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sluttywoozi · 2 months

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Golden Hour | husband!joshua x reader

After a long day of surf and sun, Joshua somehow still has the energy to fuck you into the hotel mattress. Being in love (and obsessed) with his wife always pays off.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.4k | Pairing: hjs x reader | Genre: smut

Part of the Husband Joshua series! Can be read as a standalone

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

Warnings: idk how to surf so if this is wrong blame wikihow, possessive!josh, drink mention but it doesn’t have to be alcoholic, oral r. rec., spitting, some spanking, fingering, piv sex, breeding kink but they don't want kids, creampie(s), cockwarming

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, on some form of birth control, referred to as a wife, wears a bikini (every body is a bikini body), wears a dress

Joshua raises a hand to his face, holding it above his eyes to block the glaring sun as he scans the crowded shore for you. He’s been out in the water for a while, trying to improve his surfing skills and also perhaps trying to impress you, just a little. Neither you nor him have been to the beach since your honeymoon, and he doesn’t want you to think those lessons he splurged on while you were having a spa day were for nothing.

He’s caught a few waves so far but hasn’t made it close enough to the shore to see your face, so he has no idea if you’ve been watching him or if you’ve just been reading and listening to music. He won’t be hurt if you haven’t had your eyes on him, but he does want you to see him ride at least one wave.

He hears some murmurs from the few other surfers in front of him and turns around, instantly seeing what has them talking. There’s a big one coming in, building and building and building, and if he starts paddling now, he just might make it.

So he leans forward onto his stomach, his arms powering through the water even as his muscles begin to ache from so much use. The ocean beneath him starts getting sucked in, contributing to the rolling wave, and he prepares himself to pop up and find his balance.

His heart races as he takes off, getting his feet beneath him and standing on steady legs, his arms loose and his eyes trained on the shore. He rides the wave as far as he can, bailing when it starts to peter out and immediately swimming up to catch his breath. Climbing back onto his board, he looks around for your rented rainbow sun umbrella, grinning when he realizes he’s much closer to it than he thought he’d be.

You’re not under it though, his smile dropping as he starts to survey the beach, searching for you. He can’t seem to find you, and for some reason that has his heart racing again, this time in anxiety rather than exhilaration.

“Joshie! That was amazing!” You exclaim from somewhere to the left of him, your voice just a bit faint but still easily recognizable. He whips his head over, his shoulders relaxing as soon as he sets eyes on you, wading waist deep in the clear blue water and making your way toward him.

He beams and hops off the board, closing the remaining distance and catching you with one arm as you launch yourself at him. The other keeps hold of his board, though he wishes he had both hands free to hug you back.

He also wishes he could feel your skin against his, but his swim shirt is still in the way and he won’t be able to take it off until you let go of him, which he’s not going to ask you to do any time soon.

It’s silly but he’s missed you while he was out surfing, even though it’s only been a couple of hours. You’ve been on vacation for three days already and he’s grown used to sharing every minute with you, being in your presence for each breath in and each breath out, bar bathroom breaks and the one nap you took without him when he wanted to explore and you wanted to stay in.

He wishes it could be like this all the time, but he’ll settle for the rest of the week if only because he knows he’ll have you for the rest of his life.

Too soon, you pull away, sliding your hands from his shoulders to rest on his chest, your touch appreciative and the slightest bit possessive. His hand on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into the soft flesh exposed by your bikini. You let him pick out your swimsuit today, and while some men might want to cover their wife up, he’s the opposite.

He thinks it’s hot that people are looking at you, wanting you, not knowing he’s the only one you’ll ever go home with. They realize when he presses his lips to yours in a claiming kiss, when he lets his hands wander a little, when they notice the matching rings on your left fourth fingers.

He doesn’t even know if anyone is looking at you now, too busy staring into your eyes to notice anything else, but he feels the urge all the same. You can already tell what he wants, leaning in to meet him in the middle as he kisses you deeply, slowly, sucking at your bottom lip and sliding his tongue into your mouth when it opens on a gasp.

His hand slips down to your ass, squeezing it over your swimsuit hard, pulling your cheek up and over, surely tugging at your pussy too. You squirm against his chest, pressing closer to him as your fingernails dig into his pecs.

He remembers you’re at a public beach when a wave crashes into you, and thank goodness it did because he was millimeters away from slipping his hand into your bikini bottoms so he could find out if you’re wet from the water or wet for him.

He pulls away and laughs, shifting his hand to your lower back and pecking you one last time before breathing, “Should we head back to the room?”

“Yeah, I think we should. Wanna lay out enough to dry off first?” You offer hopefully, and while he kind of just wants to throw you over his shoulder and haul you to the hotel now, he knows you hate tracking water through the clean lobby.

“Sure, baby, we can do that,” he smiles fondly, giving you one last squeeze and releasing you. His board goes under one arm and you go under the other, your hand coming up to hold his as you walk back to the shore together.

He splits off from you to return the board to the surf shack, promising he’ll bring back one of those coconut drinks for you to share though he knows you’ll likely have most of it.

The line isn’t too long for the return of the board or the purchase of the coconut drink, thankfully, and he walks back to you with care, not wanting to spill even a drop.

You’re on your stomach to the side of the umbrella when he arrives, not under its shade but close enough that it’s obviously yours, a thick terry cloth blanket spread out under you with just enough room for his body too. He sighs contentedly as he sits next to you, handing over the drink and smiling as your eyes widen with glee, your lips pursing around the straw to take an excited sip.

He reaches for the hem of his surf shirt and yanks it off, wringing it out away from the blanket and laying it flat on the edge of the lounge you no longer occupy. You roll over to lay on your back and he feels your eyes on him like a physical touch, your gaze hot and familiar on his chest and stomach.

He loves how you look at him, loves that you’d rather stare at him than at the beautiful beach around you, loves even more that you’re obsessed with his body just like he’s obsessed with yours.

He also loves that this way, he can look at you too. You shift up onto your elbows, your breasts jiggling with the movement, and he feels a bolt of desire shoot straight down his spine as he lets his eyes lovingly travel over every available inch of you. Over your soft tummy and your squeezable hips and your perfect, perfect thighs. Thighs he wants to suffocate between. Thighs he wants to sink his teeth into. Thighs he wants to hold down to the bed as he-

“I think I’m dry enough. Are you?”

He clears his throat and attempts to clear his head, but images of you still swim through his thoughts, even as he nods and tugs at his board shorts to subtly adjust himself. They don’t feel as wet between his fingers, just damp, and when he reaches for his shirt, it’s close enough to dry that he only cringes a little as he pulls it back on.

You pack up together quickly, and Joshua is almost relieved when you reach for your dress and tug it over your head, needing a reprieve from your near naked body. He’s less relieved when he remembers that it’s a fucking sundress.

Of course it is, that’s all you’ve been wearing on this trip, and he doesn’t know how he forgot. This is worse, because it’s his favorite article of clothing on you, and because he knows all you’ve got on under it is an easily untied, flimsy little bikini.

It takes everything in him not to pull you into one of the changing cabanas, bend you over, and make you scream for him; he manages somehow, the knowledge that he can do the latter two when you get into the room tiding him over, but only just.

He’s silent while you return the umbrella, his hand tight around yours as you walk through the lobby, and he’s glad you know him well enough to understand that he’s not upset or annoyed, just nearly out of his mind with desire for you.

The wait for the elevator feels like eons, especially when he looks at you in the reflection of the metal doors, your form slightly fuzzy but clear enough for him to see the rise of your tits under your dress and the way the hem flutters gently over your thighs. Those thighs…

The doors part with a ding and you pull him inside, pressing the button for your floor before the elevator fills with other guests, leaving you and Joshua at the back. You’ll have to maneuver in between them to get out but it means he can slide his hand up your dress and squeeze your ass again, his fingers slipping under your bikini to touch your bare skin.

They creep closer to the heat between your legs with every stop, and he’s just about to reach your pussy when the elevator lands on your floor. He reluctantly takes his hand back and rights your dress, murmuring, “Excuse us,” as he weaves around the few people left. When the doors close behind you, he twines his fingers with yours and breaks into a jog, tugging you to the room and grinning as a few bitten back giggles escape you.

He bounces on his toes as you dig the card out of your bag, your trembling fingers inserting it into the lock and his hand turning the handle as soon as the light glows green. He pushes the door open for you, following closely with his other hand tight on your hip, his dick already hard and throbbing in anticipation.

You’ve barely set your bag down before he’s steering you to the bed, crowding you up against the edge, and pressing your shoulder to bend you over. He flips up the hem of your dress and tears down your bikini, knocking your legs apart with his own and pushing his left knee up until yours rests on the bed. He’s sure you expect him to drop his shorts and sink right into you, which is probably why you gasp when he falls to his knees and slaps your ass with both hands before spreading your cheeks apart and shoving his tongue inside of you.

You taste fucking divine, the beloved flavor of your pussy tinged with salty seawater, and he groans deeply into you, fucking his tongue in and out of your entrance and swallowing as his mouth fills with saliva and your arousal.

He fucks you with his tongue until you’re whining and shaking above him, tilting your hips to improve the angle and rocking into his movements. The leg keeping you up starts to quiver, and he pulls away just long enough to gasp out, “On the bed, baby, get on the bed.”

You listen, clumsily climbing up and stretching out for him, face down, ass up, just like he likes you. He smacks your ass again just because he can before spreading your pussy open with his thumbs and spitting on your clenching entrance. Some of it seeps inside of you and some of it trails down to your clit, leaving the bud glistening and just begging for his attention.

He leans down and wraps his lips around it, sucking in hard, quick pulses until you cry out, “Joshie, please!”

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want,” he mumbles into you, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Your fingers, I want your fingers,” you whimper into the pillow, arching your back and pressing further into him in wanton need.

He licks his lips to get one last taste of you and slides two digits deep inside, giving you no time to adjust to the intrusion before pulling them out to the tip and sinking them back in. His pace rockets up, his tired muscles hard at work as he fucks you with his fingers, the wet sound of your pussy accepting them filling the air.

He wants to hear your voice too, slowing down and leaning over you to slide his fingers beneath your cheek and turn your head to the side so you’re no longer muffled by the pillow. Your gaze catches his and he smiles tenderly at you, pressing a kiss to your temple before returning to his previous position and hooking his fingertips into your g-spot, grinding harshly into it.

Predictably, you yelp, your eyes squeezing shut as he focuses on massaging that sensitive patch, his breath catching as he feels you get wetter around his fingers. You’re moaning now, your brows scrunched with pleasure and your mouth stuck open, and he reaches his free hand up to tap at your bottom lip with two fingers, sliding them into your mouth when you open wider for him.

You suction around them immediately, your tongue laving over his knuckles and bathing his fingers in saliva, and he feels his cock throb in his shorts in response, the memory of your perfect lips around it visceral and precious. He yanks his fingers back before he can get too distracted, reaching around you to sandwich your clit between them.

He starts fucking you with his other hand again, your hips jerking with it, stimulating your clit as he curls his fingertips towards your stomach, tapping your sweet spot with every thrust. It’s not long before you’re gasping out his name and clenching down, your thighs juddering as you fight to hold yourself up through the pleasure.

He doesn’t stop, pinching your clit harder and digging his fingers into you, scissoring them to stretch you out for another. A third squeezes in beside the first two, making you whine and claw at the duvet, your cunt contracting and trying to suck his fingers in deeper when he pulls them out.

“Fuck,” he groans, releasing your clit to press down on your back and deepen the arch, making it even easier for him to hit your g-spot. He wants to be inside of you, desperately, but he wants to make you cum again first, wants you to be so wet, he can just glide right in.

You’re getting close, he can tell by the way you’re pushing back into his thrusts and sobbing, and he doesn’t know what possesses him to say it, but it just feels so fucking right that he can’t stop the words from coming out.

“Cum for me and I’ll breed you full.”

You suck in a sharp gasp and bear down, your pussy rippling and leaking and fever hot as you break apart beneath him, your arousal soaking his hand and dripping down his wrist. It seems like it lasts forever, though he’s sure it helps that he’s still fucking his fingers into your g-spot as much as your tightness will allow.

He knows you’re done when you whimper brokenly and pull away from his touch, your hand reaching back to hold his wrist in place so he doesn’t follow you. He decides to let you catch your breath, sliding off the bed to shed his shorts and wipe his hand off on a towel, bringing it with him so he can spread it out under you like he should have done before.

You’re on your side when he returns, and he climbs back onto the mattress before carefully tugging at your shoulder and hip, pulling you to rest on your back and waiting for you to look at him.

