#'o soft hearted one' --- BUT THE SENTIMENT IS THE SAME

[monimccoythings]

Human!Alastor x Daughter!Reader: Devotion

These are all part of the same AU, I suppose, or not. But I like to think they are all part of the same AU, sometimes I forget what I write. Now this are just some deranged feelings and thoughts of Alive!Alastor.

Reminder: Alastor is in hell for a reason.

Tw: obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, mentions of blood, implied murder, manipulation.

tags: @anonymousewrites, @nonetheartist, @littledolly2345, @sunnyx07, @ouroborostheunholy, @mo-0-o, @sydneyyyya @lbcreations-blog

Alastor had never been a sentimental man. Of course he loved his mama, she was a wonderful woman and her death had definitely caused him a great amount of grief.

And then you came along.

Your soft skin, your chubby hands that tried to grasp his larger fingers to no avail, your wide unfocused eyes that darted everywhere, taking notice of everything. How delicate you felt in his arms, you fit perfectly, like you were made to be there.

How easily he could break you, he ponders. One little snap and there would be no more of you. It would be so quick and simple. There was only one little thing.

He adored you.

Your quiet little coos, your incomprehensible babbling that sounded like you were trying to carry an adult conversation with him, the way you squealed with joy whenever one of your favorite songs started playing on the radio. You were delightful, and provided him with more enrichment than any of the bumbling fools he usually associated himself with could provide.

As years passed by, you started to get bigger, your world expanding, your knowledge growing. And with it, came the risk of having you slip away from him.

He had modeled you to be his perfect little angel, his little fawn. His obedient child. He would not allow anyone to take you away from him. He was your guardian, your protector. Some asshole looked at you the wrong way while you two were going on a walk? He was never heard of again. Some low-paid teacher was becoming some sort of role model to you? Ooops! Accidents happen!

He found that his reasoning for protecting you was also a good excuse to indulge in his darkest desires. A way to calm the itch that was always nagging at the back of his head.

Alastor did it for you. He was making the world a safer place for you. No matter how much fun and enjoyment he got out of it. None of those buffoons would ever taint your innocence with their dirty souls. Not even himself.

He would take his secrets to the grave, always hidden behind a wide smile. he would be the good father, the charming radio host, the modelic citizen. The blood in his hands, as delicious as it tasted, would never stain your clothes.

No one would keep you two apart, he would make sure of that. He was all that you could possibly ever need. Your world started and ended with him, as it should be. Let him be the barrier between your purity and the rotten society that lurked outside.

He suffered everytime you were forced to spend time apart of each other. Couldn't you see it? Did you feel it too? Whenever you were in school or he was working, it was complete suffering for him! His fingers drumming impatiently on the surface of the table, counting the seconds until he was back at home with you. Only the mental stimulation that took directing, writing and starrring in his own radio show for which he held great passion and the delightful hunt his side job provided were enough distraction to cope with his sorrow.

When did he become so emotional? He should be feeling embarrassed of himself or at least be very thankful that his mask of sanity wasn't cracking with all those feelings. Instead, he found himself embracing them. He embraced the painful worry about your wellbeing and his influence over you, the obssessive and twisted love he felt, the need for control, to ensure you remained his innocent and good child, and the bitter despair at your absence that sunk into his heart like a knife. Only his little baby could give him such a rush.

He was sure that not even death would be able to take you from his hands. He would personally fight God, the Devil, and anybody who got in his way. Alastor would tear the fabric of reality apart just to get to you.

You would never run away from him. There was no reason to, as he had made you as devoted of him as he was of you. Or at least he hoped so.

Having you leave him would surely break his heart, as it would mean to Alastor that you had chosen to do things the hard way. But maybe, after a very detailed and complex planification on his part and some casualties orchestrated by him, Alastor might be able to convince you to return back home, with a grim reminder about the dangers of the outside world.

For there is no safer place on Earth than in your father's embrace.

#hazbin hotel #x reader #reader #alastor x reader #alastor #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: possessive behavior #tw: controlling behavior #hazbin hotel x reader

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Hiiii💖 can I request re8 ladies with a s/o who has bad separation anxiety? :D

This is a good one! Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

You are so damn in love with this woman. You’d do anything for her. You just want to be around her… But, when you can’t be, it makes it very difficult.

Alcina is so affectionate, that it makes it very noticeable when she isn’t near.

You can’t seem to focus on anything when she’s busy. You just sit there anxiously waiting for her to get back.

When Alcina does return, you are so ecstatic. But one day, you break down into tears when she walks into the room. Your nerves are completely shot and you’re so emotionally weary.

Alcina rushes over and rubs your back. “What’s wrong, draga?” She asks softy.

“I just miss you so much!” You bawl.

Alcina smiles sadly and kisses your cheek. She’s dealt with her daughters having bad separation anxiety with her as well. “Y/N, I gave the girls necklaces to wear so they can feel like I’m always with them and know how much I adore them… Would you like one as well?” She asks with a grin.

“Yeah!” Your eyes light up.

Now, you have a necklace of your very own. It’s not the same as her being with you, but you can always feel Alcina’s love.

Donna:

You and Donna both have bad separation anxiety. Thankfully, you two don’t need to part much, typically.

When she’s working on a doll project, you sit with her in her workshop. Donna’s never let anyone see her work, so this is a big honor.

Donna eventually decides to make you an adorable plush version of herself for you to hold when you’re missing her. You love it and bring it everywhere. But, you know Donna also needs something of her own to cuddle with that reminds her of you.

One day, you are rummaging through a box of your things and come across your old baby blanket. It’s still just as soft as you remember and you know exactly what to do with it.

You bring it to Donna who gently reaches out for it. “What’s this, Y/N?” She asks.

“It’s my old baby blanket!” You tell her. “I was wondering if you might like to keep it with you when I’m not around.” You say shyly.

Donna’s eyes well up with tears at the sweet sentiment. “I love it, Y/N. Thank you, tesoro.” She says and kisses you. She loves to bury her face in it and breathe in your scent.

