly is one of the characters of all time, lol.

Bunny with Kaede

I just get incredibly moved about Bunny essentially co-parenting Kaede, and episode 2x07 just takes the cake for this. He's so kind and available with her, without ever being overbearing (look at how he's giving her space here, just to mention one tiny detail).

I think if Early Season 1 Bunny could see himself here, he could never believe his eyes.

I'm so happy he got to be this soft, loving, loved version of himself, and to have some kind of family again. 💗

Pao-Lin and Ivan visiting Nathan and Keith in the hospital

I thought it was such a nice touch to have each of them take care of the older hero they look up to the most. I'm a huge fan of the relationship between Pao-Lin and Nathan (or, as I call them, The Gender Squad); the moment Pao-Lin frees Nathan from her nightmare is SO amazing. And I love the scene where Keith reassures Ivan that he acknowledges him as a hero, and I think it's very important for both of their characters.

Essentially this little moment here is a way a callback to two of my favorite moments in The Rising... no wonder I liked it.

Keith sweating at the very thought of having to lie

Look, I know, not much to say about this, but he's just. So. Dang. Precious. 🥹 I love this man to bits. 💙💜💙

#The Tiger & Bunny Week was SO much fun! #tiger & bunny #tnbw

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Dragon and the Rose {Pt. 03 of 03}

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader

Chapter word count: 1.8 K

Summary: It was your first time visiting King's Landing, and you were expecting countless different things from such a journey... But you could never imagine you'd get the Prince's attention.

<- Previous part (02)

{House of the Dragon Masterlist}

The Colors of your House

You were soaking in a warm bath, looking at the morning sky through the large windows when a shadow covers the light for half a second.

But, despite your Septa's complaints as she was putting down the gowns for you to choose, you can't help but smile. It was easy to spot the rider, even though the dragon flew by at amazing speed. Daemon's eyes were fixed on you for that brief time, and you saw the shadow of a smile on his lips.

“Completely unacceptable.” The Septa was still murmuring when the maids came to help, and you stepped out of the tub and they wrapped a robe of light blue silk around you.

“That one, Septa.” You say, pointing. “The rose one.”

She nods, and the makes start the process of drying, brushing, and styling your hair before they help you put on the dress.

The rose color was mixed with gold in the patterns, forming roses all over the fabric, and you choose to put a golden, thick belt on top, around your waist. When you're ready, you sit in your privy chambers, chatting with the ladies and waiting... There was some talk of why you were so well dressed only for receiving the ladies and making merry with them - and sewing, and gossiping, and all the things you dislike -. But you know.

And twenty minutes into the light conversation with the ladies, Prince Daemon is announced. Everyone jumps up to their feet, and so do you, much slower, unable to hide your smile. When Daemon walks into the chambers, you make a courtesy, like everyone else.

“My fair Lady.” He says, walking over to you as you rise from your courtesy. “I came to take you to see the castle.”

See the castle? Well, surely there are places you haven't been to yet, given the greatness of the Red Keep. “Of course, my Prince.”

And you let him guide you through the castle, having the same, sweet conversations you always have. Daemon asks about your day, how well you're feeling here in the capital, and if everyone has been treating you kindly. And you ask him about his duties with the City Watch and give him advice about the problems he always runs into both with the council and with the city itself.

When he takes you to a litter outside the castle, you give him a puzzled look. “Not gonna tell.” He simply says, taking your hand to help you get inside the carriage.

It takes some time for you to realize where he's taking you, because when you came here some time ago, you were in a rush, not really paying attention to anything. “Daemon...” You call, looking outside through the window. The simply Prince smiles.

Once the litter stops, he helps you down. And his aid was much appreciated because your eyes were already on the dragon. “Oh!” You exclaim, a smile on your lips. “Hello again, Caraxes.” Slowly, you walk towards the beast, Daemon by your side.

The dragon eyes both you and Daemon, its huge, curious eyes moving from him then back at you. “I think he missed you.” The Prince says, just when you're near the dragon.

Caraxes lowers its head towards you, and you, hesitantly at first, tough him. The dragon seems to relax a little, letting out a heavy breath. “Nice to see you too.” You say to him, caressing the thick scales under your hand.

“Caraxes is... Very gentle with you for some reason,” Daemon says, coming to stand next to you and touching his dragon as well.

“And why would that be?”

Daemon glances at you, that never-fading smile lighting up his features. “Dragons are very intelligent creatures. They can both feel how their rider's sentiment towards people, and people's nature.” You meet his stare, eyebrows furrowed. “You're a kind woman. And I'm in love with you. So yes, Caraxes likes you very much.”

With your cheeks burning up, almost as much as the dragon, you look away. “Thank you for bringing me to see him, my Prince.”

“See him?” He chuckles. “Oh, no, my Lady.” He points at somewhere above you with his chin and, following the direction, you see the saddle on Caraxe's back. “I brought you here to ride him.”

You gasp, a smile taking over your lips as you look back at Daemon. “Is it a jest?”

“I never jest about dragons.” He comes closer taking your hand. “And I know you always wear trousers under your dresses because you have a tendency for a craving to ride off on horseback impulsively, even when you shouldn't.” He knows you well. “So, my Lady. Shall we? Dragonstone is waiting for us.”

Now you get what he meant. The castle he means to show you were never the Red Keep.

Trying not to seem so nervous, you let him help you up onto the dragon. Daemon put you seated in front of him, straddling the dragon as you do a horse. Daemon warns you about everything he remembers to. About the speed, immensely superior to the fastest horse. The wind, that whips on the face. The curves, that might make you feel like you'll slip away and fall. But he also assures you he won't let go of you and, if you're scared, he'll circle back and bring you to King's Landing.

Taking all his words in, you prepare yourself for the ride of your life... But, after the heavy lurch from the ground, when you're being pulled into the sky, above the clouds, you're breathless. You're in a dream, lost in the bluest sky you've ever seen.

“(Y/N)?” Daemon's voice brings you back to reality. “Are you alright?”

Before any words flow out your mouth, you nod. “I can't even... I don't know what to say.” You have to raise your voice a little, because the wind is wild, and you decide to let your hair down from the half bun you had, pulling the braids over your shoulder. “It doesn't seem real. It's too beautiful to be real...”

Daemon chuckles, his arms holding you tightly. “I agree. It doesn't matter how many times I fly, it never gets boring.” Then, the dragon makes a turn, and you hold on tighter to the saddle. “Don't worry. I'd never let you fall.”

•••

Once you reach Dragonstone, you're a mess as you walk the path to the castle. The place is so beautiful you feel like Caraxes brought you into something like Heaven. Daemon takes you around the Castle, showing you everything there is to show in the course of two days. He showers you with gifts. Jewels, both Westerosi and foreign, brought from across the Narrow Sea for you. And also dresses, in the Targaryan style, in the Targaryen colors.

When it's time to go back to King's Landing, you put on a red dress that leaves both your shoulders exposed and a dragon-shaped necklace around your neck.

The moment Caraxes lands, you're already missing the wonders of Dragonstone. “I hope you'll take me back there. It's a beautiful castle.”