When your eyes blink open, they’re teary and dazed, and you watch as he gathers a couple pillows, weakly lifting your hips just enough for him to slide them under you and lay the towel out on top of them. He’s gentle as he sets his hands on the backs of your knees and pushes your legs up, the angle making it easier for you to keep them tucked to your chest when your hands replace his.

He can tell your head is full of clouds by the way you gaze at him, and he attempts to bring you some clarity by asking, “Remember what I said before?”

You think for a second, your lips pouting as you try to recall, and he can’t resist leaning down over you and pressing his mouth to yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he soothes the sting with his tongue.

When he pulls away, it seems to come to you, and your eyes clear up just a bit as you respond, “You said you’d breed me full if I came for you.”

“Good, baby, that’s right. So what do you think I’m going to do now?” He asks, sitting back up on his knees and shuffling closer to lay his aching cock on your wet pussy, just barely grinding against you.

“You’re gonna-,” you take in a halting breath. “You’re gonna breed me?”

“Yeah, honey,” he nods with a hungry smirk, shifting his hips back enough to line himself up before pressing forward a few inches and popping the head of his cock inside of you. “I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum, until it’s dripping out of you. And then I’m gonna fuck it back in, and fill you up even more. Until it takes.”

You whimper from deep in your throat, pressing your lips together and readjusting your grip on your legs, your eyes darting down to stare yearningly at his cock.

“Do you want that?” He whispers, working himself in as slowly as he can manage, teasing both you and himself.

You just nod, but he wants to hear you say it, needs to hear it from your own lips.

“Tell me then.”

“I- I want you to fill me up with your cum, fuck a baby into me, please.”

He sinks the rest of his cock inside of you, covering your hands with his and spreading your legs wider, pushing them into your chest and resting his weight on them as he draws back and snaps forward.

He’s not gentle now, and he’s definitely not slow, his hips smacking into your ass as he thrusts forcefully into you, his grunts of exertion soon joining the cries escaping you. You’re staring up at him with stars in your eyes, your fingers tight on your thighs beneath his and your pussy fucking flawless around him, and he’s never been so in love.

That’s a thought he has constantly but he means it every single time, his devotion to you endless and all consuming.

His appetite for you is voracious enough to rival it; the need, the sheer greed that he feels when it comes to you stripping him down to his basest desires. He’s only human in the end, and nothing could be more human than the urge to love you, to fuck you, to breed you, to keep you. He knows you’re his already but beyond that ring on your finger, there’s one other thing that could show the world you belong to each other, and that includes pumping you so full of his cum, it sticks.

He’s getting close already just thinking about it, and the way you’re clenching and fluttering around him doesn’t help in the slightest. He wouldn’t mind breaking this early though, not when it means he can just get hard again and fuck his cum even deeper into you.

“Joshie,” you whine in the voice that means you’re inches away from the edge, and he feels his body respond, his heavy balls drawing up tight and his cock hardening further within you.

“Cum whenever you want, baby. I’m not stopping anytime soon,” he vows darkly, fully intent on keeping you in this bed and on his dick for the rest of the day. Maybe for the rest of his life.

You shudder at his words, gasping when he shifts his hips and changes the angle, the head of his cock now bullying right into your g-spot. He can’t hit as deep like this but he knows it’ll be enough to unravel you, and that’s exactly what he wants.

He grins wickedly when you start to ripple around him, knowing the waves of your orgasm are beginning to overtake you, and when it’s at its peak, he sinks in deep and lets you carry him with you. He groans roughly at the feeling of your undulating walls milking his cock, relief and bone deep satisfaction filling him as he fills you.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, fucking you through the sensitivity and burying his cum deeper inside of you. You buck against him in overstimulation, crying out his name with tears in your voice, and he feels his cock twitch and get harder, your pussy like a molten velvet vise around him.

An hour and two more loads pass by in a blur, every minute melting into the next as he ruts into you, barely pulling back enough to get any friction but grinding into your sweet spot to keep you pliant. He thinks he might’ve fucked you dumb, no words escaping your parted lips and no thoughts behind your glassy eyes. You’re still holding your legs up though, and that’s how he knows you’re present enough to hear him.

“Said I would fuck you full, didn’t I, baby?” He laughs breathily, his eyes trained on the sight of his cock thrusting into you, the combination of your arousal and his cum seeping out around him in bursts. “I think you’re pretty fucking full.”

You mumble something but he doesn’t catch it, and he shifts your legs onto his arms and leans down, bracing his hands on the bed to hold himself up. “What was that, honey?”

“Not enough,” you gasp out, releasing your thighs to wrap your arms around his neck. “It’s not enough, Joshie, I want more.”

Your words blend together but he hears them all the same, and a jolt of desire surges through him, traveling down his spine and ending in his cock. He gets his legs under him, trapping you in a mating press so he can put more power behind his hips as his strokes get deeper, longer, your fingernails digging into his neck with every thrust of his aching dick.

“I can give you one more, baby, I’ll give you whatever- whatever you want,” he groans raggedly, his vision blurring and his hips stuttering as he nears the edge for what he fears may be the last time. You clench and squeeze and flutter around him, whimpering, “Please, Joshie, breed me,” and that’s it for him.

This time when he cums, it’s enough to steal his voice, his breath, his thoughts. It’s blinding, the pleasure, but that just means he feels everything. He feels you falling to pieces on his cock, he feels the warmth of the sunset on his back, he feels his heart racing in his chest. He feels his cum filling you again, replacing what he’s fucked out, and more than anything, he feels satiated, like there’s nothing left to give and nothing left to take.

He all but collapses into you, shifting to rest his knees on the bed and dropping your legs from his arms, his face buried in your neck as he trembles and gasps for air. Your cunt is still hugging him tightly, and he winces at the sensitivity of his spent cock but doesn’t pull out, can’t pull out, not when he knows that all of his hard work will go to waste as soon as he does.

You run gentle fingers through his salty hair, your chest slowly rising and falling against his, and his body starts to grow heavy, exhaustion weighing him down and the comfort of your pussy keeping him warm.

He’s asleep before the golden light of the sun fades from the sky.

“Joshua, with everything we said, I have to ask… Have you changed your mind about kids?” You ask softly, your back to his chest and your body between his legs as you laze in the massive hotel bath together.

He presses his lips to your neck and thinks, only for a second, before responding, “No, I’m happy with our life. I don’t need anything but you.”

You let out a sigh of relief and turn in his arms, resting your cheek on his shoulder and tucking your legs up, your knees just barely out of the water. He scoops some up and pours it over you, not wanting you to get cold.

“Good, I feel the same way.”

“Love you,” he murmurs into your hair, kissing your crown and rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“I love you,” you whisper in return. “The breeding kink was hot though, let’s keep that?”

“Oh yeah, baby, for sure.”

AN: for @thatgirlfromwindsor and these anons 💖

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flametrashiraarchive · 11 months

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RENGOKU FLUFF [sfw]

I had this random little scenario pop into my head while I was working today so... here you go...

(I'm still working on the Sanemi fic- this is just a cute little warm up exercise)

You're fairly new to the demon slayer corps, but you've shown enough promise that you've earned the honor of being chosen to accompany a hashira on his mission.

The moment you see the pillar you know he can't be anyone other than the flame hashira. His hair and eyes are bright and fiery, his haori, legwraps, and sword all emblazoned with flame designs.

"What gave it away?" he jokes with you.

"Oh, I have excellent intuition."

He laughs. Loudly.

You've hardly known him a day and he far outranks you, but he talks to you like an old friend. He does it with everyone, and still somehow manages to make you feel special for it.

You're immediately loyal to him and immediately smitten.

The two of you talk about everything; from slaying demons to your favorite onigiri seasonings. Despite the long arduous march to your destination, your heart feels light and warm.

But five days later your shoes are rubbing and you've walked more than a hundred miles at his side. Your feet are swollen and aching. You can't help but feel frustrated. Gritting your teeth, you try to keep your discomfort hidden. But one afternoon as you make camp, Kyojuro catches sight of your blistered, swollen feet and his permanent smile drops.

"This isn't good," he says, crouching in front of you with nothing but concern in his golden eyes. "We still have a long way to go and I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Maybe soaking them in the river will help reduce the swelling?"

It's only the beginning of winter but the water is already ice cold. It's going to suck, but you'd rather suffer it than let him down. You gasp and recoil as you dip your toes in, trying to summon the strength to submerge your feet fully.

Kyojuro chuckles and sits on the ground beside you, unfastening his leg wraps and taking off his socks and sandals.

He takes your hand in his; so warm and firm, and despite the roughness caused by a lifetime of dedicated swordsmanship, his touch is somehow the softest thing you've ever known.

"We're in this together," he assures you, putting his feet in the freezing water. A muscle in his jaw leaps as he does it, but his smile never fades.

Following his lead, you do it too. And it helps.

The cold water really does soothe your aching feet, even if it is unpleasant at first. Kyojuro takes it as an opportunity to demonstrate breathing techniques, to calm your body and become aware of the energy flowing through every cell. Everything is a chance to learn, to improve, to grow.

"You're doing well," he says brightly. "I'm impressed by your ability to endure."

His praise refills your will.

When he notices you shivering, he puts his arm over your shoulder, wrapping his haori over the two of you, sharing his warmth.

"There. It's not so bad, is it?" he says. Whether he's trying to convince you or himself you're not entirely sure.

"No," you reply, leaning against him and feeling instantly comforted as a smile spreads across your lips. When you look up at him, his smile is brighter and warmer than any fire. "No, this isn't bad at all."

#rengoku #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #rengoku fanfic #kimetsu kyojuro #kimetsu rengoku #rengoku headcanons #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku fluff #rengoku drabble

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Remedy (Talon's End Extra April 2024)

Some short fluff for this month's extra! MC comes down with a bad cold, and Hawk doesn't know what to do about it. Contains mild spoilers for post-game Hawk/MC relationship. Mostly written for the romantic version of their relationship but could also be queerplatonic (maybe even platonic, depending on how you feel about cuddling and forehead kisses) if you ignore a couple lines near the end.

You sneeze for what feels like the hundredth time in the last hour, and Hawk's head immediately snaps up to look at you. They put their book aside and lean over to put their hand to your forehead. The difference in temperature between their cold skin and your feverish body makes you shiver. They tuck the covers around you more tightly and look down at you as if, should they blink, you will come untethered from this mortal coil.

"It's just a bad cold, Hawk."

They narrow their eyes at you. "Many animals feign wellbeing in their final days. Self-preservation instinct to avoid predators' attention."

"I don't think I'm feigning 'wellbeing' very well."

Hawk gives you a rueful smile. "No. You're not."

You reach over to pat Hawk's hand where they're unthinkingly pulling a loose thread from the edge of the blanket. "I'll be well in a few days."

"That's what you said yesterday."

"And it's still true—it's only been one day so far."

Hawk scowls at the accuracy of your statement, and your laugh initiates another round of coughing. Once it passes, you look up to see the same look of deep alarm that you've seen in Hawk's golden eyes too many times since yous tarted falling ill. "You're sure this is normal?" they ask

"Very sure."

Hawk manages to sustain a few seconds of anxious silence before resuming their questioning. "And you don't need a healer...?"

You shake your head. "Just rest. You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"I want to. If you want me to."

You nod, and they reach out to take your hand in theirs. Though Hawk's body isn't warm, it's not unlike a blanket: once it takes on enough of your own body heat, it holds it there, insulating you from the cold outside the bed. As you close your eyes and try to relax, you can feel the anxious static of Hawk's energy fade toward their usual calm.

You drift in and out of sleep, the fever and cough keeping you from resting deeply. After some time, you wake up sweating and kick all the blankets off, only to later wake again shivering. You sit up to hazily claw the blankets back over yourself, but you feel yourself being pulled into Hawk's arms as they lie down next to you, sweeping the blankets up over you both.

"Ridiculous," Hawk says as you bury your face against their chest. "Just rest."

"I'm trying," you say through chattering teeth.

Hawk sighs. "I don't know anything about... any of this. I don't think I'm helping."

"You are." You hold onto Hawk tightly as they rub your back, the warmth slowly returning to you.

"There are times I've wished I were born mortal, but I don't want this part."

You laugh—carefully, so you don't start coughing again—and pull away just enough to look at Hawk. "You'll have to leave the bed when I get too warm again."

"The human body makes no sense."

"Did you just realize that?"