Mother Miranda:

Mother Miranda has made it a rule that if you have a problem you need to tell her so she can help… But, sometimes, she’s just better at figuring out what’s wrong for herself.

You always get so excited when Miranda comes in from the lab or back from the village. Way too excited. Almost bordering on tears.

Miranda gently sits down with you and runs a hand through your hair. “Draga mea, did you miss me?” She asks softly.

You quickly nod your head.

“Did you eat while I was away? I left that food in the fridge for you.” She questions with a small smile.

“No, I can’t eat when you’re not here. I’m… Too nervous while I wait for you.”

Miranda feels her heart ache at this statement. This isn’t normal. Her poor baby. She had no idea it was this bad.

“Draga mea, maybe a few little friends of mine could start keeping you company when I’m gone. Would you like to try?”

You’re confused, but nod your head at this.

Miranda smiles and summons a few crows who appear outside and land on the window sill, tapping with their beaks for permission to come in.

You gasp with delight as Miranda opens the window and they fly over to you. “They’re perfect!” You beam and pet one, before two hop up and land on your head.

Miranda is happy to see you so calm now.

Bela:

Bela… She’s so warm and comforting. You just can’t stand to see her go.

When she leaves, sometimes you begin to act out. It’s not out of spite, but nervousness.

“Go ahead, leave! I don’t care.” You say one day, petulantly crossing your arms.

Bela turns to you with a confused look on her face. “Y/N, what’s going on?” She asks and comes over to you. Nothing had happened between you two. She just announced that she had work she needed to do.

You try to keep a neutral face, but tears pour down your cheeks. You’re so upset.

Bela gasps and walks over to you, taking your face gently in her hands. “Shh, shh. Don’t cry, Y/N. Tell me what’s wrong.” She says and leads you over to the bed so you both can sit.

“I j-just h-hate when you leave!” You sob.

Bela brings your head to her chest and rubs your back before chuckling sadly. “I… Have never felt more loved or needed.” She reveals. “Y/N, if you promise to be quiet while I work, I’ll take you with me, okay?” She asks.

Your eyes brighten as you look up at her. “Yeah! I promise, babe!” You tell her excitedly. Normally, it’s a struggle to keep your mouth shut, but with the knowledge that Bela will let you stay with her if you are respectful of her focus, you don’t have trouble being quiet.

Cassandra:

Cass is constantly lying on you or cradling you close to her when you’re together. She’s like free therapy when she talks and listens to you.

The feeling of Cass next to you calms you like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

When you two are by yourselves, Cass is so loving. Only you ever get to see her like this and it’s so special.

Cass is often busy. It wasn’t so much of a problem when you two first started dating, but now that you are so in love, you can’t bear it when she leaves.

You wander aimlessly through the castle, snagging cuddles from Dani or reading with Bela. It helps to have distractions, but it never fully satisfies your need for Cass.

One day, Cass goes to look for you and finds you sobbing as both of her sisters try to console you.

“What happened?” She asks in a firm but worried tone as she goes over to you and cups your face.

“I can’t stand it when you leave!” You cry.

Cass looks to her sisters, who take the hint that you two need privacy and leave, before she sits down next to you.

“Darling, please don’t be sad.” She says as she hugs you and rocks you. “Do you know how much I love you?” She asks and places a kiss on your head.

“Yes.” You sniffle.

“Good, well I want you remember that when I’m not with you. Y/N, you are constantly in my thoughts. Does it help to know that I love you so much that it’s hard for me to focus when I’m gone?” She asks with a laugh. “You take up so much space in my mind and heart that I have trouble getting things done.” She says with a smile.

You chuckle and wipe your eyes. It’s a long process, but Cass helps you manage your anxiety. She would do absolutely anything to make you happy.

Daniela:

So anxiety about being away from Dani? Well, you wouldn’t know. You’re with her literally all the time. (Not when you use the bathroom or anything, but you get it.)

Dani drags you everywhere with her. To the library, to family meetings, meals, joining her in the bath… Yeah, that’s just how things are.

It’s possible that Dani gets even more anxious than you do being apart, but there really is no good way to test that. You’re always together and neither of you would change it for the world.

You two are definitely co-dependent, but life here in the castle is different than the real world. It’s like you two live in your own private bubble.

Dani constantly initiates physical affection. Running her hands through your hair as she reads to you, cuddling up with her back against you so you can wrap your arms around her, lying on your chest and kissing your jaw. It’s comforting and has become a necessity for you.

You feel like your world would end if Dani wasn’t with you.

Alcina has had to make some exceptions to her rules because you two would not be able to function if apart. When Dani has a task to do, Alcina now lets you tag along. Yes, you two get distracted by making out and cuddling, but it eventually gets done.

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#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #sorta angsty

[khami-the-raccoon]

Hello, I saw you wrote for Harry Potter and I've never been happier. May I request a one-shot of George Weasley x Aztec! m! reader? Reader has moved from Mexico to Britain to attend Hogwarts. Reader uses magic/lives in a manner deeply rooted to mesoamerica, and continues to use it in Hogwarts.

He and George meet and eventually get together? (Events take place in the 5th book) I'll leave the rest up to you! Thank you!

Hey! Thank you very much for your request, and I’m glad you’re happy about the new Harry Potter fics ;) I’m very very sorry for how long this took :( I had been so busy lately, but I hope the fic makes up for the waiting time. Have a great day!

George Weasley x Mexican! Male! Reader

Summary: George Weasley x Mexican male reader who has just came to Hogwarts, and likes to perform magic from his cultural ancestors. George takes a liking on him, since he also liked to perform magic that was… different.

Word count: 1027

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In the bustling halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a new student had arrived. His name was Y/N, a boy from Mexico with a proud lineage tracing back to the ancient Aztecs. With dark hair and eyes that sparkled with curiosity, Y/N quickly caught the attention of his fellow students.

One day, while exploring the castle grounds, Y/N stumbled upon George Weasley, one-half of the mischievous Weasley twins. George was known for his love of pranks and jokes, always looking for new ways to entertain and amuse his friends.

"Hey there, Y/N! What brings you to this part of Hogwarts?" George asked with a grin.