Daemon helps you get down, and you make sure to caress the sweet dragon before walking with Daemon to your litter. “Don't worry, my Lady. I will.”

On the ride back, you exchange kisses with Daemon, because such things have to be kept secret while in the palace. That's another thing you'll miss, the freedom Dragonstone gave you to express your affections.

“Here we are,” Daemon says when you stop. The door is pulled open, and the Prince steps out before offering you his hand.

“Here we are.” You say, holding his hand and getting out of the litter... And that's when you see it.

You're right in front of the entrance to the Great Hall, which has its door wide open. The place is decorated with flowers and dragons, and there are a lot of people around, and in the Hall. “My Lady.” The Prince put your arm on his, and guides you inside.

“I... Don't understand.” You whisper.

“You will.” As you walk over to the Throne, people nod at you, staring with a new kind of... Prestige.

Once you're before the King, he gets up, climbing down to the middle of the stairs. Prince Daemons turn to look at you. “My Lady Tyrell.” He begins. “I have already spoken with both the King and your father about this, but since this match is made for my heart more than for the realm, I wish to know if you'll give me the honor of having you as my beloved wife.”

At that moment, there's no one else. No crowd of noble Lords and Ladys certainly brought here for this moment. Not the King, standing there to show everyone he approves of this match. Nobody else matters.

So, instead of saying yes, you stand on your toes and kiss him, right there before the eyes of the realm. You're only brought back to reality because the Hall erupts in cheers and clapping.

Pulling away from the kiss, you look up at Daemon. “The honor would be mine, my Prince.”

“Say what you mean.” He whispers. “Answer me, not them.”

That makes you smile. “Yes, my love. I will be your wife.” And this time, he kisses you.

“The marriage will happen in a fortnight, so the preparations must start at once!” The King says, and everyone starts moving out of the Hall, at the same moment workers come flooding the place. “And then, the Lady Tyrell shall be called Princess (Y/N) Targaryen.”

“Now I understand.” You tell Daemon, your hand on his as you walk away from the Hall. “Why you wanted me to use this dress.”

“The colors of your House.” When you turn into a hall, Daemon pulls you against his chest, using a pilaster to keep you from any curious eyes. “I don't mean to make you a Princess. Or to form an alliance with Highgarden, we already have that. All I want is you. Viserys wasn't very happy about this arrangement, but I manages to change his mind.”

“How?”

“I promised to shut myself in Dragonstone unless he wants me here... So I hope you won't mind living there.” He says, a small smile on his lips.

“As long as you're there with me, I won't mind it one bit.”

“Really? Or is it because you really liked it?” Daemon pokes your side lightly, right at your ticklish spot.

Squirming a little, you giggle. “I'm leaving my home for you, Daemon... Here, Dragonstone... As long as-”

“As long as we're together, it doesn't matter the place.”

Biting your lips, you wrap your arms around his neck. Some people pass by, but you don't mind. Soon enough you'll be his wife. “Exactly. But now...” Making a small pause, you peck his lips. “I must see my father... And the Septa... And all the Ladies. They must be joyful.”

Daemon rolls his eyes. “After the wedding, I'll need a month alone with you... Maybe more than that.”

With your cheeks burning, you take a step back. And when you make a low curtesy, Daemons bows, just as low. “I'll see you shortly, my Prince.”

“I will miss you very much, my Princess.”

@ayamenimthiriel @moonmaiden1996 @sandronebabyy @ephemeralninon @ateliersss @omgsuperstarg @stitchattacks

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[seodami]

Ballerina | PSH

Genre: fluff pure flufff

Warning: none despite Seonghwa being cheesily in love

Word count: 2361

Pairing: idol!Park Seonghwa x ballerina!reader

Note: thissss is so cute to imagine!!!! I went to the ballet the other day and I was enchanted by it’s magical atmosphere and the dancers were absolutely amazing and so skilled! So seonghwa is just the perfect candidate to write such an elegant gentle imagine about✨ tell me what you think!

The moment, Seonghwa laid his eyes for the first time on you, you were fulfilling your dream. Dancing ballet in front of thousands of people in such a beautiful costume, it was truly a scene from a dream. Everything about you looked ethereal that exact moment. How your elegant yet sharp movements flowed together fluidly to a beautiful piece of art, capturing his very own heart. How your hair moved so effortlessly wonderful. How the light hit you just perfectly in the right angles, showing the viewers your every authentic expressions.

You were truly ethereal for Seonghwa. He couldn’t dare to take his eyes off of you for even a second. You were just Art for him. Art, that he thinks he might not deserve seeing. But you, oh you just loved being a ballerina. An infinite amount of joy and euphoria rushes through your body every time you step on stage, hearing the endless applause and feeling unbelievable thankful to be able to live your dream.

You had always been a strong believer of fate, seeing how your life just falls into place on its own. It made you feel so happy and thankful, each time you think about it.

After Seonghwa clapped way to much and way to enthusiastic after the performance, he couldn’t help but have the urge to see it again, see you again. This beautiful image of you was burned at the inside of his head, he just couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to know more about you. He wasn’t that intrigued about someone for a very long time and he knew he had to act or he would probably regret it for the rest of his life.

Even though Seonghwa wasn’t very vocal about his newfound interest, his mother immediately noticed and caressed the nape of his neck affectionately, sending him a knowing look. “Our dear Y/n was beautiful, wasn’t she? Everytime we visit her performances, we are starstruck just like you, son.” She circled her arm around her younger sons as they walked out of the huge theater, seeing his ears perk up.

“Y/n?” He repeated her name, his mother nodding. “She was wonderful…” the man almost timidly admitted while his eyes started to sparkle as he thought about you again. This place and you had something magical and he was enchanted.

“You should meet her. Or congratulate her on her performance. She’ll appreciate that very much I think.” the older woman mentioned with a encouraging squeeze of his sons arm to which he immediately nodded.

Not even a day later, as you entered the changing room, you found a beautiful bouquet of vibrant purple and soft pink flowers laying on your table. An attached card indeed verified that they were for you.

“To y/n y/l/n, the ballerina who captured my heart at yesterdays performance. Let’s meet again, Park Seonghwa”

Your heart jumped for a second, a smile automatically finding its way to your lips. You were always so grateful by all the positive feedback you got on a regular basis. It made you feel appreciated and seen for all the hardships you had encountered along your way. Putting the flowers inside one of your best vases at home, you smiled thankfully at the gift.

The second time Seonghwa saw you, was on a billboard. He was coming back from an oversea schedule, mindlessly looking out of the window, admiring the busy colorful streets of Seoul. He had traced little stars onto the fogged up window surface beside him, unconsciously reminding him of you. And as if fate wanted to give him a nudge, on the next red light, he was met with a huge billboard of you for your next ballet. Tonight. Your elegant figure inside a wonderfully flowing green dress. It hit his heart harder than he thought and he was brought back to your last performance.

He still hadn’t forgotten, he simply was too busy to keep up. But seeing your picture again, he wanted to literally hit his head against the window.