Hawk scoffs and kisses your forehead. "Hardly, but I'll endure the whims of your fever and leave when you ask."

"You'll stay nearby, though?"

"Of course. As long as you want me to."

"Forever, then?"

Hawk chuckles. "You don't need to waste energy courting me; I'm already yours. So yes." They press their lips to the top of your head. "Forever."

#talon's end #te: extras #te: snippets #hawk

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kenlvry · 1 year

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team craig + team stan w/ an energetic crush or s/o. I saw this with another writer and just wanted to see how you would write it. thank you <3 and please drink your water

energetic reader

an: hello!! thankyou i drink 10 gallons every millisecond. also no jimmy sorry :(

kenny mccormick

kenny loved how you are, its like you are constantly consuming sugar. everytime you see him your face lights up and you do that roblox wave "KENNY!!!!" and walks over to him, or sometimes you just hug him. he finds it so cute, the way you act so goofy, you always cheer him up if he's down and he just loves you sm for it

kyle

yk at first he was annoyed ngl, how can someone have so much energy he thoughts. its like you have an unlimited social battery, he'd observe from afar of how you always smile so widely to people and talk to them as if you'd known them for years, he eventually get used to it. usually when his friends are overly energetic it means trouble but for you it wasny, it was a change of scenery for him. he likes it, he loves how you always cheers up the class or how the mood changes whenever yr around.

stan

he too, at first hated it. his life was tiring enough already now he has to deal with someone who overdoses on sugar? when he saw how you would always cheer up anyone he thinks your one of those annoying bitches who doesn't know how to shut up and when you talked to him he thought he had to hold in the thousands of curses he had in him but he actually was happy around you, you knew exactly what made him happy or you wouldn't judge him with his addiction to alcohol, i mean yr already act like a drunk person yrself. he grew a liking to it, he loves how you would greet him so warmly, how you always makes his day better and how you never get tired. he just loves you in general

eric

hates you. he hates how bubbly and energetic you are, how can you be so happy and energetic at school?? whenever you greet him he make sure you know he hates you "not this bitch again" you tbh could give no fucks. he does eventually like it though, he looks forward to the "HI CARTMANNN" every morning or "HELLOOOOO" you do when you join in a conversation with anyone. he still acts like he doesn't like it, but trust he loves it sm

clyde

he's someone who's energetic too so he loves it when someone matches his energy, you are so funny he laughs so hard when he's with you. you are the girl version of him. you two are so competitive whenever he loose to you you'd bring it up for days "oh yeah who lost chess again?? RIGHT YOU DID FUCKING LOSER" he does the same to you dw, hes the type to say "SUCK MY DICK Y/N" if he wins ong. he'd take you to parties knowing damn well you are going to be in the centre shaking your ass or smthin. you have a really high tolerance on alcohol, he'd do bets with people saying like whoever gets drunk first has to pay up 100, you already act like a drunk so its an ultimate win. he swears youre like a golden retriever with a high alcohol tolerance and is never tired.

tolkien

he loves it, he loves when you would go "OMG LOOK AT THIS" with such shock in your face and its literally a cat falling of a bed, your energetic energy is just so fun to him. he lives off of it. he loves when you go "tolkien my man!, literally" or the jokes you crack up.sometimes its tiring for him though so he'd let someone else deal with your behaviour, its like hes a mother who let his child run free. at parties you'd go around with him behind you "this is my boyfriend tolkien!!!!!!!" all smiley and happy like they don't know already

craig

to craig youre like a highschool bully who is the leader of the popular girls, always parties, too many boyfriends and is popular as hell. he doesn't get how people could handle your energetic behaviour, he sighs and prays for whoever ends up with a girl like you. he prays for himself i guess, he actually likes it tbh, it wasn't at all tiring as he thought. especially when your with stripe its like you never get tired and always play with stripe. he needs some ruckus in his life apart from cartman and the others. he loves you sm and he will never get sick of you

tweek

he... he doesn't know how to handle you. he himself doesnt know how to take care of himself. he loves you though he js yk.. yeah. he needs some time to process you because of how energetic you are, its like yr always in a rush. he would observe from afar how you act with other people and wow, other people can caught on to you pretty well, especially Clyde. clyde is the exact copy of you its like you two are twins separated from birth. tweek eventually gets used to it. he loves the "TWEEKKKKKK" you do when you see him, or sometimes you even wave to him like your whole arm is in the air waving to him even though your talking to someone else. he has to drag you away from parties though, stan would text tweek like "pick up yo girl" with a pic of you chugging a whole bottle or alcohol.

#kenny mccormick x reader #craig tucker x reader #tweek x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #tolkien x reader #eric cartman x reader #clyde donovan x reader #south park #south park x y/n #south park x you #south

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layla4567 · 10 months

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Adam Warlock Headcanons

Warnings: angst, smut, mentions of sex and body parts, nudity, mention of masturbation, mention of bondage, maybe gotg v3 spoilers, and i think that's all

SFW

Adam cares more about your feelings than his own. Do you have a small scratch on your face? Adam will put his hands on your cheeks and carefully examine you as if he were a doctor. Are you sad about something? He will not leave your side and will hug you if necessary, he will also listen to you for as long as you need without interrupting you.

He is an enthusiast for learning new things, he will want to learn all the information he can to enrich his experiences. He loves that you teach him things he doesn't know. He likes to listen to your warm voice while you explain to him what the earth is like or how plants grow or even your favorite book, the simple fact of seeing your face light up comforts him

If you know how to sing or dance, prepare for Adam to enjoy watching or listening to you all day. Your melodious and honeyed voice sweetening his ears like the nectar of flowers is for him the best sensation in the world. Sometimes he watches you with a tender look while you sing distractedly. And every time you dance, your joyous and contagious energy envelops Adam like a warm blanket. Your dizzying turns and the way you move your arms harmoniously make Adam want to dance with you and he wishes you would teach him.

He is definitely a jealous guy. He understands that you can have friends and be with several people but sometimes he feels sick to your stomach every time you're with a guy, it makes him feel insecure as if he's not good or handsome enough for you. Adam feels like you belong to him, and not in a toxic or misogynistic way, but it's just that to him you're the best thing that's ever happened to him and every time you don't spend time with him his heart sinks a little.

Adam hates bullies. When he sees that someone is being rude to anyone in Knowhere, his eyes harden and his fists clench firmly and he will walk with a sure step towards that person to teach him a lesson. However, Adam is quite a pacifist so he won't fix things by fighting, he will simply talk and maybe, why not, if the bully is too pedantic Adam will threaten him

This golden boy has a hard time expressing his feelings because he simply doesn't understand them, when he saw you for the first time he felt something in his belly, a strange tingling that filled him with adrenaline. He looked everywhere for help, at first he thought he was sick but the sensation was not uncomfortable, on the contrary, every time he was near you he felt comfortable and safe. He asked all the guardians what it was that he felt, they all said the same thing. Love. Oh boy, he got a little scared, he didn't know how to confess his feelings towards you.

When he finally made up his mind to tell you how much he loves you, he blurted out the words as if he were getting rid of a heavy load. Adam was afraid you'd reject him but apparently the feeling was mutual. You will always remember how his face relaxed and a big smile lit up his lips.

He loves hugs! He is like a child seeking maternal warmth. He will hug you whenever he can and sometimes when you are off guard. Being taller, he likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin on top of your head. Other times, you will be the one who needs a hug so he will wrap you in his strong arms wrapping you and caressing your back. He just loves physical contact as a love language.

And speaking of hugs, Adam also really enjoys cuddles. He likes to snuggle next to you when you're lying in bed. He will place his head on your chest and wrap his arms around your waist. He also loves it when you stroke his hair until he falls sound asleep. He prefers to be the little spoon but if you want he will be the big spoon and he will cover you and put his arms on your stomach like a big bear (since he is taller).

Adam really appreciates that you listen to him and pay attention without judging him especially when it comes to talking about his mother. He still feels somewhat guilty and responsible for what he happened to his mom so he seeks to vent to you and for you to comfort him. That's why Adam is also very overprotective, he doesn't want anyone to suffer or have the same fate as his mother. He couldn't bear the thought that someone was hurt because of him.

NSFW

Adam doesn't understand much about sex. He knows what he is but has never experienced it. In fact, for him it is a simple act done to conceive children. He didn't know he could have sex for pleasure until it was explained to him. Yet it's hard for Adam to understand why something like this would be satisfying.

As I mentioned before Adam had never felt a need to experience sex but the more time he spent with you a burning and primal sensation took over him. A sensation that made him clench his legs and clench his jaw. At first he felt embarrassed by this, he told himself that he should control himself while you are around so as not to scare you. He didn't want to force you to do something you didn't want.

One day Adam couldn't take it anymore and he rushed into your room, opening the door violently and getting on his knees hugging your waist and burying his face in your stomach. He told you that he was worried because he didn't know what was happening to him or how to stop it. "(Y/N) there is something wrong with me, you have to help me." He explained to you that every time he was with you he felt a wild need to touch you and feel your warm skin. You blushed because you knew exactly what was wrong with him. How could you tell him that he was basically horny and probably his raging hormones required him to fornicate with someone?. He looked into your eyes with visible confusion. For him to understand you caressed his cheek, that little touch was enough for Adam to close his eyes with a sigh and melt in your hand like butter in the sun.

You offered to try that experience with Adam but he refused. "No (Y/N) in any way, I will not force you to do something you do not want." Oh but if he knew that you wanted that since you first saw him. His statuesque physique captivated you but his cute and lovable personality was what won your heart. You wanted to teach Adam because everyone said having sex gave you serotonin. You gave him a passionate kiss, the first of many. It was the first time that Adam tasted your lips, they were even softer than he could have imagined. You led him to your bed and sat on his lap. His hands shyly gripped your hips. Each kiss you planted on his jaw and neck made him gasp. Every time you rubbed your ass against his crotch he felt something grow under there but he had no idea what it was. Your hands on his abdomen and shoulders are enough to turn him on. When they were both ready they began to undress.

When he took off his pants, he was surprised to see that his penis was erect. Was it because of that tingling he felt in his pants? "It's normal" you said smiling. You led Adam into your entrance. He was afraid of hurting you but you told him it was okay for him to hold his grip on your thighs and squeeze them if he wanted. Adam nailed his fingers into your fleshy skin, yet it was soft and delicate. You leaned Adam's body towards yours and now with your mouth in his ear and his head on your neck your hot breath made him feel feverish, your moans filled his head and his grunts matched yours.

Your nails scratching on his back made him feel an electric shock throughout his body. They were about to reach the climax but he didn't know what to do, he just felt that his penis hardened and your walls tightened more around him. "(Y/N)?" You look at him panting. "I think-.." he couldn't finish the sentence because fluid shot out and filled you. He got scared thinking that he had done something wrong but when he saw that you weren't upset and that you had also released that fluid, he calmed down. Catching your breath, you explained that they had reached orgasm. Adam felt better, he had never experienced anything like this and now understand why everyone said he made you feel good. That burning sensation had disappeared to give rise to the relief. They stayed talking and I explained to him that sometimes the people did a second round. He was enthusiastic and proposed to try it, in his innocent mind he believed that something so pleasant should be done more often. Laughing, you told him that people didn't have as much resistance as he did and they ended up exhausted. Then they practiced aftercare, both of you holding each other Adam behind you nuzzling your back with his nose and you holding your hands in front of your chest massaging them. It could be said that Adam was now more expert

But when they were apart whether on missions or whatever, Adam had a hard time containing his primal urges. He missed your touch on his abdomen or the way he called out his name. So you also showed him that he could give himself pleasure whenever he wants. At first you showed him how, wrapping his hand around his member and rubbing it up and down. Adam had never had that explained to him and he wondered why, it was almost as good as having sex with another person. Now every time he's away from you by himself, practice what you taught him with your face in his thoughts.

I see Adam as a sub but he could also be a soft dom. He prefers that you be on top of him riding him and teaching him everything you know how to do. On the other hand, if he is the dom he will be as soft as he can be and will constantly ask you if you feel good, if you want to continue or if he is hurting you.

What does Adam like most about you? Your kisses. Your mouth running over his sculpted body is enough to have him on his knees begging to touch your body. Your warm lips or your small bites will drive him crazy wanting for more. And what is Adam's favorite part of your body? It is a tricky question because Adam loves your whole body but I think it would be your abdomen and a little below it without reaching your privacy. He has learned what your weak points are to make you squirm as you desperately pull at his scalp.