Y/N smiled warmly, "I was just exploring. Hogwarts is so different from anything I've ever seen in Mexico."

As they spent more time together, Y/N shared stories of his Aztec heritage and the ancient magic that ran through his veins. George, always eager for a new adventure, was fascinated by Y/N's tales and the unique spells he could perform.

"Would you like to try some of the magic of my ancestors?" Y/N asked one day, in his family, Aztec magic was seen as something that should be used in everyday things, to help them make their lives in some way ‘easier’ but also to make them remember where they came from.

George's eyes lit up with excitement, "Absolutely! Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into." He said, he had always been the troublemaker, and Y/N wasn’t exactly strange to being one either.

Together, they started experimenting with different spells and charms that were unlike anything taught at Hogwarts. Usually, Hogwarts would try to teach the magic of all over the world and make students understand the extent of it, but with Umbridge as the teacher of one of the most important classes, the usual learning programs had been interrupted.

Y/N's ancient magic blended seamlessly with George's inventive pranks, creating a bond between them that went beyond friendship.

As their bond deepened, Y/N and George found themselves drawn to each other in ways they hadn't expected. One evening, as they sat under the starlit sky by the Black Lake, George turned to Y/N, his heart racing.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you," George began nervously. Y/N looked at his eyes, he could see the stars in them.

Y/N looked at his eyes, he could see the stars in them. Curious and intrigued, he asked, “What is it, George?"

Taking a deep breath, George confessed, "I... I think I've fallen for you. You're unlike anyone I've ever met, and I can't imagine Hogwarts without you."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at George's words, his feelings sharing the sentiment. With a shy smile, he replied, "I feel the same way, George. You've brought so much happiness since I arrived at Hogwarts, and you always made me feel like o belong here, with you”

At that moment, the air crackled with anticipation as they leaned in closer, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss. The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the warmth of each other's embrace. What they felt at that moment could only be described as their hearts hugging.

As they pulled away, a sense of euphoria washed over them, knowing that they had found something truly special in each other that probably wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else.

But their happiness was short-lived when Umbrige, their DADA teacher, caught wind of their unconventional magic practices.

"You two are engaging in forbidden magic! This will not be tolerated at Hogwarts!" Umbridge screeched, her toad-like face twisted in anger.

Y/N stood up from the chair he was sitting in in Umbridge’s all-pink office. “It is NOT forbidden Magic! It’s the magic of my culture and ancestors! And it’s magic to bring happiness and laughs to people who need it because you’ve brought so much pain and suffering to this school!” He yelled. George had never seen him so angry, and he loved it.

“He’s right, we won’t stop because you tell us to! We want a change in this school, apart from your stupid Ministery shit!” He said, and to make Unbridge even angrier (if it was possible to) he took Y/N’s hand tightly into his.

Y/N and George were punished, forced to endure detention, and Umbridge’s usual punishment with her magic pen. When they came out of the office, both of them had written on their hands “I will conform to Ministery standards” and “I will not practice unauthorized magic”.

"We can't stay here, Y/N. Hogwarts isn't the same without the freedom to be ourselves," George said as they sat together in one of the common rooms. Y/N was gently and lovingly applying some ointment to George’s hands, which is used in the Aztec culture to quickly heal wounds and make the pain go away. George would do the same later.

Y/N looked at him and thought for a few minutes. But ended up nodding in agreement, "Let's leave, George. Let's show them that our magic is just as valid as any other."

They planned the whole thing for a week, also telling Fred of course. And finally, the time came.

While the rest of the students were taking an important exam, and Umbridge was watching them with a stern look, they started making a lot of noise, alerting everyone that something would happen. And then, they entered the hall in their brooms, throwing fireworks everywhere and scaring the hell out of Umbridge who tried to run away.

They were then followed outside by the rest of the cheering students, who watched them leave on their brooms.

After a while of flying on their brooms, they stopped for a little while to take a break, they were hardly laughing.

“That was amazing!” Y/N said as he put his arms around George’s shoulders, and he put his hands on his waist “It was! You made this possible Y/N” he said and kissed him on the lips.

#male reader #fanfic #x male reader #writing #trans male reader #harry potter x male reader #george weasley #weasley twins #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #xgeorgeweasley

[aralezinspace]

Masquerade

Combining two requests, both from Anonymous: Morpheus and s/o doing each other's makeup, Morpheus and reader kissing, reader teases him until he's at their mercy

A/N: The inherent eroticism of a masquerade *chef's kiss* partly inspired by All Yours by @roguelov (I love your writing so much!) Enjoy! Tagging @fangirlmary - If you want to be tagged in any of my writing let me know!

~~Requests are open!~~

“Morpheus?” I called from my bathroom, “Are you almost ready for me?” I knew time passed differently in the Dreaming, I still couldn’t help worrying we were going to be late. The Faerie realm was hosting a huge masquerade ball in honor of Cluracan’s birthday, and as rulers of the Dreaming we had both been invited. I had never been to a faerie masquerade, so I was more than a little nervous- even newly immortal, I was still only human, about to be surrounded by beings with more power in their pinkies than I had in my entire body.

I heard Dream’s footsteps pad from our bedroom into the bathroom before I saw his reflection in the mirror. I applied the last touch to my lipstick before turning to get the full effect, and my heart stopped in my chest.

He was dressed in his usual black, but the material seemed to be deeper, darker, a void where even the brightest of stars diminished. Within that void there swirled sparkling lines of blues, greens, purples, and reds, dotted with large silvery sparkles I’d bet were diamonds sewn into the fabric. The shirt and pants seemed painted onto his form they fit him so well, moving with him, not even creasing when he walked or moved his arms. The shirt’s collar covered his neck, and his hands were wrapped in black silk gloves.

The cloak he wore when being Dream of the Endless, Ruler of the Dreaming and Nightmare Realms was attached to his shoulders with silver brooches, each cradling a sapphire the size of a walnut. A silver chain connected the two pieces, swaying gently when he moved. Flames still flickered at the bottom, but this cloak was made of the same living void as his shirt and pants. His hair was only slightly more tamed than usual, which only added to the affect. Black pointed boots with slight heels and soft soles were on his feet.