“Hey guys…” he suddenly hesitantly started out, gathering the younger members attention, “Does someone want to go to the ballet with me today?” The silence inside the car showcased their surprised expressions. “The ballet? Today? You are so random, hyung.” Jongho was the first to speak before closing his eyes again. “The only thing I’m down to is sleeping, sorry.” He heard San mumble next to him, voice drunken with sleep.

Seonghwa nodded and turned back looking outside, thinking how he possibly could go alone to a ballet to see you again. It was then when a tiny tap on his shoulder noticed him of the younger boy behind him. “I could go.” Yeosang mumbled with a small smile, having seen Seonghwas starstruck gaze on the billboard before. “I told you my sister got a job at the ballet last year. It wouldn’t hurt to visit her.” He explained and almost giggled at Seonghwas bright expression.

“She works there? Like as a ballerina or-?” He turned his body fully towards Yeosang now. He shook his head in denial. “No no something like assistant stage director. Don’t ask me about details though.” Inside Seonghwas head, multiple scenarios played at the same time. His brain runs on full power, thinking about the newfound possibilities. Could he actually meet you? Tell you in person how wonderful you were on stage?

Instead of voicing out his chaotic thoughts, he carefully turned back to look outside, trying to form a plan he could propose to his friend. He didn’t want his emotions to be out in the wild just as about now.

And indeed, the two boys managed to get last minute tickets, which were way too expensive for Yeosangs liking. However the view on stage was phenomenal, seeing the fantastic storyline unroll in front of their own eyes. After plenty of pestering from his member, Seonghwa didn’t have any other possibility than admit his growing interest in the main ballerina. If it wasn’t for Yeosangs gentle personality, the older boy would probably drown in embarrassment and teasing. Yet, his teammate had already formed a plan, messaging his sister with rapid fingers smashing the phones keyboard. He couldn’t wait from excitement.

When the show was over, Yeosang could see where his friends fascination came from. It was a beautiful ballet. And seeing Seonghwas eyes full of adoration, he took matters in his own hand. “Come on now. We got to meet a certain ballerina.” Without another word, he dragged him downstairs towards the backstage area, where his sister was already waiting at the entrance.

“Yeosangie…I can’t believe you actually visit me. How was the flight?” She engulfed his younger brother in a tight embrace, making the boy whimer in embarrassment. “It was good. Actually Seonghwa proposed going here today.” He sent him a teasing smile, making him blush in the slightest. “Oh really? A man with taste.” The woman playfully punched his brother in the shoulder, making him whine again.

Seonghwa giggled at the unfolding scene in front of him, clasping the bouquet of orange roses inside his hands. He greeted her with a warm smile, nervousness rising every passing second. “You want to meet Y/n, am I right? Yeosang told me that much.” She grinned knowingly, making Seonghwas blush rise to his ears as he admitted to it.

“Well then, what are we waiting for? Follow me boys.”

On the way backstage towards your personal dressing room, Yeosangs sister told them both interesting stories about you and the ballet itself as well as her job. Seonghwa was reminded of their own backstage area as he saw the uncountable amount of cables and technology, random carts of clothes standing in the corners and multiple people rushing around, talking busily in excitement and stealing glances at the two tall men.

“And here we are. Y/n should be in there.” She noted to the closed door with a pink star attached to it. Your name was written on it in white elegant lettering. Seonghwas heart raced. Palms sweaty. Before he could even prepare himself, Yeosangs sister was knocking on the door, hearing your soft voice in allowance to enter.

And there you stood, still in your elegant green dress and glittery make up. Your hair was now opened into elegant waves, in contrast to your braided hair on stage. It almost took Seonghwas breath away. You were so beautiful. It almost hurt. All he could see was you and all he could think about was you. And he didn’t know what to say. He just flabbergasted stared at you, probably looking like a fool at this moment.

“Y/n this is my younger brother Yeosang and his friend Seonghwa. They really wanted to meet you.” She explained gesturing towards the two taller men. Seonghwa sweated so much when you sent them a soft smile. “Really? I hope you enjoyed tonight’s performance.” You bowed, reaching your hands out for a handshake. Seonghwa knew his hands were sweating abnormally much and he prayed you won’t notice. But god, to him you were the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on and you looked even more stunning up close.

“It was absolutely beautiful.” Seonghwa gently mentioned, making you focus on him. “I couldn’t stop watching.” You thanked him with your hands clasped over your heart. Your eyes met his and you swear never ever had you seen such a gorgeous man before. He was breathtaking painfully gorgeous, your eyes always shifted back to him.

With an almost timid smile, he reached you a bouquet of beautiful orange roses, making your heart literally flutter. “For me?” You asked just as timid suddenly. He nodded once again, starting to ramble nervously about how he thought you would enjoy them but not being sure about the color choice and if you got a hundred other bouquets from admirers. You were adoring him already. His soft spoken words touching your heart in the most kindest way possible. “Thank you. They are wonderful. I love flowers.” You took a sniff and was enamored by its fresh flowery scent.

Yeosang giggled inside of his sweater paw, secretly cooing at this cute interaction. It wasn’t often that he saw his hyung so flustered and nervous.

“They just came back from overseas today, right boys?” Yeosangs older sister nudged them, having her brother nod in agreement. “Yes we held a concert in Japan yesterday. It was actually Seonghwas idea to come here tonight.” Yeosang pointed towards the older male, whose blush slowly crept up again. Your eyes widen in surprise. “A concert? Are you musicians? I feel like I have seen your faces somewhere.” You asked in fascination, roses tightly pressed against your chest.

Both men nodded, Yeosang leaving it to Seonghwa to explain. “We are part of a group called Ateez. We are not that famous, really.” Seonghwa humbly explained, making you gasp in recognition. “Ateez. Yes, I know Ateez. I knew I recognized you from somewhere.” Your eyes were literally shining. Seonghwa couldn’t stop admiring your beauty. And oh how sweet you were.

“That’s awesome. I never met real celebrities before. I have watched you on music bank once.” You complimented them, remembering the time you watched their performance starstruck. “On my-my way, 모두 발을 맞추고” you began singing out of nowhere, making Seonghwa almost choke on the air. You really had seen their Wonderland performance and remembered. That alone meant so much to him. “On my-my way, 하나 둘 하면 뛰어” he kept singing, making you both giggle like two teenagers in love.

“Yes, I remember your energy being amazing! I really want to watch you guys again. Maybe even live if I ever get the chance to.” You kept on complimenting them, making Seonghwa bashfully look to the ground for a moment before meeting your eyes once again.

“Would you like to? We can invite you backstage for our next performance. It’s our comeback next week.” Seonghwa didn’t know where this sudden rush of confidence came from but he just did what he thought was right. It was so easy to talk to you, he definitely wanted to get to know you better.

Your mouth hang slightly open, not expecting a sudden invitation from a famous K-pop group. Your big eyes staring at the handsome man. “You don’t-“ he started but you interrupted him with an enthusiastic nod. “No, I would love to. I love to gather new experiences.” Your heart raced, seeing him look at you with an adoring smile on his lips. “You do? We can exchange numbers if you like, so I can send you more information later.” Seonghwa shyly suggested, having you agree almost immediately. Usually you are a very careful person with personal information like phone numbers, but he genuinely seems like a kind person with the perks of being way too attractive for humanity.