Finally, it was clear that Adam loves to learn and try new things, but as long as it is something that does not involve harming yourself. So he doesn't really like the idea of bondage, handcuffs, hot wax, etc. But he could try it for you if you insist. Also, you would tell him that if it is practiced properly, it is not risky or dangerous. Even so, at the slightest sign that you don't feel comfortable, he will stop.

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lavvys-headcanons · 3 months

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So I was wondering what you would think of the Skelebois with a Male S/O (or gn if you want) who's just generally really energetic and kind random. Think like a golden retriever bf but like, on crack (def mixes coffee and redbull just for shits and giggles). They can chill out for a bit from time to time but most of the time it's more of a “yes I turned an old couch into a very impractical motorboat. What of it?” Kinda vibe. (Undertale, Swapfell indigo, maybe horrortale and dealers choice for whoever)

-chocolate fo you 🍫🍫🍫🍫

AU Bros With A Chaotic S/O

Undertale-

Sans: He's so chill with it honestly. Like, he'd take your little gremlin concoction of multiple energy drinks and chug them with you and you both can die together in bed with an insane migraine. Don't get me wrong tho, he still won't get off his ass, so maybe just carry him if you wanna take him on adventures. Like he'd love to go on a date to the Hotlands and mess with Undyne with you, maybe just backpack him tho.

Papyrus: He's gonna try and parent you, snatching away your stuffs he thinks is, "dangerous", (Which is, but we won't admit it.) Look on the bright side, he can actually match your energy! Minus the chaotic-ness, you guys are a perfect pair of being golden retriever partners!

Swapfell-

Nox: The brat isn't gonna wanna run around, so he'd definitely get you one of those backpack leashes and make you wear it when you two go out. (It comes back to hit him when you just drag him along.) He probably won't indulge in the energy drinks, but he will in coffee tbh. If you time it right with his coffee, he'll be hyped enough to go around the house and mess with the other skele-boys.

Rus: On occasion, he'll jump up like a cat when you surprise him, but he'll never admit it. Lets you get your energy out of your system before he decides, "That's enough, cmere you devil", and yoinks you from your lil schemes. He'd hide you in his pocket if he could, but he'd probably squish you if we're being honest.

Horrortale-

Ash: Nervous at first when he met you, but warmed up quick when you guys got closer and got together. He's a bit too nervous to go on energy high induced adventures with you, so maybe just settle for a hike or walking around together for now?

Poplar: He wants to make you happy, but he needs you safe. His favorite methods of doing this, is either holding your hand when going out, or, alternatively, yanking you back with the hems of your clothes (lovingly). He indulges in silliness, and once you somehow convinced him to boil his pasta in energy drinks. Didn't taste good, but he ate it to make you happy.

This was a fun one to break my hiatus with tbh! I stuck with it gn, hope you don't mind, and have a lovely day!

#sans x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale x reader #swapfell sans x reader #swapfell papyrus x reader #horrortale papyrus x reader #horrortale sans x reader

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Hi! Your writing is amazing! Could you write something Joe Toye x reader or George Luz x reader?

The Rest of the World Falls Away

George Luz x reader

A/N: This is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real veterans! I feel like I don't have as many fics for Luz as I do for Joe, so I decided to go with him. Thanks for the request, Anon, and I hope you like this! 💕🕊️ Warnings: mentions of war

The airfield is buzzing with energy, like a livewire. Uniformed men dart around in every direction, trying to find all their supplies, trying to get in line for a mohawk, trying to get the grease smeared on their face just right. And trying to find their friends to say goodbyes that hopefully won’t be goodbyes – merely see you later-s or good luck-s.

There seems to be an endless list of things to do, and at the same time, nothing you can do but watch and wait. Standing with your fellow nurses off to the side in front of the tents, you observe the scene around you, trying hard not to think about how some of these men that you’ve gotten to know will not be coming back from this jump. Instead, you keep your eyes focused on the sky.

It’s brilliant, as the British men walking around would say. Warm sunlight lights the area, spilling golden paint over the scene, giving it an angelic look. Even the palest and most nervous of the men regain some of their natural color standing in it, coming back to life. Artists will paint this someday, making them all look strong and shining, like paintings of the Greeks and Trojans preparing for war. Hopefully the artists will get the lighting right.

“Everything ready to go?” Sarah, one of the upper echelon of the nurses, asks for the hundredth time, just to give herself and everyone else something to do. When all of you nod in response, she pushes a sigh through her nose. “Well, nothing to do but wait then.”

You wring your hands as you watch the men. Men with whole lives ahead of them. Men with families back home worrying about them. Men with girlfriends . . .

As if on cue, one of the paratroopers approaches then. He strides forward purposefully, and even beneath all the paint on his face and his mused-up hair, you would recognize him anywhere – especially when he gets close enough to flash you a smile.

“Oh!” One of the other nurses pats your shoulder. The gesture says it all: there’s excitement and jealousy that your beau has sought you out before the Big Jump, but also sympathy because of the risk . . .

The rest of the nurses are probably expecting a show. The last thing you want is for these next few minutes to be a spectacle, though, something that they can replay in their minds whenever they need a bit of drama, or something they can claim as their own years down the road when they need a good story to tell. No, this belongs to you. And to George.

And to no one else, you decide as you step forward to meet him. Gently, you ghost your hand over his elbow, steering him away from the gaggle of nurses, back behind the tents, to a more private area. It’s not like you expect something to happen – there’s no time for anything that anyone would love to gossip about – but if you can be selfish this once, claiming a few moments for yourself, then now is the perfect time.

Once the two of you are away from prying eyes, George takes your hands in his. He holds them, and you squeeze his in turn. You stare at your joined hands, neither speaking; there’s too much to be said, with everything that’s about to happen. It is strange, though, to see George at a loss for words. Who would have thought it possible?

Finally, George shakes his head. “Can’t believe it’s finally here. The Big Jump.”

“I can’t believe we’re getting split up,” you say. “Two years. We’ve seen each other almost every day since Toccoa . . .”

A cruel twist of fate, surely. It had been easy to imagine that you would be one of the nurses chosen to travel to France and establish an aid station. But instead, you’ll be here, in England, waiting.

George runs one of his thumbs along the side of your finger. “Gives me all the excuse I need to get the job done and get out of there.”

You’re long past the point of feeling embarrassed whenever you realize how much George likes you, and how much you like him in return. Still, your heart flutters inside your chest like a butterfly beating its wings against a glass jar; it could soar to new heights if you would let it.

Now seems like the perfect time. You hate slipping one of your hands out of George’s, but you use it to reach into the pocket of your apron and take hold of a small piece of paper. Then you press it into George’s free hand.

“Here,” you say, pressing your token of affection into his hand. “To remember me by.”

The picture had come in a letter from home a few weeks before. It’s the small photograph that had been taken on the day of your graduation from high school. A few years old now, it still looks like you, nevertheless.

George smiles down at it. With care, he stows it away in his jacket pocket, right over his heart. He pats it. “That way you can make the jump with me,” he explains.

Before either of you can say another word, that fateful call echoes across the airfield – the men are being told to get ready to board the planes.

No! That can’t be right! There has to be more time. You have so many things to say, you just need a little more time to figure out how to word them –

“Hey.” George takes your chin in his hands, bringing you to focus on him. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” Beneath his face paint, his eyes look determined. Your own feel wide as saucers.

“Okay,” you agree. Not caring about the grease coating his face, you surge forward and kiss him. For just a moment, the rest of the world falls away. Away from prying eyes, you try to convey everything you want to say in this one kiss: how much he means to you, how you hope he’ll make it back . . . With the sudden rush of activity on the airfield, kissing George is like standing, unbothered, in the eye of a hurricane, safe from the storm.

The kiss breaks and the storm sweeps the two of you up in it. You’ve got to go, both of you. There are duties to be performed. Duties that the outcome of history, the fate of the world, depend upon.

“I love you,” you whisper. It’s only the second time you’ve admitted it.

“I love you, too,” he whispers back. “Will you wait for me?”

“Of course.”

He kisses your hand then, like a gentleman in a novel, as he departs. A smile flashes from beneath his face paint, and then he’s walking away, to the rest of his company, to the planes, to his fate. But every few feet, he glances over his shoulder at you.

There’s probably something that you should be doing. But with all the preparation that you and the other nurses took part in this morning, you doubt there’s anything to keep you distracted. Collecting yourself, you break away from your spot and begin walking back to the tent. As you walk, over all the commotion, you hear a familiar voice that hasn’t quite faded into the distance yet yell, “Hi-ho, Silver!” followed by other men laughing, cheering, and returning the call.

You smile despite yourself. If George is still joking, then everything is going to be okay.

#george luz #george luz x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #my writing

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john-kramers-left-sock · 7 months

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Inktober Day 6: Golden

Pairing: John Kramer x Reader

Sfw

(I want to do bloody stuff but at the same time I've been desperate for comfort stuff, so here's some sweetness)

The golden hour. The time just after sunrise or before sunset when light is infused with red and gold tones. There was something so soft about this time of day, so distant from the hell that reality really was. When the room was bathed in golden light, and the world was silent, if only for a moment.

As the sun began to rise, you stepped out of your room. The sun shown softly through the windows of the old warehouse, through the rafters and just touching the concrete floor. Your slippers made a soft padding noise as you made your way to that familiar workshop.

John sat at his desk, as always he was tinkering away at his next game. Planning everything down to the last detail, leaving no room for error. He didn't notice your arrival, too caught up in his own work.

"Darling," you call out to him, standing behind his chair. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you begin to massage them gently. A loving touch that was sure to break the man out of his trance. "Did you work all night again?"

"Indeed I did," John spoke after a moment of thought, glancing to the clock on his right. It was now 6am, much later than he had planned being up. His tired eyes squint in the morning sun, as if just recognizing the solar rays. "I'm sorry, dear. I got caught up with work."

"Come on now, stand up. Did you take your pills?" You watch John shake his head, making you sigh. You help him out of his chair and up into the light. Your arms wrap around him, and your head is on his shoulder. For a moment, the two of you stop, just embracing each other in the morning light. "I'm worried about you. Your health is bad enough as it is. You need to take care of yourself"

"I know. Don't worry. It will all work out the way it should. I promise," John's raspy voice mumbled into your hair as he pressed a kiss to your head. He holds you in a soft hug, not having the energy to do much more. His fingers run through your hair gently, treating you like you're delicate, made of porcelain. "You know I love you, right?"

"I know. I love you too. I always will," a smile appears on his face as you say this. Pulling back slightly, you press your lips to his in a kiss. The two of you stand under the golden light, sharing an intimate moment before life must continue on, no matter how hard.

#saw 2004 #saw x #saw franchise #saw movies #john kramer x reader #john x reader #john kramer #john #jigsaw #inktober #golden hour #golden #light #sunrise #saw

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ayoharuko · 6 months

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Genshin Boy's Scenario's

(When you wear a wedding dress pt: 5)

Helloo!! Omg its been WAY too long since I've written something for you guys, I'm super duper sorry but collage and life in general got so busy to be honest, even if I have been reblogging (Check out my reblog blog) but anyways. ENJOY!!

Also before we start, the reader here is female(She/Her) and if you guys don’t like the wedding dresses I've picked out. Your all free to decide/imagine what type of wedding dress you would want to wear! Enjoy!

Including: Kaveh & Cyno!

REMINDER: The characters here doesn't belong to me, they belong to Mihoyo and the pictures here belongs to their respective owners as well, lastly. This is all fictional so please try not to take these too seriously :)

"Everything HAS to be perfect" A familiar blond said as he was overthinking designs for your wedding.

Mind you, it was almost 4 in the morning, and your wedding was a week away, he was starting to get VERY overwhelmed...

" *Sighs* I...this will never be good enough..how am I going to give her the perfect wedding when I can't even do things right..." The architect leans his head on top of his desk and sulks, not knowing that you had awoken from your slumber and started looking for your fiancé.

"Kaveh? Honey?" You called out to him while approaching him, he immediately sat up straight and looked at you in shock while you grasped in horror.

Kaveh had huge bags under his beautiful eyes and he looked extremely tired....

"Honey...what are you doing still awake?" You asked holding his shoulders, worry in your e/c eyes.

"I..well.." He gestures to the papers scattered around his desk and you saw what seemed to be...pillars and an altar?

"Oh my sweet love..." You cooed at him and sat yourself on his lap, kissing his forehead and caressing his cheek with your slightly cold hand.

"We don't have to rush y'know?" You said smiling warmly at him, he hesitated but leaned into your touch, "I...I just wanted to surprise you and make sure you'll enjoy our wedding day..." He said closing his eyes and sighing.