I needed to stop gaping, before a dream spider crawled into my mouth.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, taking it all in again and again, the words hardly doing my sentiments any justice. He was ancient and beautiful, distant and awe-inspiring. “You look incredible.” He smiled gently at me, and I could have sworn his chest puffed out just a little bit as he approached me.

“As do you, my star,” he replied in a murmur. His eyes roved up and down my body, taking it all in as one would a piece of art. I could feel the slight tremor in his hand as he brushed a stray piece of hair away from my face. “Although there are no words in any language to do justice to your beauty.”

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks and bashfully glanced at the floor. “Flatterer,” I teased, but did a little twirl anyway before going back to the mirror.

He was right though, I looked just as otherworldly as him in the clothes he fashioned me. If he was attending as a galaxy, then I was the star at the very center. The whole ensemble was silver-blue and shimmering, made of countless layers of a light, floaty material that swirled around me like mist when I moved. The gown had a sweetheart neckline, and sleeves of fine silver mesh covered my arms, making them appear longer and more graceful. Moonstones and diamonds dotted the dress and sleeves, catching the light and reflecting it back. Small diamond earrings went in my ears, and a strand of silver and moonstone was around my neck, with a large opal pendant hanging just below my collarbones.

I had a cape of my own, made of the same shimmering material and dotted with flecks of gold, flowing out behind me from my shoulders. My makeup had the same slight rainbow and silver shimmer, my eyes outlined in pale blue liner. I looked every inch a monarch.

“Just have to do your eyeliner,” I said as I gestured for Morpheus to sit on the stool in front of my vanity. He swept across the bathroom and sat on the stool as if it were a throne while I gathered my liquid and pencil eyeliners, along with a few shades of eyeshadow. “Close your eyes and hold still?”

Morpheus smiled and did as I asked. His lashes were long and dark and utterly gorgeous against his pale cheeks. He was holding still as he could for me, which was the equivalent of a marble statue. Leaning over him, I carefully lined his upper lash lines in black ink before buffing it out with a brush. “Open and look up?”

Tongue between my teeth as I concentrated, I did his lower lash line as well. The black liner made the blue of his eyes even more startling, and I just knew that his eyes would appear even more like bottomless pits if they shifted to their usual black and silver over the course of the night.

“Okay, look ahead?” Rather than look straight ahead, Dream decided to look up at me, stopping the breath in my lungs with his gaze. With slightly clumsy fingers, I put the eyeliner back in my makeup drawer and grabbed the two eye shadows I had picked for him: a slightly sparkling red, and a shimmering silver. Using my fingertip, I gently pressed some of the red into the outer corners of his eyes, and some of the silver into the inner corners.

If I thought he looked incredibly beautiful and powerful before, I was wrong. Just adding the eyeliner and colors around his eyes had made him arrestingly gorgeous, and I couldn’t look away. My eyes widened at the being before me, heat flooding my entire body. That hint of red and silver was the most beautiful mistake I had ever made. It added more than a hint of mischief to the blue of his eyes, gave the power of dreams the attitude of the devil.

Oh, I was going to have a very hard time keeping my hands off him for however long we stayed at this party.

~~

The fae had truly gone all out for Cluracan’s celebration in a dazzling display of magic, wealth, and the otherworldly beauty of nature. The giant ballroom hummed with life, my skin tingled from the strength of the collective vibes. Even as my eyes absorbed the vibrant colors and wondered at them until they burned, I felt distinctly out of place. Just a tiny human at the side of an Endless, almost like a pet. I wanted to shrink into a gilt corner and hope that none of these beings paid me any mind. But, I was a monarch of the Dreaming. If Morpheus couldn’t hide in a corner, neither could I.

I could tell from his slightly tense grip on my hand that he’d rather be anywhere else. Even with our masks covering the top halves of our faces, it was easy to see how much he detested being here. There were too many people, and wearing the face of a monarch for all of them was taxing. I gently rubbed circles into the back of his hand with my thumb as we waited in line to pay our respects to the king and queen, taking in the sights and sounds and smells.

A beautifully haunting waltz came from the musicians on the modest stage at the back of the room. Fae and gods and other creatures of myth mingled and danced, their movements flickering like mirages. A shiver went down my spine.

The fae herald announced us to the waiting monarchs, and Cluracan sitting beside them: “Dream of the Endless and Lady Y/N, monarchs of the Dreaming, rulers of the Nightmare Realms.” I plastered a smile on my face as we approached the thrones. Morpheus gave a slight, respectful bow, and I dipped my knees in a little curtsy.

“Lord Morpheus!” Cluracan yelled with a beaming grin, extending his hand for Dream to shake. “I am so pleased you were able to attend! Both you and your beautiful wife.” Morpheus shook his hand with a strained smile. “Thank you for the invitation, we are honored to be here.”

Cluracan then extended his hand to me. I did what was expected of me, and placed my fingers in his waiting grasp. “Your visage this night is a true blessing,” he murmured against the skin before brushing his lips over my knuckles with a flirtatious smirk. I could feel Morpheus tense beside me.

Dream exchanged the necessary pleasantries with the king and queen, something I was content to let him handle. After the fae monarchs wished us well with the encouragement to enjoy their hospitality for as long as we wished, we were finally free from royal obligations to enjoy the party.

Morpheus was a wallflower at social engagements on the best of days, but I could tell that being in a ballroom surrounded by fae and magical creatures of every kind made him especially uneasy. His hand never left my lower back as we mingled with the other guests, sipping on sweet wine to take the edge off.

After we took our leave of some forest spirits, the orchestra struck up a tune I recognized as old Dreaming folk music. I gave Morpheus’ hand a squeeze and whispered excitedly in his ear, “I’ll bet you anything Cluracan asked them to play this for us. It’d be rude not to dance.” I gave him my best sparkling puppy dog eyes. “Please? May I have this dance?”

Dream sighed, but agreed with a small, loving smile. The image of a perfectly refined and dignified ruler, he led me to the dance floor, holding my one hand aloft while the other rested at my waist. We swept around the dance floor in time with the music, our garments flowing out behind and around us- a supernova and a black hole, swirling around each other in perfect harmony.