So after exchanging numbers and soft goodbyes, you changed and went home with the bouquet securely wrapped in your arms. Most of the times you couldn’t keep all of the beautiful flowers people gifted you and gave every random person backstage a pair. However, this one really did it to you, maybe it was the color or the nice scent or maybe it was the handsome man who gave it to you.

Your fingers played with one of the roses petals, when you suddenly noticed a note attached to one of them.

“To y/n y/l/n, the beautiful ballerina who won’t leave my mind. Let’s meet again, Park Seonghwa”

Suddenly you were reminded of the bouquet of purple and pink tulips the other day with a similar message. Park Seonghwa. It was him. Excitement mixed with nervousness bubbled inside of you and you couldn’t hide the enamored smile forming on your lips. You took another sniff at the roses clasped in front of you and couldn’t wait for the next time you would see this very sweet boy. Park Seonghwa.

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[littlespacereader]

My trip to Walt Disney World’s Epcot as a Regressor!✨🥰🪩 Part Two (SFW)

Here’s the Second part of a thread talking about my day as a Regressor at Epcot! Below I’ll talk about the food, shops and the overall experience!

See thread below!🧵⬇️

Disclaimer- No one in my life knows about my Regression so I couldn’t fully fully regress, you know. Didn’t stop me from slipping a few times. I mean Disney is made for the kid inside of all of us! Perfect place for a Regressor!😄

If you missed the first part click here:)

Let’s talk about some food!😋

Like I state in my previous part, Epcot is broken up into two different sections: The World Celebration and the World Showcase.

When it comes to food options, I have a controversial take…don’t waste your time eating in the World Celebration.

In the world showcase which I talk about below you’ll see that there is a grand variety of food option in each country you visit. So take the time to go to your fav country and eat there instead🙌😋

Food in the World Showcase🥖🥨

This is the place to eat because…well…you literally have all the international food you can think of at your disposal! I had an amazing pastry in Norway to start my day off, then I had the most amazing sushi in Japan, then I ate a Jumbo pretzel in Germany. But the best by far was France!

When I go to Disney I’m more of a snack type of person than a sit down at a restaurant type of person. If you’re like me, then you gotta go to the cafe in the France Pavilion! THE PASTRY ARE OUT OF THIS WORLD! I could literally eat everything there😋

For people like myself with stomach issues or conditions, France is your place to eat! If you’re looking for something plain yet filling get yourself to this cafe l and order yourself a baguette! I wasn’t feeling too well when I went to France at the beginning of the day so I got myself some bread and LET ME TELL YOU IT WAS A LIFE SAVER! After that I started to feel better and ordered myself a dessert! So between getting yourself a baguette in France or a pretzel in Germany, you’ll be safe my stomach issue friends💞

In my opinion Epcot is the best place for food. Whether you’re looking for things on the plainer side or are looking for a wide variety. It’s your place to go to.

Shopping in Epcot🛍️

The beauty of Epcot is shopping in different countries. As someone who’s dream is to travel around the world, Epcot is the place!

I’ve always dreamed of going to Japan just for its cute Sanrio stuff alone. So when I went to Epcot I was hoping the Japan store would be the same…

I was not disappointed!!😆

They had it all!! Everything you could think of Sanrio, they had! Also for my friends who love Anime they had a pretty good selection too! This, in my opinion, was the best store in all of Epcot!

Other shopping options🛍️

Every country has a gift shop full of things that are from that country culture. I love China’s Lucky Cats and the Winnie the Pooh selection in the United Kingdom. So whatever country you go to they’ll always have something from the culture and something Disney that relates with it.

But out of the World Showcase they have great gift shops in the rest of Epcot too! Though these sell more generic Disney Merch. Not that it’s a bad thing! I got myself something from here and the World Showcase!

My gifts from Epcot!😄🙌🧸

Like I said above I REALLY wanted something Sanrio from the Japan store! So this is what I got myself!

I got Chococat! 😄 Being a big cat person myself, Chococat has always been my favorite of the Sanrio characters! He is super soft!! I’m so happy I got him for myself!🥰

Lastly, like I talked about in my first part I am a huge fan of the ride Journey into Imagination. So I got myself a cute plush of the ride’s main character Figment😄

The best thing about him is he sits on your shoulder thanks to a magnet! It’s so cute and I got so many compliments from people saying how cute they thought he was!🥰

Epcot overall🪩✨

Overall I had such an amazing time in Epcot! I learned a lot from the different countries I visited in the world showcase and had a lot of fun on all the ride I managed to go on!

Plus I got to meet a character this time! I met Donald who was just outside of the Grand Fiesta Tour ride!

He was so cute!! He kept pointing to his photo and saying he painted it. I complimented his outfit and he was so happy I liked it! He was so much fun to meet and was a really funny character!😂

I would definitely recommend Epcot to everyone who want to learn something new and have a fun time! Between the food and the rides, it was a really great time for me!

Oh! And don’t forget to watch the firework show at the end! It was beautiful! Plus the Epcot Ball lit up along with the show🤩

Thank you for taking the time to read all of this! If you have any questions about anything Epcot! Comment below!😄🪩✨

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[coffee-in-veins]

Ancestor is the most character ever

oh, he definitely is!

he's the most deserving of my knee meeting his face! :}

fantasies of violent solutions to interpersonal struggles aside, i can't help but agree with that. sure, he's a Jerk with a capital J, and you cannot help but facepalm listening to every deed this guy has ever done, but once the deeds start piling up, you cannot help but... feel morbidly impressed.

from what we know, in one short life (he has barely greying temples) the gentleman in question:

[warning, spoilers for DD1 (and some DD2) incoming]

had an estate worthy of someone with the title of Countess to come to him to pay his party a visit (not to mention having his own Abbey) - it is unclear though if it's his accomplishment, too, or merely a silver ladle in his mouth he was born with;

had an operational sea-faring port in his town;

had enough land that you need 99 weeks at minimum to scout it all (just... sit for a moment and really think about it);

had enough money to potentially lose and effortlessly replace a mill on a whim (and lemme tell you, those things weren't cheap to make and maintain!);

had enough money and wit to hire and manage a personal army (again, not as cheap as one can imagine, especially if we consider that they had huge siege engines - and Abbey has a notoriously huge gap in it... makes one wonder...)

managed to make a literal saint come to him and prophet his undoing (am i the only one who sees some of the saint Elmo in the Prophet?);

managed to survive and win against an eldritch bloodsucker;

managed to make wine out of said bloodsucker's blood (somehow; this is not how blood works. this isn't how winemaking works..!);

summoned an actual demon or some other occult thing and gave it stable material form (Swine God);

twice (if Shambler dearest is his doing as well - which is plausible, considering it holds his trinkets);

trice - without even trying (if we add the Flesh, which gave potential birth to the Foetor from DD2 but that's a whole other theory i don't have strength for right now);

managed to create a whole-ass faction - of undead (by creating the Necromant - confirmed by DD2 (even if i hate mixing the two, Protege's story is all but yelling about it) and potentially providing them with first bodies);

twice (if we consider swinefolk and how they became a separate nation by the time of DD2 (again, hate mixing the two, but... ugh));

or even trice (if we give bloodsuckers the benefit of the doubt and segregate them into a separate race - which I think we should, they are clearly sentient; arguably more so than swinefolk);

managed to strike a deal with a separate eldritch entity (Dagon?) and its followers to his own benefit and lived to actually use the wealth;

had enough money to order, plant and care for a huge variety of exotic and expensive herbs and knowledge not to die a grizzly death immediately;

could successfully create curses (Waif, Sunken crew, Crimson Curse, potentially Hag?);

what I'm saying is... this list alone could've fueled something like the Uncharted series trice over. imagine, for a moment, if we were allowed to play as the Ancestor instead of shovelling through the DD2 Mountain's worth of shit he left us to deal with and clean up after him. the sheer, unabated glee of having the money, reputation and manpower to flaunter on your each and every whim, regardless of how inherently stupid or outlandish it is. with an appropriate pinch of dark humour, that could've been an amazing game, methinks.