"Well..you don't have to do that, everything will work out in the end my love, although I appreciate you wanting me to enjoy our wedding day I'd rather see you having fun and not stressin over it a week before our wedding day" You said in a lecturing tone.

"Sorry...I got too worried" He said chuckling and holding you tighter in his lap, "Alright, now that we have that settled, did you forget we have to go out later with Alhaitham?" You said now curling his golden hair in your fingers.

"Uhm...remind me where sweetheart? And why is Alhaitham gonna be with us?-" He stopped his sentence mid way as you looked at him with a 'Are you f*****g kidding me?' face.

Then it clicked in his head...you guys were going wedding dress hunting....

"Oh...I-i still don't know why Alhaitham has to go with us!" He argued, you giggled and just told him that you both should go back to bed and leave in the afternoon since you both know he needs the sleep.

⧖ ⧗ ⋈

"Baby? Sweetie? Wake up, we have to go now..." You whispered into his ear, the blond stirred and opened his eyes half way to see you leaning over his face sending him a smile, "An angel..." He whispered blushing slightly.

You giggled and smacked his arm and helped him get ready, he was still a little groggy but your kisses gave him more energy.

"Late to your own wife's fitting? typical Kaveh" Alhaitham looks at the both of you with a book in his hand, "Sorry Alhaitham...maybe having coffee after all this will suffice?" You said smiling at him as he nodded and turned to Kaveh who was glaring at him.

"Oh? Whats with that look on your face Kaveh?" The scribe asked cooly, "ohhh youu-" "Ah! It seems like the Bridal Stylist has arrived!" You said dragging Kaveh away from Alhaitham as you wanted no fights happening for the sake of everyone.

"You must be Miss L/n?" She asked as she smiled kindly at us, you nodded and the whole 'Picking the Dress' process had begun.

Oh how chaotic it was.

"I think this dress would be more comfortable to wear than the one Kaveh had picked" Alhaitham said as he held a beautiful dress up while Kaveh snarls at him.

"I'm the soon to be husband so I know that this dress would be more comfortable to wear than that" He said with full confidence.

You watched as they both bickered over and over again, after a minute you finally had enough and told them to just wait outside the store...

They both sat outside on chairs kindly provided by the owner, "You have quite the gentlemen accompanying you Miss" She said as you sighed tiredly while holding 2 dresses.

"You have nooo idea...my best friend and fiancé are 2 completely different people.." You said as you continued looking at other dresses, "Yet I do know they care for each other...in their own tiny way" The owner chuckled at your words and you both continued finding your dream dress.

"Could you stop sulking Kaveh? If you want to see her then go back inside" The scribe said almost rolling his eyes at the architect who glares at his best friend man but took his advice and went back inside the shop calling out for you and the owner.

"We're back here hon!" You yelled, the sound coming from one of the changing rooms at the back of the shop.

He went towards it and the curtains were pulled back by the owner who was smiling brightly at him, "Are you ready to see your bride dear?" She asked making sure that the curtains are still hiding you.

He gulped and blushed while nodding eagerly, she giggled and revealed your stunning form while wearing a simple yet elegant dress that the owner actually picked for you.

"Oh wo-wow..." The blonds mouth was dry and he couldn't talk out the words he wanted to say, too speechless and in awe of your beauty, it was you who snapped him out of his trance with a hand waving in front of his face, the owner had already left you both for your privacy.

"So...how do I look?" You asked twirling around for him, the dress elegantly twirling as Kaveh's breath goes away for a second.

"I-I...you look amazing! Radiant!" He said phrasing you with an obvious blush in his face, you giggled and kissed his cheeks muttering a thanks.

"Looks like I found my dress, lets go pay for it my love" You said kissing him on the lips this time, he cheerfully agreed and you both payed for the dress and thanked the kind owner for everything (She gave you guys a discount!)

"Sorry for making you wait Alhaitham" You said smiling at him, he sighs and nods, "Kaveh, why do you look like you lost your mind?" He asked the blond who still hasn't gotten the image of you in the grown out of his head.

"S-Shut up Alhaitham" He said grabbing your hand and securing the white box containing your dress and started walking while pulling you with him, "He-Hey! We shouldn't just leave him hon!" You yelled in protest as your friend watches you both walk away with lidded eyes. his actually happy for you both don't worry lol

Overall, you all had a chaotic start to your day but it ended with bickering, laughs, dinner, sweets and lots of love ♡

"Cyno..honey...do I look....ugly in this dress? You don't have to lie just be honest..." You asked wearing a ballgown dress with a teary expression.

"You look like....a Mother Hen." He said with a blank face being brutally honest and Tighnari smacked his friends head (Cyno wasn't wearing his helmet) while Nilou pushed you back into the dressing room.

⧖ ⧗ ⋈ Hours Earlier ⧖ ⧗ ⋈

You, Nilou and Tighnari were currently walking towards a Bridal Store since you needed to get fitted and find the perfect gown for you!

"So Cyno will try and finish his work so he can catch up with us here?" The forest ranger asked in a flat tone.

"Well yes ahaha..." I said laughing nervously as Tighnari deadpanned at this, "The General Mahamatra is always busy...but he always makes time for you right Y/n?" Nilou asked in a gentle tone one different from Tighnari's.

"He does...so you don't have to scold him later when he gets here Tighnari" I said nudging him while Nilou giggled softly.

We reached our destination and went inside the shop and got greeted by the shop keeper, she pushed Nilou and I to the dressing room which was actually big and had space for 5 people and started measuring me while Nilou assisted her.

Cyno sighed as he took off his Matra helmet and went inside the bridal shop, looking around he saw Tighnari looking at some of the gowns all around.

"Wheres Y/n and Nilou?" He asked the ranger and Tighnari turned around and smacked his head and started scolding him right away.

"Not requesting a day off and coming with us is really disgraceful to Y/n ya know" He said giving a blank stare at the General.

"S-Sorry...their were some urgent matters that had to be taken care of in the desert" Cyno said in a low tone as he crossed his arms.

Tighnari sighed and answered his last question, "As for your question: Y/n and Nilou are both in the dressing rooms, all we have to do is wait for them" He said his ears flopping slightly.

"Alright we're done taking your measurements! Now your free to pick whatever dress you want, don't forget to fit them so you know what it looks like" The shop keeper said smiling warmly at us.

Me and Nilou thanked the owner and we all went out of the dressing rooms, I then saw my soon to be husband and immediately ran to him and gave him a tight yet loving hug.

"You made it!" I said with pure happiness, he pat my back and I let go of him, "So, operation: find a good dress is a go!" I said flowing with determination and we four slit in two groups, I was with my future hubby while Nilou and Tighnari were together.

You ended up trying a ballgown on but Cyno did say you looked like a mother hen soo you all continued the search for 'The One'

From what seemed like hours Nilou came to you and gave you three gowns to try and they looked very different from each other.

As you were getting help from the owner to try them on one by one, Nilou asked Cyno to sit outside the shop first.

"But why?" The general asked curiosity in his eyes, "Hehe, you don't have to know for now. We'll just call you back in! Don't worry it won't take too long" The dancer said giggling while pushing him out of the shops door.

Tighnari watched this with a sigh and they both waited for you to finish fitting in the first gown.

"Uh...no, it makes me look a little too...sexy?" You said and the dress did look too sexy so you declined and went onto the second one and Tighnari hated it while Nilou loved it it was a mermaid dress.

The last dress was actually perfect but a little too pricey....

Tighnari and Nilou said it looked beautiful and looks easier to wear in the desert since your wedding will take place in Aaru Village and the desert does tend to be windy.

Yes. I think you found your perfect dress aka 'The One'

"Cyno, you can come in now!" Nilou said with a very happy smile, Cyno walked through the door and his eyes sparkled when it was casted on you.

To him it felt like you casted a spell on him all over again, you blushed and smiled at his reaction while Tighnari and Nilou decided to give you two some needed privacy (They went outside of the shop)

The shops keeper was also busy so you both were completely alone, taking this chance: Cyno walked over to you and held your hand with the ring on it, "Your gorgeous Rouhi..." He said kissing that same hand with the ring on.

Your heart swooned and you hugged him tightly, "I'm so ready to spend my life with you..." You said sighing happily.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat, it was the shop owner who looked at you both with a smile.

You and Cyno immediately mad some distance from each other with blushing faces, as the owner chuckled.

"Would you like me to box your dress?" She asked and you thanked her and went back into the dressing rooms to change back into your old outfit.

As soon you were done you gave her the dress and she boxed it for you while Cyno (He insisted) payed for the dress.

Once you both finished thanking the owner for everything you and Cyno walked out of the shop to see Nilou and Tighnari waiting patiently and when they saw you two they smiled.

"Soo...operation: find a good dress is went great?" Tighnari asked nudging you, "It didn't just go great, it was amazing!" You said smiling brightly while Cyno slightly smiled as well.

"Do you both wanna come over for dinner?" You asked the two and they wanted to refuse but in the end you forced them.

Your day ended with an amazingly cooked dinner to you and Cyno having some early honeymoon celebration on your bed~

Thank you so much for reading this far! ᐢᗜᐢ

Since Christmas Vacation is near for me I'm planning (don't know if I'll actually do it tho) to have a Christmas week fluff oneshots!

Since I pretty much didn't write anything for Halloween and my brain feels empty whenever I think about weather I should do No Nut November headcanons for different characters from different fandoms I write on...I might just do-

Anyways! Thank you again for being patient and reading this far, I hope you enjoyed reading!~♡

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

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oxymorayuri · 6 months

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟓 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 »

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Story: The princess of Tanata

(Long Fic)

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Spoiler: none

Warnings: none

slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 3136

Text in italics emphasizes the reader’s thoughts

In this chapter I had to make some cut/scene change because otherwise I wouldn't have gotten out of the loop… I just have so many good ideas but before I get there we need a little more input -.-zZz

It's a little shorter than usual but I'm tired and didn't want to make the following chapter unnecessarily long ^w^

Have fun, kiss kiss ♡

You wait for the pirates at the meeting point and you're glad you were able to leave the theater without drawing much attention to yourself. Your grandfather didn't want to let you go at first and suggested that you go home together, but you told him you had to meet Thalia to apologize to her. Your grandfather eyed you calmly. Since you could no longer look him in the eyes, you gave him a small curtsy and quickly ran away from him.

You breathe out in frustration. The situation is becoming more and more heated and you can still feel your grandfather's blank stare. With your back pressed against the wall, you wait tensely for the others. You hear footsteps and you push away slightly from the wall to greet the pirates, but when you look into the person's face you freeze in place. It's Thalia with a disappointed look on her face. For a brief moment you think about running away but it's in vain as Thalia was already grabbing you by your coat.

"W- W- Why weren't you there and saw our play!!!!" Even if she looks really mad and is holding on to your collar, she cries like a little girl. She is an absolute carousel of emotions. Big tears roll down her cheeks and snot runs out of her nose. She shakes you back and forth because you don't answer her, you have no idea how to explain this to her or what you're even telling her. All the shaking makes you dizzy and you grab her by the shoulders and stop her by putting some pressure on her.

"I'm sorry Thalia!" You half scream at her to drown out her crying. She sniffles at you with red eyes. Her golden eyes burn into yours and you look to the side, at a loss for words. A little angry, Thalia wipes her tears from her face. Her delicate white skin turns slightly red in the face.

"Callistus is totally disappointed too!" At his name you quickly look at Thalia's face again. You're not happy with it yourself either.

"Say something (y/n)!!" Her voice seems desperate and her eyes fill with tears again. You make a painful grimace, seeing her like that isn't easy even if you've seen her cry many times before. She has been your friend since childhood and she has always been very whiny and full of energy but today was her big day and you were not in the audience. You carefully take her in your arms and stroke her back.

"Look, Thalia, I have no idea how to make this up to you... nothing can excuse the fact that I wasn't there to cheer on you." You squeeze her lightly and only hear her sniffle softly and are relieved when she returns your hug.

"Heeey (y/n)" you hear from behind you. You freeze at Nami's voice and lift Thalia slightly to turn around with her in the direction of Nami and the other pirates. Now Thalia's back is to the group and you see how the pirates came running towards you.

Nooo, does that have to be now?

You and Thalia are still in each other's embrace but now you hear Thalia's demanding voice.