“They’re all staring,” I breathed, my eyes darting quickly to the assembled crowd.

“They cannot help but be entranced by you, my darling,” he purred back, “And neither can I.” My eyes flickered up to his, my heart stopping in my chest and lips tugging up into a smirk when I caught the expression on his face. There was no way he hadn’t noticed the hitch in my breath, or the flush in my cheeks, and his tiny smile became unbearably smug. Oh, so that’s how he wanted to entertain himself tonight. Well then, two could play at that game.

“They’re staring at you too, you know,” I breathed against his lips just before he twirled me out and then back in to his waiting arms. “You’re easily the most powerful being here, I bet they’re trying to decide whether they want to be your ally, or stab you in the back. Not that I’d let them.” The hand that was resting on his shoulder slid up, up, so that I was caressing his neck. “And I bet the women are just burning inside, aroused by your demeanor and aggravated their husbands could never hope to measure up.”

It was soft, but I could hear the growl that rumbled low in Dream’s chest. I could feel the way his fingers tensed into the flesh at my waist. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly- he now knew I had caught on to his game, and was not only willing to play, but playing to win.

When the song was over, I pulled away to bow to him, low and slow and graceful with a smile that was anything but submissive. Dream returned the gesture, a perfect gentleman, one who knew exactly what effect he was having on his partner. Rather than take his hand to leave the dance floor, I turned away from him, throwing a flirtatious smirk over my shoulder as I walked towards the buffet. I could feel his eyes burning into my back as he watched, intending to follow, but stopped by a fae lord wishing to speak with him.

I could sense Dream’s growing tension as the night wore on and I refused to stay by his side, rather flitting just out of reach. I made small talk with the other guests, even exchanged a few more words with Cluracan- that really got him going. It was only a matter of time before he came to sweep me away. I intended to beat him to it.

It was hard to evade the stare of an Endless, but I managed well enough. Just enough to catch Dream’s eye before leaving the ballroom and disappearing around a corner into a quieter hall. I could hear his footsteps following me, letting him catch the occasional glimpse of my skirt fluttering around a corner. Almost there…

I turned the next corner and hid in the darkened space between two stone columns encircled with vines. My heart pounded as Dream drew closer. When he was about to pass my hiding place, I reached out and snatched his arm, pulling him into the shadows with me and pressing him against the wall. The air left his lungs on impact in a breathy moan. I stepped in closer, pressing my nose into the hollow just below his ear and taking a deep breath. I was already warm and fuzzy from the wine and fae magic in the air; breathing Morpheus in only made it more so.

With a soft hum, I gently pressed my lips to his, moving them slowly, carefully, testing just how far I could push him. I teasingly ran my tongue over the seam of his sweet lips, and he immediately parted them for me. I flitted in for the slightest taste, the sweetness of the wine still lingering in the corners of his mouth. I pulled away the moment he tried to deepen the kiss, letting him lick beggingly at my closed lips.

One hand cradled his chin while the other slipped under the edge of his mask, mussing his hair slightly as I lifted it over his head and let it fall to the floor. He gasped against my lips and his breath immediately hitched, like he had been caught in the act of showing just how much I was affecting him.

His hands found their way to my hips, fingers digging in to soft fabric as he tugged me closer. My fingers threaded into his silky hair, gently caressing for a few moments before tightening around the strands and giving a gentle yank to expose his neck. Another gasp left him, his eyes fluttering.

I attached my lips to his jawline, kissing and nipping, just hard enough to sting. His fingers bit into my hips, holding me closer. I chuckled low in his ear, more than a little proud of how little it had taken to tease him into a gasping, trembling mess. “I think we’ve stayed long enough,” I cooed, “Unless you’d rather have another dance, or talk with Cluracan some more…”

Dream’s eyes flashed open, no longer ice blue, but deep black, and somehow still burning and sparkling. I had been right before: the eyeliner and colors at the corners of his eyes made me want to sink into those bottomless pits that looked as though they wanted to devour me whole. A breath shuddered out of my lungs and heat flooded my body. Dream smirked, smug and feral.

A hand left my waist to rip off my mask and cast it aside. Dream’s eyes raked over my face, eyes burning with desire. “My little star…” his low growl rumbled through me like thunder. “You are making it incredibly difficult to keep my composure.”

I slowly licked my lips, smooth and sultry. Dream’s eyes tracked every movement of my tongue. I stepped in even closer: “Then let it go.”

When I felt the vortex of sand carry us back to the Dreaming, I knew I had won this round, and also that Dream was more than alright with losing.

#The Sandman #The Sandman fanfic #Morpheus x reader #Dream of the endless x reader #Morpheus fanfic

[margarine-archives]

So, we saw the dead s/o… what about Financier with a resurrected s/o?

Revived!S/O with: Financier Cookie !

notes: anon you have wonderous ideas ! I like recieving lots of financier requests !

I am sorry for how delayed this is, I had to focus more on work ! I will be quick next time !

- she wouldn't even describe this as shock, she feels more than just that. She's frozen in place, wondering if her lack of sleep has truly gotten this worse

- she's wary, she's scared. This is simply fake- a delusion ! Whoever wants the paladin in her most vulnerable state would definitely use such a tactic ! She won't fall for such, it's so.. unnatural, absurd !

- she doesn't believe anything, anything you say. She draws her sword, preparing to fight such foolish cookie who thinks it's funny to impersonate her deceased lover. Yet your voice, the same as ever, so alluring, such a soothing voice of comfort, one to make her fall to her knees in an instant, and she hates how much she needs it right now.

- The feeling of comfort so foreign to her ever since your death, the exhaustion her body couldn't take anymore simply collapses infront of you, as if it's made of fragile sugarglass (and she hates how she feels like fragile sugarglass right now !)

- your familiar touch gently grabs ahold of her hand, and then her face, of how she missed you dearly. She wanted to pull back, to fight the fake that were surprisingly good at impersonation, she wanted to call out to the guards, the consul, anyone, yet she feels entraced by your simple touch of a hand.