#i'm incredibly sorry for the late reply OTL #darkest dungeon #the ancestor #my shoebox of letters #dd ancestor #honestly i'd play as this glorious bastard #Leave nothing unchecked || references

[dreamerofasgard]

Hopes of The Thunderbird & The Dragon (Series) - Concept & Prologue

Draco Malfoy x F!Reader

Disclaimer: This is the first time I have written a whole series by myself, plus it's been a while since I wrote anything, let alone something for Draco Malfoy. This is a concept that has been in my head for a while and I haven’t seen anyone do something like it, well from at least what I’ve seen that is. I don’t see a lot about transfer students along with incorporating magical beasts. I plan on making this a long multi-part series that takes place through all 7 years at Hogwarts as well as a time skip.

Word count: 1.9k Pt1

Concept: I had been thinking about what if the reader was from America’s Wizarding School of Ilvermorny but was transferred to Hogwarts after their parents were transferred to the British division of the Ministry of Magic after a huge promotion. Father and Mother are Pure-bloods but they don’t particularly care, unlike other pure-blood families. Father has been working for the ministry for years after he graduated from Ilvermory and got a job as an Auror where he then met your mother who was working as an Investigative Assistant of Magical Beast Activity for the UK Branch. Your father Frederick Whitlock, the New Chief Auror in the London Ministry Office, and your mother Katherine Pierce-Whitlock, the New Head of the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures have decided that it would be best to have you transferred to your mother’s alma mater, Hogwarts. Being a proud graduate herself, she is overjoyed when she receives a letter from Dumbledore that you are allowed to transfer from Ilvermory during the second week of the semester. Y/n Whitlock has always loved to bring the joy of music wherever she went but what happens when the Slytherin Common Room becomes your escape. Y/n becomes friends with many people at Hogwarts along with gravitating towards a certain blonde boy as their friendship develops into something more over the years. Even with the growing darkness that seems to make its way into the halls of Hogwarts, there is always a way through with compassion and acceptance.

Tigger warnings: Pureblood. I think that's it.

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Y/n paced around her new room in her parents' house as her mind raced about all the wonderful and nerve-wracking things to come at her new school, Hogwarts. From as early as she could remember, her father told her all the amazing stories about his alma mater, Ilvermory. Your father recalled how during the sorting ceremony, the older students would watch from the balcony on the next level, looking down with anticipation as the first years got sorted. The school would then wait for one of the four wooden creature carvings, which represent four houses, to react. When the Horned Serpent wanted a student, the gem set into its forehead would glow, while Thunderbird showed approval by beating its wings. The Wampus would roar, while the Pukwudgie raised its arrow into the air. The way your father described it was so magical that you could barely wait to get there to see it for yourself, and join your father’s house of Thunderbird. You had your wish for as your first week had gone almost perfectly, you were sorted into Thunderbird and made a few friends. But all that changed when you got a letter from your parents a few days later saying that due to their promotions in the ministry, you’d be transferring to Hogwarts within the next two days. Needless to say, you were heartbroken. You had just gotten here and now you were leaving them. 

Flash Back to 2 days ago

“I love my parents Rebecca but why can’t I just stay here and live with my aunt or you?” Y/n said as she talked with her best friend and roommate, Rebecca Madison, a short, brown-eyed, black-haired girl who had been your best friend since diapers. “Because your aunt is already busy enough managing your cousins and that little band of theirs. My parents can barely handle us when you come to visit. Just imagine what it would be like with you living here?” she replied as she giggled. “And besides Merlin went to Hogwarts. How cool is it that you’d be going to the same school that is home to many powerful witches and wizards like him.” Rebecca said as she played with her white and tan cat, Cinnamon, on her bed.  “You have a point Becky but we just got here.” You pouted as you fell back onto your bed. This was quite possibly the worst thing that’s ever happened, and if your cousins didn’t start their band then you could be living with them. Despite your current situation, you were actually the one who convinced them to start a band.  Christopher, Sarah, and Patricia were some of the most musically gifted in your family on your Father's side, other than yourself and dear old Dad. You've been planning music with them for as long as you could remember. Who knew that love for music that somehow backfired on your dreams of attending Ilvermory. “I know, that’s why I’m your bestie.” Rebecca says as she stands up and walks over to your bed while smiling, “Now you are going to write letters to me about the wonders of Hogwarts and we’ll see each other like we always do over the breaks.” All you could do was smile as you sat up facing your friend. “Time to start packing I guess,” you said as Rebecca smiled and extended her hand for you to take. “Let the packing competition begin!”

End of Flashback

“Y/n darling, your father is waiting in the carriage but I have something to give you first,” your mother says as she slowly opens the door holding a medium-sized cage with a cloth over it. 

“I wanted to surprise you with a little friend to keep you company at Hogwarts. I already got approval from Professor McGonagall though this creature is technically allowed, ‘better to be safe than sorry’ your father says” as she sets the cage down taking off the cloth to reveal a gray and black with emerald eyes Kneazle.

“Mom, they are beautiful. What’s their name?”  Kneeling down to let the creature sniff your hand and get familiar with you while smiling.

“Her name is Lux. Her mother is one of the Kneazles I was nursing back to health had a litter a few weeks ago. Plus I thought Ripley would like a friend when you are in class. You take care of them-” your mother says while smiling. “And they’ll take care of you,” you say as Lux mews cutely at you while you gently take her out of the cage and let Ripley your owl inspect her new furry friend.

“Let’s not keep your father waiting Y/n darling, Hogwarts awaits.” You look at your mother as she is proud and excited for your first year at Hogwarts as you take her hand and make your way to the carriage. On the way to Hogwarts you thought about the professors your mother told stories about, the dangers she warned you about hidden in the forbidden forest, how that next year she hopes you could play quidditch like she did for Ravenclaw, and that no matter which house you were placed in she would be beyond proud of you. 

Your parents have always wanted you, their pride and joy, to be kind and make your own opinions of those around you. Even though they came from Pureblood families your parents never understood the way most Purebloods thought, it always seemed so backward to parade around blood status like it was a huge accomplishment not marrying a person with muggle blood. So your parents did what other Purebloods would most likely hate, raise you around the culture of both the wizarding and muggle worlds. As you sat in the carriage for the couple-hour journey it would take to get to Hogwarts your father tapped you on the shoulder taking you out of your thoughts.