"(y/n) who are these people?" You laugh nervously. Thalia knows everyone in this city and especially the people around you. Thalia pushes away from you and looks at you. Your eyes glance back and forth and you do everything you can to escape her intense eyes as she tries to force you to look into her eyes. You guys do a little back and forth and when she had enough, she shook you to get you to stop avoiding her.

"tell me!" Her sweet voice sounds so demanding, you only know her like that when she takes on a theater role. Astonished, you finally look into her eyes and drop your shoulders.

You grab her by her delicate shoulders and lead her to your side so that she is now standing next to you and can look at the strangers. She now looks at the pirates faces, somewhat surprised, without knowing that they are pirates.

"You're not people from Tanata. Who are you?!" Thalia builds herself up with a proud chest and appears brave and strong. You have to hold back your laughter. She's too cute to play such a strong role. Her fine blonde hair brushes her shoulders and arms, which she puts on her hips. She looks sternly at the group in front of her.

Your 'secret' friends look at Thalia a little surprised, she looks more like a little doll than a strict person. It's Law who ultimately breaks the silence.

"I heard that the people of Tanata introduce themselves before they ask for the other person's name?" He looks cheekily into your eyes, even though his answer goes to Thalia. You stand there with your mouth open for a moment and then look over at Thalia worriedly. You're glad that she's ignoring the way Law looks at you, but immediately after that feeling, the next worry comes. How does Thalia react to that? She is undoubtedly a ray of sunshine, but you can get burned in the sun! You tensely watch her expression. She has such a good poker face... you can't tell if she's about to start laughing or if she's about to go for his throat.

“Well, I don’t really need to know your name.” She replied and made a rather rude hand gesture. Law raised an eyebrow and for a brief moment it seemed like he couldn't believe what she was saying.

“We’re pirates.” He said dryly.

Thalia froze like a block of ice at his words.

"P-p... Pi...?!" She stammered before taking weak steps backwards. You notice Thalia losing her balance and rush to her side before she falls over. She falls somewhat theatrically into your arms and before she loses consciousness, she finishes her stammering "...Pirates?!". Completely overwhelmed by the situation, you alternately look at Thalia's cute face and then at the pirates. Now you have to take care of the others AND Thalia.

"are you crazy?!" you ask horrified with a quiet voice so that no passers-by will notice.

Law just shrugs his shoulders a little like he would say; -at least we don't have to explain anything to her now-. With Nami's help you put Thalia on your back and carry her piggyback. Together with the pirates you bring Thalia home. Luckily she lives in a small townhouse near the theater. You avoid the crowded streets and after a short walk you arrive in front of Thalia's house. While the others wait outside, you put the unconscious woman in her bed but as you wanted to turn around to leave her bedroom, you heard Thalia rolling around in bed.

“(y/n)?” You turn to her and her eyes look at you a little tired. "You owe me something." She half whispers while barely pointing her finger at you. You nervously run your fingers through the ends of your hair.

“Yeah, a lot” you grin at her “I promise you, I have a good reason... See you tomorrow?” She waves you out of her room as she got comfortable in her bed "See you tomorrow (y/n)…"

In the fireplace room of Hera's Palace you let yourself fall onto the soft sofa. Nami made herself comfortable next to you while Robin looked at the paintings and artifacts on the walls.

"Hey Princess, you said we could feel at home. I'm going to have some booze, does anyone else want a drink?" Zoro asked while already rummaging through the bar. Nami was the first to speak up and moaned she could definitely use a drink. How much you would love to have a glass or two of wine right now but you shouldn't do that because you still have to talk to your grandfather. Even though you could build up some courage, you think back and forth. You shake the thought away. It's still not wise. You decline gratefully and watch as Nami happily sips from her glass.

"Straw Hat-ya's vitals are stable. Now will you explain to us how you did that?" He sits down in an armchair next to you and puts one foot on his other knee. His arms rest on the armrest as he leans back. His robe rides up and folds into his lap, exposing his calves.

"Hummm.. How did I do that... I have the abilities of the Taimutaimu devil fruit. In principle, I am able to control space and time." Law listens carefully to your words, when you said -space- he straightened in his seat and you think you saw a flash in his eyes.

His gaze is so enigmatic.

"Can you explain that in more detail?" Interested, he looks deep into your eyes, his fingers rest on his chin and lightly pass over his lips. Still, you recognize his little cheeky smile. You have the feeling that he is leading the conversation, as if he is allowed to question you more and more... You are a priestess and the princess and yet you like his arrogant undertone. It literally heats you up and you decide to get involved in its energy.

"For example, I can accelerate the growth of plants or skip processes until a specific point in time, like with the monster wave. First I stopped the time of the wave itself and-..." - "...-The water evaporated ...So you fast forwarded time to the moment when the water evaporates?" Law remembered when the wave suddenly froze and shortly afterwards 'shattered' into tiny droplets before settling into the air like fog. Well recognized, you thought to yourself as you gave him a satisfied nod in response.

"And since everything ultimately moves in space and time, I can actually manipulate everything to a certain extent. But there are limits and death is a consequence if I exceed them. Since I 'play' with time, my own time stands at stake." Nami shifts a little tensely in her seat and slides a little closer to you.

“That sounds tricky!” Nami puts a hand to her cheek worriedly. "That may be true but in this generation I am destined to be the bearer of the Taimutaimu devil fruit." You rise from the sofa, slowly letting your cloak fall to the floor and moving your hair to the side so that your back is visible. With your back turned to the others, you reveal a writing on your spine. An unknown language that resembles symbols more than actual letters.

"I can't believe my eyes." Stunned, Robin cautiously approaches you. You look over your shoulder at Robin, the others seem just as surprised as you are.

"~I know the past, live the present and create the future~" Robin read somewhat delicately. She has to approach your back because the symbols are quite small and neatly lined up one below the other on your spine. "You can read this ancient script?" You turn to her in surprise and a questionable emptiness is reflected in her eyes. A little off the mark, she answers your question with a 'yes'.

You hum in surprise. "Even my father and his friends couldn't read these writings. They said that outside of Tanata, this ancient writing belongs to the past and that no one can actually read it." - "Can you read them?!" Robin asks you hastily, her eyes full of expectation. "Yes, the most important people in the country can read and write this language. Among them are the royal family, the scholars, the priests and of course I as a holy priestess can do it." You smile proudly at her.

"It's just that I've never seen this writing on a human before... Always only on the Poneglyph's.. What does that mean?" A thousand questions are reflected in the looks of the four in front of you.

"Tell me (y/n), did you manage to complete your task in the forest today?" taken aback you pause for a moment before putting your fork in your mouth. You've completely forgotten what you were actually doing in the forest. You take a sip of water and dab your mouth elegantly with a napkin.

"Yes, yes... everything went well. There shouldn't be any more problems now." You lean back a little and smile at your grandfather. Actually, you're not hungry at all... or is it more because you are nervous?

"Hey (y/n) you should eat a little more darling. You used a lot of energy today... aren't you hungry at all?" Delia whispers to you from the side. Actually everything is as always, a harmonious life together. Dinner with the family... If it weren't for your grandfather, who looks at you warily every now and then. You distract yourself from your grandfather's gaze by having a relaxed conversation with Delia. She tells you what crazy name suggestions your uncle has made and how convinced he is that their child will be a boy. A little giggle escapes you at the unusual names your uncle had in mind.

"What do you think it will be, Delia?" you nod in the direction of her big, round belly. The child is coming soon and everyone is excited to find out the gender.

"It doesn't matter to me whether it's a boy or a girl. The main thing is that the child is healthy and strong." Dalia dreamily strokes her stomach.

"My dearest Dalia, tell me, have you been able to agree on two names?" Your grandfather intervened in your conversation. You look excitedly at your sister-in-law and an uncle. The servants took empty plates and used dishes from the table while your favorite dessert was served. You happily put the spoon in your mouth and you melt while holding a hand to your cheek. Deliciously sweet!

"We thought about naming the baby Costa." Your uncle said proudly. Dalia forcefully jabbed him in the side with her elbow, causing the tall, strong man to wince painfully. "You probably meant -if- the baby is a boy, then we'll name him Costa..." she raises her eyebrows and laughs at him. "But if the baby is a girl, then we'll name her Megara." Dalia looks dreamily at her husband and the two share a loving moment.

Oh, how nice it is to see them both...

You feel the envy rising a little. Love is something beautiful that you feel every day but have never experienced directly. You would love to have someone with whom you have formed an unshakable bond but the only sweet thing you have is your dessert...

Grandfather seems to like the names and raises his glass.

"To the precious life."

You and your family raise your glasses and toast to life.

"(y/n) how come you were at the edge of the island. It's forbidden to leave the forest, you know that." Now the moment of truth has come and you must face your king. You nod at him, carefully preparing the words in your head.

"I am aware of that but in this situation it was necessary to leave the forest... otherwise there could have been serious consequences as the entrance was open." you defend yourself gracefully.

"But there is something I want to inform you about and I ask you not to be shocked."

“Shocked?” He raises his eyebrow questioningly up at your uncle and then back at you.

"I haven't been told that anything shocking has happened but now I'm all ears, my dear." Your grandfather is now piercing Zelos with his eyes. You yourself always have better cards compared to Zelos, but only because you are the holy child of the Taimutaimu fruit. Next to the king, you are the most powerful person and also his beloved granddaughter.

Will Grandfather forgive me for making such a drastic decision without him? You twirl your fingers nervously under the table.

"Zelos is not to blame, my king. I ordered him to remain silent and perhaps forced him to trust me a little...?" You shrug your shoulders with a grin. The king's laughter sounded loud and hearty. He waved a servant over to pour him more wine. He seems amused, even if it worries you a little, and you and your uncle exchange looks in silence.

"I don't want to talk about it for long, Grandpa... We have guests... and not exactly a few guests. The Hera Palace is full of guests." A little bored, the king swirls his wine in the glass and looks at you indefinably. You're half amazed at his calm manner and at the same time you didn't expect anything else. You already guessed it.

"You already know."

A knowing smile spreads across his face. You could explode, not with anger but with tension. The whole time you were worried about how and when, and where you would confess to your grandfather and he already knows it! You let yourself fall into the backrest, a little stunned.

"So you knew and were actually just waiting for me to tell you?" He doesn't answer you, turning his attention entirely to his wine.

“How long have you known?” you ask him eagerly.

"I knew you were hiding something when Hetius brought me your message. My seventh sense told me to keep an eye on you. Besides, I know you, my child. Better than yourself... We have the same blood." His deep laugh filled the room as he brushed through his long beard.

"So you fooled me!" - "No, my dearest. First of all, you were the one who lied. I didn't tell you anything because you didn't ask," your jaw falls on the table in disbelief. This old fart who thinks he's oooh so smart that he can talk his way out of it, with such a stupid argument.

Idiot King.

In your thoughts you're sticking your tongue out at him like crazy, but you don't have the courage to do it in real life. He's right. You lied to him about something. During the ceremony you told him how sorry you were that you were late, but in reality you would have decided to miss the ceremony a second time in order to get closer to the unknown guests.

Apparently he was aware of this.

If u liked the chapter let me know in the comments :3

See you next time, kiss kiss ♡

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deadgirlkisses · 1 year

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Hi! I hope you are well So for my first request, I wanted to ask you, if possible a oneshot or headcanon with a black girl reader x the bllk guys at the beach or at the pool (preferably at home) With the skin of the reader who lights up in the sun and everything yk yk. I don't have any other details to add, do what you want!

Kisses 😘🫶🏽

like a tattoo...

in which blue lock boys see you glittering in the sun ♡

cw: female reader, black reader and idk, other things?

a/n: bro, i literally struggled writing this since i've been so v. busy and i think its visible with the way i wrote nagi's part :( but here i am, finished with it, so i hope you enjoy it babes!

Nagi:

i think he would be amazed with what he's seeing, i mean, who wouldn't be? his mouth would be agape when he sees you next to the pool, you're just sitting there, but to him, you're literally an angel because you're literally GLOWING! he would just sit down somewhere n' watch you from a far. to make it better, he quite literally just brings you sunscreen and says "lemme put this on you really quick" which gets you shocked, especially with Nagi's VERY lazy demeanor but you just do it 'cause, why not (he's secretly blushing doing it!)

"you actually had the 'energy' to do this?" "just shut up n' let me put this on you alright." "aww, love you too!"