- to this she finally drops her sword, hands moving forward to finally embrace your figure. 'This is nothing but a tactic to fool me once more' she thought 'but this time, I am truly fooled' but in the back of her mind, she doesn't care anymore. She's found you again, the missing piece to her sweet heart, with yours as equally sweet.

- and yet she was scared, for the very first time, scared that it truly was just a figment of her imagination, that you weren't the same cookie that she loved ever since. She wanted it to be true, yet couldn't believe that this was real.

- it takes her a very long time, a long while to finally realize: you were the very same cookie to love her, the one to take care of her when she couldn't, the one to motivate her more into working harder, to becoming a better version of herself.

- did the divine light bless her and gave her what she wanted ? or did they simply felt pity for the paladin's dismay. Either way, she felt happy, after what felt like a thousand years of sorrow without you. She felt whole again, she felt complete, and oh so completely loved.

- your kisses, so familiar, and yet she missed it dearly. Warm hands that would hold onto her rough, calloused hands so gently as if it were crumbling the moment you had touched it, and oh your voice, the same voice that felt like the light's gracious melody, engraved into her mind..

- Even so, she couldn't get enough of it. The compliments you'd give her, alongside your tone of voice that's enough to make her stone cold demeanor so warm and soft, your eyes that would glow with the light from above, you looked like the embodiment of light itself (especially loves it whenever it's sunset).

- oh but how could she stay composed when you stare at her so lovingly ? Oh how you were the best distraction she could have, but is it even a distraction to her ? it's more of like a blessing ! even if her reputation almost gets affected.

- could you blame the cookie ? after losing you for so long and now suddenly having a reason of wanting to wake up in the morning feels like a sudden blessing given to her from the divine light.

- and to this she prays, not from sorrow, but from utter happiness. She prays every day, all to thank the lights above for bringing you back to her, for making her feel like a complete cookie again

- this occurrence is very sentimental for the paladin. She didn't know how it happened, or when you truly came back, but all she knew was that she had you again, and that was enough for her.

- after reuniting with her lover, financier cookie will be more protective of you, she'll make sure that not even a single crumb falls from your body. Can you blame such actions ? She had been traumatized, fear of ever losing you for the second time due to her lack of protection, and she doesn't think the divine light will be as generous anymore..

- it's quite greedy to ask for more, when they have given her everything that she could ever want. You. Maybe that planned proposal isn't cancelled after all !

#cookie run kingdom x reader #crk x reader #cookie run x reader #financier cookie x reader #financier cookie

[sukirichi]

[ DUSK ‘TILL DAWN : 007 ]

“we who bear the burden of the crown do not need to love. you only need to stay here, with me, in power, in greed, in lust – in victory.”

c/w. modern royal au. infidelity. angst. gaslighting. toxic characters. suggestive. toxic relationships. mentions of neglect and abuse. hurt and comfort. it’s cringy when suna calls us ‘my love.’ half heartedly edited.

notes. this chapter is dedicated to all my fellow oikawa fuckers, enjoy <33 i’m really in love with how deep his character can be like lowkey he has more personality (as of now) than rintaro lol

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[ SEVEN ] i know you don’t really see my worth. you think you’re the last guy on earth, well, i’ve got news for you. i know i’m not that strong, but it won’t take long

 “Would you stop pacing?” Prince Tooru reprimanded. His wife, the ever-so-sweet Maiko, jumped a little at the sting of his voice. She was no longer an alien to his harshness, nor was it anything new for her the way he sent daggers her direction. “It’s an eyesore.”

“My apologies, Your Highness. I just... I’m extremely worried for the Princess.”

The Prince kept flicking through the television. However, behind his uncaring facade, he shared the same sentiments as her. Everyone would be lying if they said the entire manor hadn’t been deadly quiet the entire night, save for the hushed whispers between your servants appalled by Rintaro’s display. Tooru was actually impressed they hadn’t called your parents by now. Your servants watched you grow up and had been loyal to your family for years, yet not a single one of them stopped the Crown Prince from dragging their precious Princess like she was nothing but prey. Then again, Tooru mused, maids from a noble family would never go against the crown.

“You heard what Kiyoomi said. The Princess wants space, and Suna will not let us step a foot outside either. We have no choice but to await her return.”

“Would she even return?”

Hearing the scuffle of her feet rubbing against the carpet one more time, Tooru dragged a palm down his face. “Look. I cannot answer your questions, so can we please just go to sleep?” Sleep, of course, meaning that Prince Tooru enjoyed the luxury of your guest room’s king-sized bed while his wife remained on the couch. Hell, he was kind enough to share the same room as her.

Unbothered by the Prince’s nonchalance, Maiko gazed at her feet and fiddled with her fingers.

“Your Highness, I-I know this sounds far-fetched of me, but would you grant me a small favour? I promise I would repay you generously—”

“If you offer to leave me the fuck alone for a month, I might consider it.”

Maiko’s head snapped up. Her husband held no trace of remorse on his face as he pulled the blankets under his chin, handsome as usual—as all the Princes were—even with his eyes peacefully closed. Such a sight made him look unbelievably gentle with the way soft, brown strands of hair brushed over his forehead. And Maiko, poor Maiko who never learned, had no choice but to swallow her pride and give in to the Prince’s request. Whether it was because she had been in love him with him for the longest time and this was the first, possibly last, chance he would ever hear out, Maiko prioritized your well-being over anything else.

“I...Of course, Your Highness. If it is what you wish.”

Tooru raised a brow in disbelief, eyes narrowed at his wife’s sagging shoulders. Just like that? Ah, but he wasn’t complaining. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Please find the Princess. O-Or at least check up on her, talk to her or something. Anything would be of great help as long as she knew she does not have to face this alone. The Princess is having a hard time and it breaks my heart to imagine she is all by herself—”

“Why don’t you go yourself if you care so badly?”

“Because...” Maiko frowned, “If the Crown Prince catches me, I am done for. He might be far more merciful to you considering you are his brother.”