“I know your mom already gave you little Lux but I also have something for you,” he says as he hands you a medium-sized wrapped box.

“Dad, you didn’t have to get me anything but thank you” nudging your father as you unwrap the present you see a Walkman with several different albums on cassettes. 

“It’s a Walkman, I know we already packed up your record player and your guitar but I figured you’d want to listen to music while walking around the grounds after class. Plus we’ll send you your favorite bands' new albums while you’re at school.” Nudging you just as you did a moment ago while chuckling. 

“You sure do think of everything, don’t you Dad?” Smiling as you took out the Walkman and pulled out Journey's Greatest Hits album your father smiled with pride as he thought about all the new friends you’d make.

The hours passed by quickly with you listening to music and talking with your parents about all the different legends and secrets that Hogwarts held. It wasn’t until your house elf Winter opened the door that you all realized you had arrived at Hogwarts Bridge. 

“We have arrived,” Winter said as she smiled brightly as she looked at the youngest Whitlock.

You take a deep breath and stepped out of the carriage and take in your surroundings. You had visited Scotland before on family trips but the Hogwarts Castle and the Great Lake were certainly spectacular. As you took in your surroundings an older-looking woman approached with an older gentleman which you assumed were Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall along with four students you didn’t recognize, three boys and one girl, dressed in school robes one each house color you assumed.

“Katherine Pierce-Whitlock welcome back to Hogwarts dear,” Professor McGonagall said as she hugged your mother, “Now I know that this is a big change for your daughter Katherine. I can assure you and your husband that Y/n is in good hands.”

“Now let's give them a tour shall we,” Professor Dumbledore says as he motions the four students to come over and introduce themselves.

“Good afternoon, I’m Gabriel Truman, one of the prefects of Hufflepuff.” Said the tall brown-haired boy wearing a yellow and black robe before stepping back in line as a ginger boy around his height stepped forward.

“Hello my name is Percy Weasley, I am one of the Gryffindor prefects. I believe my mother went to school with yours.” He says as he looks over at your mother who smiles at the Weasley boy before he steps back in line for the boy in blue to speak.

“Ello Whitlocks, my name is Robert Hilliard, one of the prefects of Ravenclaw. It is a pleasure to see that the famous Blue Devil had a daughter. Your mother was a force to be reckoned with. Hopefully, you are just as good as your mother at quidditch” he smiles before saying quietly “And a Ravenclaw” The Scottish boy happily steps back to let the girl in Green robes step forward. 

“Welcome to Hogwarts Y/n, I’m Gemma Farley, one of the prefects of Slytherin house. We are excited to have you here.” The blonde girl says as she hands you a bouquet of flowers from the four houses, “I do hope that you enjoy your time here” smiling as she steps back and lets Professor Dumbledore talk.

“Now that introductions are out of the way I do believe we can give you a proper tour of the castle while the students are at lunch. Wouldn’t you agree, Minerva?” Dumbledore asked as Professor McGonagall nodded and led the way with Dumbledore by her side, the students and your family not too far behind.

“Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age. Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin'' she began as you walked across the bridge seeing a few Hippogriffs fly overhead, thinking you could get used to being here.

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[fablesofkitkat]

pov: you start to open up to Sero about your family dysfunction

alt. title: i (don't) remember you pt.12

CLICK HERE FOR PART ONE

genre: fluff

Now it's three in the morning and I'm trying to change your mind

- Arctic Monkeys

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When Sero came back to the dorms despite being 2:00 in the morning, you hugged him tight as if you wanted to seep into his skin. It was apparent that you wouldn't let him go when you jumped and locked your legs together around his waist. He has to carry you now. He went home for the weekend since his ma was nagging him to come visit.

And then during the good night call, he asked you what's wrong and somehow his words was the impetus to the dam of your feelings bursting forth.

"Want to talk about it?"

You burrowed your face in his chest, avoiding eye contact. "You know I mentioned that my parents were college sweethearts, right?"

"Yeah, it's nice." His hands are under your thighs holding you up as he navigates the way to his dorm room.

"Did I ever tell you how my dad decided he was gonna marry my mom?"

Sero shook his head. "No."

"He said the moment he saw her, he knew he was going to marry her." You lean your face away, staring at a spot on his shoulder. "Can you imagine feeling so strongly for someone the first time you saw them and you just knew?"

Because it wasn't like that for us. The thought snuck in with no warning.

You went on, "And I think that's why I think he made a mistake you know because I think he got blinded and failed to see and know who my mom really was."

"But your mom and dad's been married for almost 20 years."

"Yeah," you slumped over him once more, resting your chin on his left shoulder. "I think it's also because for awhile, my dad had to work abroad for higher pay. So alot of their relationship was spent in long distance."

"That's amazing." Sero comments as he reached the door of his dorm room, without needing his prompt you reached and turned the door knob. "Long distance relationships are  hard."

"Yeah, my mom has this huge plastic box that contained letters. Handwritten. Their letters to each other. They used cute stationaries. Letters with actual stamps. I think I used to sneak around and read those letters when I was around 1st grade."

"You think?" He quirked a brow at that as he used one foot to push open the door.

You rolled your eyes. "I snuck around. Happy now, you grammar nazi?"

Sero's lips pressed quickly on your forehead as he laughed.

"Anyways my mom, she's not bad—"

He chuckled, kicking the door gently to close while you glared at him. "I'm sorry. It's just— you're saying it like you're leaving a review on your mom."

"Do you want me to go on?"

"Please." Sero walks over to his hammock, sat on it, and lied down with you still in his arms.

"She wasn't really there for us, for her kids. She never went to PTA meetings. She never oversaw our studies. She hired tutors sure, had nannies to take care of us but she wasn't there which was okay, no big deal. I wasn't hurt by it but she had these expectations that she's the most perfect mother in the world." You adjusted your body to lay in a position that's perfect for you and Sero when you said, "Tell me when your body's getting numb."

"'Kay."

"So, my mom wants us to do things like post our greetings on social media on her birthday. Greeting her outside of that doesn't count.Also on mother's day too. She wants to show off all the time." Your forefinger finds its way to Sero's jaw, tracing the shape. "Everything about me is about her especially after getting into U.A., I guess it's because she was the pretty girl in high school and college, she got used to everything being about her. Sucks I didn't inherit her looks."

He put his hand over your wrist. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm not as pretty as her."

"You're pretty. The prettiest, cariño."

You looked at him thoughtfully and hummed. "I see, interesting." You broke into a smile.

"I'm a bad influence on you. Now you're dishing sass left and right." He grins while his fingers find the spaces between yours, holding your hand. You hear the whizzing of the tape to see Sero using his tape quirk to wound it on the door knob so he can pull on the tape to swing the hammock. "What about tío?"

"He's the best. When my siblings and I were toddlers, he actually stayed here and found work here instead of overseas." You start to smile as you remembered things fondly. "I remember his mango smoothies and coconut smoothies."

"Not strawberries?"