♡

Barou:

at the beach during one of the hottest days of summer, you were sunbathing since you had been really tired, though, in the water, is the king himself, yet, he looks so dazed by something...

let's get this straight and clear, he isn't even secretly taking any glances, he is literally shamelessly looking at you (LMFAOOOO). i personally think that he normally has a polaroid camera to take pics of everything so he has the memory physically! but anyways even when you catch him staring, he doesn't even look away which might kind of irk you out but it's ok 'cause its Barou after all! he might even tell people about you being his ''Queen''. i personally think he'll compliment you about it in a way like "you look so beautiful, your highness'' or ''you're literally shining, dear" and you would feel so flustered!

''i can feel you looking at me, 'rou" "yes i am, n' what are you gonna do about it?" "well i'm gonna- did you just take a picture of me?!" "yes i did, as king, i'm allowed to do what i want!"

♡

Bachira:

summer just rolled around and with the heat comes the need to take a lil' dip in the pool. the afternoon being the best time to cool off found you swimming in the blue hues and cooling of the pool, and with the sun out, you're skin glittered in the sunlight but someone was watching next to you!

ugh, he is such a cutie! he'll definitely look at you like your art and will tell you straight up to your face! and just like Barou, won't feel ashamed to tell you or just admire you from afar! he'll lay next to you while your laying on your towel and just call you the prettiest of words ♡

"you look so precious, like a jewel, baby ♡" "mmh, thank you, Bachira" "and the way you're literally glowing, you're so beautiful."

♡

Rin:

He'd see you coming up from swimming in the ocean, the waves just crashing by, and "funnily" enough it was golden hour! he saw you right there, skin shining bright, your eyes glowing like a pearl though the pretty boy wouldn't say anything, he'd definitely admire from a distance, just like Nagi. although, he would fill you up with kisses when you're out of the water, next to him, looking so much like an angel and he just might faint ♡

"i was thinking that we could get some coconut water from the-, rin? you ok?" "oh- of course, of course." "oh alright then! you just kept on starin' at me, i don't know." "that's because i was, pretty ♡" "ha! i knew it, wait, is something wrong with me?" "you're shining bright, love, you look so beautiful ♡"

♡

-xoxo, rue <3

#rue answerz #black girl blogger #bllk x reader #nagi x reader #x black reader #barou x reader #rin x reader #bachira x reader #blue lock #bllk imagines #rin itoshi x reader

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judasgot-it · 1 year

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Morning Brew

Short Scenario: Coffee before work, just some real domestic fluff. Besides Nikolai, his was what I think would constitute a 'morning' with him.

Characters: Jouno, Margaret, Yosano, Nikolai

Should mention btw that the reader is gender-neutral here!

Jouno

Your morning is spent just before the sun rises, as the world is still quiet and the sky is just beginning to gray. You've only just gotten up so you could find your boyfriend, whose warmth you were sorely lacking.

Finding him was easy though, as he was right by the coffee maker, waiting for his coffee to finish. He could have been normal and used a standard coffee maker, that used electricity and didn't make you do any work, but he had to have a pour-over coffee set. One which he listened to religiously each morning as if somehow leaving would change the flavor.

You didn't bother saying anything to him. You just reached out to his shoulders, drapping yourself over his back as you waited for the coffee with him. He reached up, taking one of your hands in his.

"Morning."

You just nodded behind his back, listening as he poured the both of you a cup of coffee. You got off, in search of the sugar and creamer.

Jouno might have been a mean man but having known him for so long, he was sweet. Like his coffee, which was half sugar. It was adorable, although you couldn't really say that straight to his face.

As you handed him the sugar and watched him scoop out copious amounts of it into his cup, you couldn't help but want to tell him that though. He had a bad bedhead and his face was scrunched up in concentration, which really made him look like a disgruntled cat - which was too cute.

You reached over and brushed some of his hair to the side, smiling a little. He looked over, finally done with his sugary monstrosity that he would never admit too.

"You're loud this morning." He mumbled, voice still gruff from sleep.

"Can't help it. You're really cute."

If he felt hot he wasn't going to tell you that. He simply walked away with his coffee cup, turning his face away.

Margaret

It was important for Margaret that you woke up with the sun, before the morning rush, and see what the day had ahead of you. Sitting down in nature and having some coffee together? This was one of her slices of heaven.

Even if it meant you were dragged out of bed at 5 am, and left to sit on a rather dirty park bench while she talked your ear off about her plans for the week. She was dedicated to her job, so of course you had to know about it as well.

It was sweet though, that you were important enough to her that she would include you though. She wasn't this open with everyone, not if she chose too.

You just watched her as you took small sips of your coffee, brushing your legs against hers and nodding along with her story. Something about her boss. You didn't really listen, but you didn't want her to feel ignored.

"You know, Fitzgerald really is a good guy, despite being kind of an asshole. Don't you agree?"

You nodded. That's her boss, right?

She smiled at that and continued her story, which you really didn't have the energy to listen to.

Looking past her head, you could see the sunrise. It was just barely hitting golden hour, so the light was starting to paint Margaret's loose strands into a perfect halo around her head.

Her hair was done as impeccably as always, despite the time, but you could still see the hairs that came out of her style despite this. They flew out from underneath her hat like little wisps of spider thread, dancing with her as she talked.

She had to know how stunning she was, holding her coffee cup as if it were porcelain and not from the local Starbucks. She was like a doll.

You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face as you saw how happy she was - usually, she tried to stay serious, only showing off her strength. Her beauty was only ever shown as a weapon around others, but right now?

She was just beautiful. You hoped she never lost her smile.

Yosano

Spending the morning with Yosano was quite easy, now that you've lived together for so long. You've made each other's lives easier, becoming part of one another's routines.

You sat together in the bar of the cafe, waiting for your orders. It was still early, so while your drinks were being made, Yosano made small talk with the workers. You added in your 50 cents from time to time, although you were fine with sitting back and watching them.

You were still hazy from sleep, so you really needed your coffee to wake you.

Yosano wasn't bothered by this, instead talking to the redheaded girl named Lucy and laughing at a joke the girl had made - her hair bouncing alongside her as she shook her head. She added her own quip back, trying to outdo Lucy and succeeding - having the girl almost on the floor in laughter.

It made you smile, watching Yosano be in such high spirits so early in the morning.

"What's got you so happy this morning? See something you like?"

Yosano was copying you, leaning her head on hand and facing her whole body towards you. She was effervescent at that moment, as if all of the morning's beauty had concentrated towards her just so you could see how lucky you were to say that you could reach over and kiss her right now.

Which you gladly did, taking your time despite the public atmosphere you were in. You wanted to enjoy the moment as it lasted - you knew there would be a thousand more, but this one was in the now. So why not enjoy it?

"I just wanted to kiss you. You're really stunning, can't help but want to do that whenever I see you."

She smiled, putting her hand on your thigh.

"You're disgustingly sappy in the mornings. Makes me want to puke."

"Ew, not on the tables. My shift just started, ya nasties."

Lucy had chimed in, bringing the two of you your coffee's finally.

You smiled and went to take a sip of your drink - which you promptly spat out as it burnt your mouth. Yosano laughed, even as some of the coffee got onto her skirt.

You spilled some of it onto your pants as she pushed your shoulder in her laughter, making you lose almost half of your drink.

Now both of you were a mess.

Nikolai

You could barely constitute this as the 'morning' if you were being honest.

It was 3 am and you were inside of a gas station looking for an energy drink when you saw a hand popping up in front of you, taking two cans into the abyss it had come from.

You looked behind you, to see Nikolai giggling like any grown man should when he starts shoplifting. He didn't even look at you, he just walked throughout the aisles, grabbing various items with his disembodied hands that went straight back into his weird void.

Sighing, you didn't even bother. You know this would happen with him. No point in trying to be a normal citizen, so you waited until you knew it was safe to exit the building before you followed after him.

Although you doubt the poor, tired cashiers really cared enough to try and stop the two of you.

When you found him outside, his face was set straight, as if he wasn't wearing a clown costume in public, at 3 am.

Then he turned to you. And burst out laughing.

His whole body was shaking, like some cartoon villain. It would have been comical had he not lost his balance and almost fallen into you, causing you to stumble and try to catch yourself by grabbing onto him.

The two of you wobbled like that for a while, causing a scene in the middle of that empty night road. Nikolai took a while longer to calm down from his strange robbery high, finally pulling out your drink and handing it to you.

It was a pink monster, which was good enough for staying up in the morning.

"This is how I feel about you."

You looked up at him, where he kept his usual facade. He hadn't said anything, just waving the drinking around.

"You feel pink monster about me?"

You took it from his hands, opening your drink. You needed the caffeine to stay up, and badly.

"No silly, I feel like you're a rose."

You didn't comment on that. You just nodded, watching as he took out a 4loko out of his jacket for himself. He tried to open it, failing multiple times, before looking at you.

"Can you open this?"

This wasn't exactly your planned three am trip but oblidged, exchanging drinks so you could help him open his own drink. If you heard a loud sip coming from him, you elected to ignore it.

"This one actually tastes like shit. Sorry, I'll give you that new strawberry one when you finish this."

You gave him a look, exchanging drinks again.

"Mixing caffeine and alcohol is unhealthy, you know."

He smirked. He knocked back half of his drink, and turned to you.

"Staying up all night is unhealthy, but look at you being a rebel against God's orders."

You scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. You could taste his chapstick on the lid.

"I just have to be up right now because I need too. What about you? You chose to do this too didn't you?"

Nikolai smiled, putting his arm around your shoulder. He was strong and warm and it made you want to relax your shoulders, even if you needed to keep your mind awake for a long while after this.

"Rebelling isn't fun if you do it alone Y/n. Gotta have at least one person to do it with."

I honestly feel like I write about men better than women, despite having only ever dated women lol. Also idk if I'm super happy with this but I wanted to write and upload something anyways just before work.

#jouno x reader #margaret mitchell x reader #yosano x reader #nikolai x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

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chaotic-vibes-only-please · 2 years

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Hope you're well! Stupid request, but if you would want to, some of the creeps with an SO with really bad period cramps? Like vomiting and not moving and being very irritable for several days haha, with Liu, Toby, EJ and Cody/X-Virus?

Liu, Toby, EJ, and Cody/X-Virus With An S/O Who has severe Period Cramps

A/N: There are no stupid requests! Bad cramps suck so much and for anyone going through a rough time with them take care of yourself! Relax, stay hydrated, and eat! ✨️ I remember when EJ drinking period blood was all my anons would talk about 💀 Here you go babe, a bit late, but I hope you like it🍵

Warnings: Mentions of menstruation and periods, just fluff and comfort though <3

Liu

Liu would hold your hair back while you were throwing up from the horrible pain. He will stay up with you during the night because you won't be able to sleep

The support he has for you is unconditional. He would be freaking out at first because-yes, he knows some of the basics about menstruation, but he never knew cramps could get this bad

You have to reassure him you aren't dying over and over again because Liu doesn't think that the pain is normal.

Cooks for you, gets you snacks for your cravings, makes sure you don't have to get out of bed for anything other than moving to the bathroom.

Liu will be there at your beck and call. If you need anything- and I mean anything, you best believe he will deliver.

As for your irritability, he can handle it the best. Liu just brushes it off, he’s mature enough to know you don’t mean to be annoyed . He'll be just as sweet to you as ever before, regardless of how you may take out your frustrations on him

Basically, Liu is the embodiment of golden retriever boy energy and will be there for you the entirety of the seven days.

Eyeless Jack

Jack is always prepared. He's a medical expert. Heating pads, pain killers, water to keep you hydrated, healthy food, you name it, he has it. Also, he keeps a stack of pads, tampons, or whatever you use for menstruation in the medical supply closet. You're in good hands.

But, he will get over cautious since your pain is so bad. He takes a calmer approach then Liu. Jack will monitor you closely, specifically your vitals like your blood pressure because he doesn't want it getting too high or else he'll have to administer some medicine

Gives the best damn cuddles you could ever ask for. Jack is a big teddy bear. He will be whatever you want. Big spoon or little spoon.

He will massage your lower abdomen to help make the cramps more bearable.

Jack will also provide you a bucket to throw up in so you won't have to keep running to the bathroom to do so. Also cleans it out for you

As for your mood swings, Jack is a bit petty, but for the most part doesn't mind it. If anything he only sees you as a feisty kitten in pain and is patient a majority of the time. But if you're a little too cranky towards him, he'll become a bit sassy and show it through little comments about your "Mood",

Toby

He had a sister, he knows what to do. Still, as all the others, he will be very concerned. Toby will try to distract you from the pain with your favorite movies or T.V. shows.

Or he'll ramble on about his day and missions he'd gone on that week to take your mind off of things. He'll make sure your shared bed is made and ready for you to hunker down on with tones of blankets/pillows.