“That is hilarious,” Tooru couldn’t hold back a guffaw. “You think Rintaro would be less bothered if his brother sought out his damsel in distress of a wife? Oh, how gold. Has it not crossed your mind that Rintaro is oddly possessive over his wife? He thinks either Kiyoomi and I will snag her up.”

“But you will not, so—”

“What if I did, hm?” he challenged. Instantly, Maiko held her breath, awaiting the threat—or rather the possibility—that Tooru didn’t jester. He had always made it clear how he didn’t want her. Expressing at any opportunity he could take about his desire to have had the privilege to choose who he could have been married to, and Maiko knew exactly what he was doing. The Prince, just like now, was simply reminding her the consequences of her actions. But she must have been a true masochist as she remained mum in her spot the longer he continued, sitting up now and tilting his head with a smirk. “The Princess is gorgeous. I could easily choose her over you any day, so let me ask—would you still want me to find her and lend her a shoulder to cry on?”

Be strong, Maiko—was what she must be thinking. And honestly? Tooru thought it was complete, utter bullshit. She could plant her feet on the ground as solidly as she could, but he refused to have his bones buried next to hers.

Maiko had already taken his life.

He should choose his own death now, and if that meant slowly driving a dagger deep into her heart and carving out his to place into the mercy of your hands—because god forbid, you would be death of everyone someday—then Tooru would have no regrets. To have his fate intertwined with yours, whether the outcome may be bitter or would shatter him to pieces, would be honourable. A heaven in comparison to the hell bowing his head at him right now.

“We are family now, Your Highness. She needs us.”

“I take that as a yes?” Tooru mocked. He didn’t wait for her response as he was swiping his car keys off the counter the next second, his jacket shrugged on and halfway out the door before he sang, “As you wish, my dear.”

There are some things Tooru would never admit out loud. One, how he grew up closest to Kiyoomi and Keiji out of their shared love for literature, and that those two brothers of his held one of his most embarrassing secrets on how Tooru loved romantic novels. Jane Austen? He personally booked a theatre all for himself just to watch the film adaptations of her works. Margaret Mitchell? Tooru had handmade notebooks buried deep within his study filled with his favourite lines from her in perfect cursive; the younger version of him fantasizing about what it felt like to yearn for somebody your being felt incomplete without them. Two, how grateful he was deep down that Maiko had asked him to find you, because truth be told, only Rintaro got in his way. He would have ran after you hours ago the moment his bastard brother returned to the manor without his wife in tow. But appearances must be kept, trouble must be avoided if it provided more conflict than entertainment, and looking at it now, Tooru didn’t quite regret his previous actions.

The pitch-black sky felt more comforting than haunting as he pulled out of the driveway and headed to town. Maiko informed him you were at your family’s bed and breakfast, quite possibly asleep, but fuck it, right? Tooru convinced himself he wasn’t doing this for his wife. Never for Maiko, but not quite for you, either. Other than having a miserably pretty face that wasn’t as adored as it should be, and a heart bigger than Maiko was capable of, Tooru came to a conclusion he was doing it for himself.

Yes, he was simply a bored prince. Dragged into the edge of the country with no phones to use since Maiko would just snoop around, and Rintaro didn’t help with the situation by driving everybody apart. Even Kiyoomi seemed more of a bore than usual. So yes, Tooru was fetching you for his own gain, because surely listening to a broken hearted woman weep about her woes sounded far more entertaining than pretending to be asleep back at the manor.

No. He did not care about you at all.

He does not care one bit as he found you minutes later, sulking like a little child on the swings under an old sycamore tree whose leaves danced amongst the wind. He would admit, however, that you were undeniably beautiful. You always had been.

With a fresh face that granted him the luxury of seeing how crestfallen, forlorn eyes could remain dull under the moonlight’s gleam, Tooru tightened his grip on the scotch bottle. He wondered how sadness could look so beguiling on someone—whatnot with the lines of your frown and the absence of light you usually emanated. You sat there unaware of his presence looming overhead of you before you kicked and up high you flew. Skirt flowing at the same time you finally turned your head to look up at the sky, eyes glistening with tears and kissable lips quivering with slow, shuddered breaths he knew held back a sob. Tooru couldn’t help but find it befitting how you would one day hold power over everyone, because you were capable of breaking hearts. You could ruin kingdoms and tear everything apart. Yet, Tooru also knew how gentle you could be. He had shared enough family dinners with you to grow envious—no matter if he was aware they were all a sham—with the way you and Rintaro would share knowing smiles with each other like you both spoke a secret language exclusive only for those who had experienced falling in love.

Was this why Rintaro was so adamant in keeping you?

Had his brother even looked at you this way?

You made princes like him who grew up skilled in the arts of swordsmanship and combat weak in the knees. All you had to do was keep kicking your feet and fly higher up in the air and Tooru wouldn’t have argued if somebody told him he saw a fairy that night. A fairy who shed tears for a man unworthy of it. A fairy who mourned for a love that was never hers and whose cries were as muted as the dumbfounded Prince tracing the shape of your lips with his eyes and wonders, what would his name sound like if you whispered it to his ears? Would it feel biblical if Tooru could also share a secret language with you and murmur it into the crevices of your palm in a promising kiss, or would your words curse him into a thoughtless follower who walked into his own demise? You would be his Queen, after all. You would be the one he would fight for his life with, and whose wishes would become his command—his only good reason for living.

“Fuck,” Tooru muttered under his breath as he leant against his car. He could already feel his heart pounding. And for what? The spine-chilling realization of—or more like could no longer deny—that he found his brother’s wife mesmerizing? “Fuck you, Rintaro. I don’t wanna be like you. I’m not stealing anybody’s wife.”

Tooru chanted those words in his head like a mantra.

He needed more than a bottle of alcohol to get him through the night without accidentally blurting anything stupid, which he was certain was the last thing you needed. Tonight, you needed a friend. You needed someone with genuine intentions after being cruelly dragged into a make believe story of Prince meets Beauty, only to wake up with an unfortunate twist of Beauty and the Beast where happy endings didn’t exist when Rintaro was the Beast through and through.

Tonight, you would not be Prince and Princess.