"Mango is the best flavor. But my dad is also a jerk. He's. . . hard to please." You stare at Sero's face, wondering if there will ever be a day you'd get sick of his face. Kami, he's so cute. "I remember the first time I joined a spelling bee contest and I got 2nd place. I was so excited that I got a medal. I come up to him and he asked me, 'why not first?'"

"Wow."

"I know. That's when I know I wouldn't get his approval unless I aim for first. So I didn't. Why exhaust myself to something that's going to take a whole lot of time pleasing someone else when I could just do whatever?" You sniffed at Sero, his cologne smells good. "Besides, if I do become like first all the time, he'd want me to maintain it so.."

"So tío is hard to please?"

"Used to be, now I call him out. And he's soft on me."

"You're a daddy's girl."

"I am."

"Oh. . . so like, you can call me daddy— ow! You smack like you're doing a spike on a volleyball. Sadist." He studies the expression on your face, and tentatively asks, "you feeling better?"

You press a quick kiss on his cheek. "Yeah."

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AN: I wanted to write angst so why am I writing fluff. Really sorry if this doesn't resonate with your family dysfunction. I usually make reader's backstory vague as possible.

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[ivorydragoness44]

Horst x Reader: Wonderful

Word Count: 2,627

Warnings/Notes/Tags: Established romantic relationship, nsfw (minors do not interact) unprotected sex, celebratory sex, no use of y/n, smut with plot, kissing, implied swearing briefly (incoherent), fluff and smut, romance, accidental orgasm delay, gendered female reader, gendered female anatomy, Summary: The Reader wakes up to hearing Horst returning home for the night. Questioning why he had specifically prepared their favorite meal for the next day, he reveals how well the restaurant as been doing. In their shared joy, they decide to ‘celebrate’. Author’s Notes: A huge thank you for this commission, inspired by my recent Horst x Reader: Bun, in which the Reader reveals to Horst their pregnancy.

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Paris, France, a city of fine art, delicious food, and a sleeping you. Had you not been particularly exhausted, you would have stayed awake for an hour or so more. You had done so before, and though your partner was grateful, he would much rather that you received a good night’s rest instead. Confusion crept over you when you found yourself awake and the bedroom still dark. As you breathed in, you could have sworn that you were smelling one of your favorite meals. Rolling over to go back to sleep, you initially ignored it. The sound of dish-ware clinking together told you otherwise. Eyes flashed open, knowing exactly what it meant. Horst was home. Away from the hustle and bustle of the restaurant, and yet still in a kitchen. A chef’s work was never done, you supposed.

Tossing the bedsheets aside, you slumped out of bed. Nearly shuffling your feet in the process, you made your way over to the kitchen. The wonderful aroma of the room hit your senses and you took a deep breath. Smiling to yourself, you saw Horst. The attentive sous chef of the restaurant, Gusteau’s, had already noticed you. Of course he did.

“Hello, meine Liebe,” he smiled in greeting. His smile appeared to widen as you walked around the counter. “Good evening, Horst,” you leaned into him to give him a kiss on the lips. “I’m sorry for waking you.” “It’s alright, it was not necessarily you,” you said, eyeing the food resting in open tupperware. “This delicious food made its presence very known to my nose.” If you had it your way, you would be thoroughly investigating every straight edge and curve to the filled tupperware. Horst gestured toward the top of the counter. “I prepared you dinner for tomorrow. I know you will be busy, so I wanted to make sure that you ate. I’m only waiting for the food to cool before closing its lid and storing it away.” “Are there any samples available?” You asked, dancing a finger up his chest and your free hand toward the food containers. “No.” His hand already grabbing to stop your own, you frowned. “But why cook one of my favorites? What’s the occasion?”

Horst brought your other hand up to his chest, catching the first one to keep it there. “Gusteau’s is doing well again. Remarkably so. You should see the dining room. It is full every night now, with a line customers waiting outside just for a chance to taste the food. People want to eat there again. We have regulars. They love the specials so much, they order the same meal every time they visit. Ja, it’s always something Linguini creates, but it makes no difference to me. They love what we create, and so do the critics. Everything’s finally turning around.” “So, because you’re happy,” you let out a giggle and kissed the tip of his nose. “I’m so proud. Of all of you. Especially you. You love this job, you love cooking, and you’re amazing at it. And I’m not only saying so because I want you to continue making me dinner, though I appreciate immensely.” Reaching up, you cupped his face and kissed him adoringly. “I just love to see you happy.”

A silent pause soon followed. The pair of you simply gazed at the other. Such joy had been shared that you could feet it swelling your heart with the most comfortable warmth. Tilting your head, you leaned in with only him in-mind as you kissed him. Against your lips, a surprised little gasp left Horst’s mouth. Eventually, he did melt into your touch. Relaxing and putting a gentle hand to your neck, he cradled you softly to him. His thumb moved in smooth strokes along your jaw.

Taking small steps, you coaxed him in a brief rotation and backward until he was positioned between yourself and the counter. Sliding your hands down his neck, you felt the sturdy fabric of his chef’s coat before making quick work of it. Unbuttoning with an all too familiar quick and easy precision. Peeling open the coat, you pushed it back over his shoulders. “Not in the kitchen, meine Liebe,” Horst stated over your lips as he caught his coat before it could drop to the floor. “Why not?” You asked, planting tender sweet kisses down his jaw. “You’re trying to sway me,” he accused with a smirk. Half folding his coat, he placed it on the counter. “And you didn’t answer my question.” “I thought it was obvious.” His hands coming to rest on your hips as if on instinct. Kissing had stopped for the time being as you looked at one another. “The kitchen is clean. We’ll put the food away.” “Ja, but it’s no place for…this. A kitchen is for cooking.” “I thought we were cooking something up,” you recalled in a small voice. Poking his nose faintly, his shoulders slacked. Hope sprung up within you. “Yes?” “No,” he stated firmly but smiled. “Fine.”

Taking a step back, you grabbed his hand. Out of the kitchen, you led him into the bedroom. Once you were a few steps in, the plush carpeting cushioning your feet, you stopped and turned to him. “Do you still want to continue?” You asked, having taken up his hands into your own. Horst glanced fondly at your joined hands in the space between you both. “Ja, what better way to celebrate than with the one I love.” “Better than a glass of champagne?” You asked, biting back a smile. “Ja, of course. I don’t have either as much as I would like. Special occasions appear to be the similar qualifying factor for savoring such luxuries.” You gave a light laugh. “How charming.”

You pulled him toward you, embracing him. The adoration you held for each other made it become more of a snuggle than anything else. Breathing in deeply, you let out a contented sigh. “Hm, did you use truffle oil tonight?” “Ja, it was a part of a recipe,” he said, fingers twiddling at the fabric of your pajamas. “I had to use it a few times, why?” “I think the scent it starting to grow on me.”

As Horst laughed, you pulled out of the embrace. You loved to see him happy. When his laugh faded away, you pointed at the bed. “Go sit down, please,” you requested of him with a soft confidence. Horst’s brows rose, but otherwise obliged. Sitting down at the foot of the bed, he rested his hands on his knees. His complete attention was on you. You walked the short distance over to him, scooting closer to stand between his legs. Gently cupping his face in your hands, you leaned in to kiss him. And kiss him, you did. His thin lips were not difficult for you to find. Not anymore, at least. But the brush of his facial hair tickled your skin.