Toby will try to make you as comfortable as possible. He absolutely hates seeing you in so much pain.

Although he can't cook or bake, Toby would personally go out and get whatever junky fast food you crave.

Toby would also get you any menstrual products you need. He's surprisingly probably the most calm about this then the others because of his experiences with Lyra.

Picks up doing chores and housework so that you can stay laying down and relaxed. Won't make you lift a single finger. Similar to Liu, he'd stay by your side as much as he can.

Toby may get his feelings a little hurt when you seem more distant and irked at everything. You'll have to remind him it isn't his fault, you're just in an overwhelming amount of agony and you truly do not mean to be so aggressive

Cody/X-Virus

Cody is downright scared for you. Like, he's the most worried and frantic. He will be the equivalent to a chaotic mess. Yes he knows what a period is, but he never thought that they were this extreme much like Liu.

This man will spoil you with everything and anything to make up for the torturous week . Even after your period is over he will make sure to take you out the day you feel 100% again.

Cody has the least experience with this kind of thing, so try to be patient. He only wants to help. You'll have to inform him on your needs and he will do whatever you need him to do.

The good thing is that he is a fast learner. He will literally take off work to help you out. Cody doesn't feel comfortable with leaving you alone at all in such a state. The man will be glued to your side. If you want some space, he still won't be far.

He will shower you in lots of affection and love. Kisses, cuddles, hugs, you name it.

The clingyness comes from his worry for you. It may get on your nerves, but still be gentle with him. He's really trying his best. You can count on Cody to come through with any of your requests.

Cody won't even be aware about your irritability, he's too worried about you to even see that you are!

Does little things for you like lighting lovely scented candles in your room, fetching you things you need because you can't get up, tucking you in, ect.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #homicidal liu #homicidal liu x reader #Cody #x virus x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby

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cursedcola · 1 year

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Ok but will you do headcanons for the lovely protag of tears of themis, because if so I would love some cute Hcs of her having a cheerful and loving female s/o who runs a bakery and packs her cute little lunches everyday so she can have the energy she needs to work hard (•̀ᴗ•́)و

and sometimes Rosa (which is the code name we get in the game for our protagonist) gets special sticky pad notes in her lunchbox cheering her on when she’s had a bad day, and I just want some fluffy domestic hcssss

*cradles gently* I just love lesbian girlfriend hcs so much ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

A/N: Omg I'm gonna throw up I love this. It's too cute for my heart...ngl I simp for Rosa more than I do any of the boys. Can we romance ourselves? lol I'd pay Mihoyo to make it happen. TBH I ship Rosa x Kiki a bit since they just seem so much more on the same page with each other than our lovely gentlemen ( love Marius still tho frfr)

Our queen of justice would cherish her girlfriend so much let me tell you

Rosa has a habit of going above and beyond for the people she cares about. She’s normally the giver, and being on the other side of the coin is a whole new life

I can see it now. Every morning on her way to the Themis Law Firm she stops by her girlfriend's bakery. Rosa gets up extra early and brings her a cup of coffee/tea/etc. before the bakery opens.

She just loves to hear the jingle of the doorbell and see you arranging the display case behind the counter. Sometimes she'll pick up an apron and join you if she has extra time. Bonus points if your shop has a theme (like say you have a book café/bakery! And you dress to match the theme. You have a little knee length dress, mary-janes, and a bookish themed apron as the uniform. Maybe one of those cute little neck scarf/choker that you tie into a bow. Rosa would eat that up omg)

The first time she brought you a morning drink Rosa felt like an idiot because - well, duhh. You run a bakery! You sell this stuff! yet it became a bit of a trading deal. Rosa brings you your morning fix before the shop opens, and in exchange you pack her a few goodies.

It's such a ritual that Rosa now has a little thermos collection for you, and you have a lunch pail collection for her. It also gives you both a chance to see each other after work. On her way home (either after a shift or on her way to NYXX) she swings by your shop to drop off the pail and pick up her thermos. A quick goodbye smooch and she is on her way.

Lmao no. If she isn't going to NYXX then normally she stays back to help close the shop. If not then she begrudging leaves. Unfortunately you are not allowed to know about NYXX. It's too dangerous. You're aware that she works alongside Marius, Vyn, Luke, and Artem on the side - but are under the impression that it is for a special government case through Themis. They know about you as well. We love our ally kings. Sometimes you send Rosa off with enough goodies for all five of them when she swings by and can't stay.

Now. You know they all have/had a crush on her at some point. Especially Luke. The boy is a living golden retriever. Not to mention Artem who is just awful at masking. Thankfully your Rose is oblivious as hell, not that you're worried.

All it takes is the scent of one of your new recipes to have Rosa swooning in the palm of your hand. Before you started dating, you both were friends. You saw how she was always on a diet and depriving herself. Those little comments about her appearance making you the loving type of mad. Y'know, the type to passive aggressively eye her and be like "honey you are so beautiful that I have four men trying to steal my gf right now. Do not test me,". Which, of course, you'd only say the first part because that confrontation is not one needed considering the ally kings know their place.

Point being that we don't support that unhealthy diet culture. Big nono. She is going to eat good and she is going to like it.

Anywho. Back on topic. You know they like her and one way you casually tease is with loving treats. Yes, my dear Rose, please take this basket full of freshly baked bread to your meeting. The one with the ribbon on top. Why is it taped down? Oh, no worries my love. Just let one of the boys open it, okay? I have yours specially wrapped in a separate bag.

Meanwhile whichever poor soul opens that bag is going to get hit in the face with one of the sappiest and most suggestive love notes in all of Stellis.

"My lovely flower. Have a great day and be careful on the way home from your meeting! I have missed you so much and cannot wait to have you all to myself tonight. Enjoy the sweets with your friends" *insert a plethora of heart drawings*

Rosa will see them holding the note and simply think that you put it in the wrong bag. It's not abnormal for you to put those heartwarming notes in her lunches, so she apologizes. Vyn knows. They all know.

Dominance asserted, and your cute girlfriend is pleased by your loving note (and a bit embarrassed but it had to be done. Rosa deserves the abundance of affection. Her confidence needs to be boosted and she needs to recognize what a queen she is)

Did I mention that your shop is one of Rosa's favorite places? It's cozy, inviting, and she loves to study for her exams there. Sometimes if she's working on a case she'll claim a table for hours on end. Occasionally she sneaks glances of you working with customers and watches as a break. She'll blush if she gets caught, but it is so worth it.

Sometimes she takes her work breaks there as well. Occasionally you'll see her pop in with Artem, Celeste, Kiki, or perhaps another one of her acquaintances from work like that one Police Capitan. Darius, was it? That one always needs a triple shot of espresso. usually when you see him it means something serious is going down. It warms your heart when she boasts about your shop to them. She'll pick a table and like clockwork you'll come over to have a little chat before they get to work. It's so nice to feel included and to see her in the zone.

Whenever she is on a business trip she'll look for a little something to bring home for your shop too. Typically a decoration piece. Thanks to Rosa you have a little statue-esque tip jar from her trip to the desert, fairy lights above the main counter from a whimsical mountain, flower pots from an island trip, and more. You never question her many excursions because she always brings you home a surprise.

On one final note, your shop is her safe space. Sometimes she comes to your frustrated or nervous. It could be about exams, a particularly bad case...and sometimes she can't tell you. "Government case," she says and you know something really stressful happened. Those ones are the most worrisome. It's hard, being there when she disappears on a case that she can't tell you about. One of the gents are always there with her, but when she comes home in a near-shocked state you can't help but get anxious.

Yet Rosa knows you won't press it. She strolls in, most commonly near closing time, and you just know. You have a sixth sense for it, and without asking flip the shop sign to say 'closed' before preparing her a warm drink. Then you sit with her and let her talk. You don't question when she leaves things out, and let her vent.

You and your shop become like a second home to Rosa. Peace in a city like Stellis that never seems to rest.

#tears of themis #tot #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #tears of themis Rosa #tears of themis Rosa x reader

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afrenchwriter · 10 days

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20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @andromeda4004, thank you dear 🥰 Always an interesting game to play, share, and reflect!

How many works do you have on ao3?

What's your total ao3 word count?

313,513

What fandoms do you write for?

I launched my AO3 account with a Red Dead Redemption fanfic, and then I discovered Good Omens, and then... well, you know how it goes with this fandom ❤️ That being said, I also had fun exploring the seas during the golden age of piracy (Our Flag Means Death) and the lands of a Norse God (Loki).

Top five fics by kudos:

For His Eyes Only (GO - James Bond AU, M rated, 69K)

Getting Closer (GO - fluffy post-S1 fic, G rated, 3K)

To the End of the Ocean (OFMD - post-S1 fic, M rated, 71K)

Whatever Comes After (RDR - canon divergence AU, M rated, 84K)

Ties & Other Obsessions (Loki - 5+1 fic, T rated, 4K)

Do you respond to comments?

Always! I treasure each and every one of them ❤️ But I have to confess that these past few months have been a bit hard (not much energy, unfortunately), and I'm still trying to catch up on all the lovely comments I've received.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Mmh, good question... I'm afraid I don't know how to do that 🙃 Even the last fic I wrote for the GO historical minisode event (Shadow & Light) was supposed to end on an angsty note, and at the last minute, I decided to add a happy epilogue! But if we're talking bittersweet ending, then it would be Sharp Endings & New Beginnings, a post-S2 Loki fic... If you've seen the show, then you know 🌳

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hard to say, considering my previous answer 😇 but all the long fics listed above have a very happy ending!

Do you get hate on fics?

I did, once, on my OFMD fic... It was a shock, but also an interesting experience: it pushed me to question my narrative choices (and, in the end, confirm them).

Do you write smut?

I do... And I have a second AO3 account dedicated to it 😎 (I wonder how many people will reach this part of the tag game and find this out, eheh)

Craziest crossover:

None for now... (For His Eyes Only cannot be considered a crossover since Crowley is basically James Bond 😎).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! @pavel-pedro has started to translate To the End of the Ocean in Russian... and whether it will be one day finished or not (I know how time-consuming such a work can be!), I'll forever be grateful for the gesture ❤️

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I'm currently co-writing a fic, actually, with my lovely friend @sabotage-on-mercury: a GO/Fleabag AU! We're taking our time for all sorts of reasons, but we want to make sure we deliver quality content, considering the source materials!

All time favorite ship?

The Ineffable Partners, of course. How can you beat a relationship between two beings who have known each other for millennia and have gone through all sorts of ups and downs, down here and out there?

Or, as Neil would say: why? Love ❤️

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

*insert awkward look monkey puppet meme* I don't know, man... I have too many WIPs piling up lately, and not enough energy to work seriously on any of them... I do hope I'll finish all of my GO WIPs someday. But the one WIP I doubt I'll ever come back to (although it makes me sad because the outline I have for this story is WILD) is the sequel of my long RDR fic, called What We Owe to Each Other.

What are your writing strengths?

I've been told several times that I'm good at capturing a character's voice, and that makes me really happy. I'm a huge cinephile and good dialogues, "natural" dialogues, are so important - I'm glad to be able to consider this as one of my strengths! I would like to say developing a plot, too - I love writing long fics and exploring characters' arcs - but I think I'm still too close to the source material for now to consider it a real strength... Room to grow!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm a slow writer; I need to develop my ability to use imagery and metaphors; and I need better organization when it comes to writing drafts and editing the whole thing!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Well... I'm French and I write my stories in English + I work as a translator, so... Yes to dialogues in other languages, always (then translated, of course)!

First fandom you wrote in?

I'm not exactly sure, but it must have been between those three: Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings, and Artemis Fowl (ah, teenage years!).

Favorite fic you've written?

That's a hard one... Whatever Comes After will forever have a special place in my heart since it's the fic that 1/ brought me back to writing 2/ helped me prove to myself that I was able to complete a long story. Senses & Sensitivity was my first fic for the GO fandom, and 1/ it made me feel confident to write more for the Ineffable Partners 2/ I made some great connections thanks to it (hello @hasturswig! ❤️). I don't think I've ever had more fun than when I was writing For His Eyes Only (and the enthusiastic comments along the way really helped! ❤️). But, to finish, I'd like to mention When All Is Said and Done, a GO fanfic in the South Downs that just poured out of me after the S2 finale... It really made me experience the magic of writing again.

If you've reached the end, thank you for reading! Feel free to ask me anything... And to consider yourself tagged if you want to play this game, too! ❤️

#tag game

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