Tearing your hands away from his face, you nearly clawed at his shirt. You bundled up the fabric in your hands and yanked upward until you successfully pulled off his shirt. He assisted, of course. Content with your accomplishment, you dove in for another kiss. Horst’s hands claimed you all the more now. Be it his growing confidence or arousal, you were not sure. However, there were definitely no complaints from either side. The way his hands caressed up your back, sent little shivers across your skin. From your back, his hands began to roam. Less curious and more seeking, both higher and lower. Wanting more from his touch, you reluctantly pulled away from him. The bewilderment on Horst’s face vanished upon seeing you remove your sleepwear. It was not the first time that you were completely bare in front of him, but by the look in his eyes, it surely appeared as if that was the case. Horst’s chest rose as his breathing noticeably picked up. Hands reaching out to your hips, he brought you close again. Those lips of his became feverishly hot. The pursuit of his kisses did not lessen. As he massaged up from your hips, his kisses deepened. When his hands slid back down, his lips too lowered. Heavy kisses trailed downward. Down the column of your neck and pecking at your collarbone, he made you sigh sweetly.

“Thank you,” he said breathily. He held you snug against him as his lips began to tend to your chest. “For what?” You asked, combing your fingers through his light hair. “For being with me—staying no matter what has happened. You’re encouraging. Be it with me alone or my job at the restaurant.”

You would have cooed at such a sentiment, had his lips not touched a delightfully sensitive area on your chest. Gasping out a moan, you reached down to pull at the waistband of his pants. “Take off the rest.” Hurriedly, Horst pulled them and his underwear down and kicked them off. No sooner the clothing was out of reach, you straddled his lap, sitting as close as physically possible. “Do you want to lay down?” He asked, his hands already sliding up between your hips and waist. “No,” you shook your head simply. “I want you to use your thumb.” The request resulted in a red hue dusting his cheeks to his ears. More prominently by your next words. “You know how I like it,” you whispered into his ear.

The breath that left his mouth may have been shaky, but his hands were not. Reaching down in the space separating you, he easily found the hidden red bud between your thighs. There, he rubbed gentle circles. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you gave his earlobe a soft kiss before returning to his lips.

With the way he was touching you, it was only a matter of time before your body began to react a certain way. A throb made itself known and an ache a little lower. Beginning to roll your hips, you breathed out his name. “Horst,” you spoke airily into his lips.

As you blindly reached down for him, Horst stopped his thumb actions. He grabbed ahold of himself for you and lined himself up. Remaining still however, he waited for you to feel him under your gyrations. As you finally sank down onto him, he could not control the moan of your name that slipped his grasp, and clutched your thigh. The kissing had stopped, and you opened your eyes to check on him. His ears were still tinted pink and his eyes closed. His reddened lips from your kissing venture were left parted open. Slowly, you started to roll your hips against him. For a few moments, you watched his face as he was lost in pleasure.

“You’re a great chef,” you whispered praise. He looked at you through his eyelashes. “You think so, hmm?” “Ja,” you giggled, running your fingertips over his scalp. “And the restaurant is lucky to have you.” With a smiled, you kissed the tip of his nose cutely. In his bashfulness, his eyes evaded your gaze. You moved your hands to cradle the back of his head, making him face you directly. Eyes locking, you held his gaze. You strained a smirk as you saw how he reacted to your intimate interactions. But soon, you slowed your hips to a stop. “Bed?” You asked, glancing behind him. “Ja, if you want.”

Lifting yourself off of him, you heard him choke back a moan. As you took steps away from him, your legs wobbled in the slightest. Though you quickly regained control. When he stood, you playfully helped him up from the bed before mock-rushing him with a push to his back toward it. Crawling onto the bed after him, you gave a laugh. Horst had settled onto his back with one arm up and his hand behind his head.

“Comfortable?” You asked. He only smiled as you straddled him again. Horst’s breath shuttered as you grabbed him carefully and easily slid down onto him again. He mumbled to himself in what you could only assume was incoherent curse words as his eyes drifted closed from the gentle rocking of your hips. Your hands rested on his stomach, keeping yourself both steady and upright. All the while, his free hand was on your thigh. Caressing and kneading.

“You seem content with yourself,” you teased. “Of course,” he smiled broadly, “I have the best view in all of Paris.” From your flattered laugh from his unexpected compliment, you had stopped your movements. “Well, your view is going to change slightly,” you said. Laying down on top of him, you urged him with a pat of your hand to roll over with you.

With Horst now on top, you both readjusted your legs from the new position.

Running your hands up and down his back, you took a steadying breath. Being so close with your love could take your breath away. “I know that you worked hard tonight for hours straight, but you wouldn’t mind a little bit longer, would you?” Tucking his arms around you, he nuzzled his face into your neck. “I would work through the night for you.” With a kiss to your skin, he started to rock his hips against yours, seeking a suitable rhythm. Letting out a hum, you kissed his shoulder. As you listened to the sounds of his controlled breathing, you noticed something that you had not before. Which was saying something, considering how long you both had been together. His breaths were coming in time with the measured thrusts of his hips. Closing your eyes, you intended to simply enjoy.

Within you, you felt him begin to throb, and your eyes opened. Breath catching, Horst began to untangle himself from you. “I’m sorry…I have to��uhn,” he strained with furrowed brows. To your dismay, he pulled out and sat back on his heels. “No-no,” you panted, feeling your own oncoming orgasm. “Horst, please.” You beckoned him with your desiring plea to return to you. With equally ragged breaths, Horst looked to you. “Are you sure?” He asked, brows knitted up in his surprise. “Yes,” you said, reaching out to him.

Pushing back into you with a relieved moan, Horst returned to your embrace. You kissed his cheek and he repeated the gesture. Cupping your face tenderly with one hand, he increased his pace. “I’m not going anywhere,” he assured, giving a laugh as you wrapped your legs around him. “Definitely not going anywhere.” “Good,” you stopped just short of a giggle. A small gasp filled your ear as he felt you begin to pulse around him. You placed your hand over his and he looked over from your actions. With his focus back on you, you smiled. Turning your head slightly toward his hand, you kissed the pad of this thumb. He moaned, and again even louder. His stomach clenched and his hips were flush with yours for a solid handful of seconds. Giving two more slow deep thrusts, he met in-time with your own before he sighed and relaxed onto you.

Though he all but collapsed, you continued to work through your height of pleasure. However faster than he had gone, you threw your pelvis up once more. With a contented sigh, you closed your eyes and practically panted out beside his ear. Horst kissed your neck, and up to your cheek and lips leisurely. “Are you all right?” He asked, caressing your arm lightly. “Yes, Horst,” you smiled, looking over at him through heavy eyelids. “How are you?” “Wonderful,” he grinned, nuzzling his face to yours. “With you in my arms, how could it not be?”

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Thank you for reading! And an extra big thank you again for this commission, Horst is an interesting one to write.

If you enjoyed this Horst fanfiction, I do have more insert readers with him on my Disney/Pixar Masterlist.

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