Tooru would come as himself, and with a clear of his throat, plastered on his infamous smirk. “The night is too good to spend alone, Your Highness. I am quite certain no lovely woman would envision their honeymoon to turn out this way.”

You halted your body from swinging up.

Eyes widening at the sight of the Fifth Prince in nothing but sleepwear and a coat, your mouth falls open. You must have remembered you were now a Princess and had to act properly in front of a royal blood that you sat up straight. The action had Tooru sucking in a sharp breath before making himself comfortable on the swing beside you, opting to stare out in the vast fields because his chest was fluttering at the look on your face. How relieved you seemed upon seeing him. Like he was your hero even if he was far from having heroic attributes, and Tooru bit the insides of his cheeks.

He loathed how that passing moment made him feel important and brought a tint to his cheeks.

“Your Highness,” you began, “Wh-What brings you here?”

“To comfort a certain lonely Princess,” he winked, and you respond with a surprised squeak. “What? Can’t believe that the most handsome Prince is now your knight in shining armour? Don’t flatter yourself, though. This will not be a daily occurrence and—”

“Thank you.” Ducking your head, you stare at your lap, and Tooru patiently waited for you to continue speaking. He could see your eyes water as you swallow audibly, “I...I did not think anyone would bother to come find me, much less you, my Prince. Out of everybody, I thought you might have cared the least, but forgive me for I was mistaken.”

“Well,” he shrugged, “Not everyone is as heartless as Rintaro. Not your fault too that you thought of me that way.”

The both of you share a knowing smile—his telling you that you would be alright, and you reciprocating a thankful one. A comfortable silence settled after that. None of you found the need to talk about anything when Tooru wasn’t the best at comforting, and you were more than satisfied for the company. It shocked him, though, how he unexpectedly ended up playing in the swings with his brother’s wife at three in the morning, surrounded by nothing but grass and the faint sounds of crickets chirping. The wind would occasionally hum, and so did you.

The intimate beginning of a core memory felt like a scene straight out of a novel, but Tooru knew better. As much as he cherished this moment of sharing a silence with somebody in a world filled with people demanding for answers and explanations, Tooru understood this moment would not last. He had to remind himself he wasn’t your Prince. You weren’t his Princess. You were both just royals stripped of their titles until they were reduced to nothing but humans at their rawest form—a Princess with a disloyal husband, a broken heart and pride, and him as a Prince who didn’t quite knew where he belonged. At least, Tooru knew his place, and maybe that was why it felt a bit wrong to be the one next to you this moment. You were newly married and should be having this emotional intimacy with your husband. Not his brother. It was a constant fight of push and pull in his brain of wanting to be greedy and have more for this, whatever the fuck this was, whatever the fuck it meant now that you were smiling to yourself without saying anything, but Tooru chose to be the bigger person and stop kicking his feet.

“Say,” he scrunched his nose, “The town is dead, and you look like you have a lot to get off your chest. What do you say about a drive up the hill? You can scream as much as you want there.”

“Scream? Why would I scream?”

“Curse out Rintaro. I do that a lot when he gets on my nerves.”

When you laughed at his words, Tooru had to stop himself from getting too ahead of himself. Surely, it didn’t mean anything at all that he just made a pretty Princess laugh, even if your laugh was so airy and sounded so nice he would have taken full credit of doing a job well done for being a temporary friend.

“That does not sound too bad. In fact, I know a spot.”

The spot being a ten minute walk up the hill, far enough to be hidden from the prying gaze despite everybody being asleep but close enough that Tooru could retrace the steps back to the town in fear you would get lost again. Not that he had to worry. You were already steps ahead of him, shoes looped into your fingers as your toes dug into the bare earth—the very spitting image of a woman he couldn’t have most with sparkling hair pins keeping the strands kissed by the wind at bay.

Right. He needed to look away.

You were not his to appreciate.

“How did you find me, Prince Tooru?” you asked when you’d both settled next to each other, knees slightly brushing with every relaxed move.

Prying his eyes away from your fingers spreading to let the blades of grass peek through the spaces, Tooru raised a shoulder. Stop, he chastised himself. Do not muse about how strong the soil must be that night to carry the unspoken sorrows that weighed heavier than earth itself. Do not put yourself into the shoes birthed with a responsibility you were not man enough to step in on.

“Let’s just say that my wife and I never really went to the shop centres. That was nothing but a lame excuse we had to tell her parents. Instead, I roamed around this lovely town of yours and wished earlier that this might as well be my spot—but of course, this has always been yours, isn’t it?” he attempted to lighten the mood, “You have a lovely view from here.”

While his view from his bedroom, up north in the Inarizaki Tower, granted him the vision of a god who saw all from the citizens rising early in the morning to mill about for work to children laughing as they chased each other outside their parents’ humble, little shops, nothing could have compared to the serenity of Greenville. Miles and miles of land rich with flowers and fruitful trees laid home to rows of grapevines; its scent so addicting the Prince might as well have gotten drunk from a single whiff. The land stretched overhead until the peak of the mountains along the edge allowed room for the sun to stretch its arms out in a few hours’ time. Crickets chirped. The wind sang a lullaby that put the people to sleep, and he had you next to him. Close enough he might have plucked out the flower tempting him nearby with its dulcet beauty and humorously recite you poetry like he was your lover if that would make you smile.

Unfortunately, you didn’t share the same sentiments as him. “I doubt anything could be lovely from now on.”

“Don’t let my brother get to you.”

“That is easy for you to say,” you exhaled, “You and your brothers all the same. We, as wives, never meant anything significant to your hearts. You throw us to the side away like we are lesser than dust. I doubt you could even understand my pain when you are clearly incapable of being a good husband with the inability to feel love.”

Biting back his tongue to ask “don’t you want to prove me wrong about that?”, Tooru blew a low whistle. “You don’t pull your punches, do you? That is harsh.”

“Well, I see no need to coddle you, my Prince. You are a grown man who needs to realize his own disgusting flaws.”

At any other day, Tooru would’ve taken the unnecessary projection of your own heartbreak out to him with disdain, but today was different. For his own entertainment, he would be a little kinder. A little more patient. So he let it slide, and masked his confused heart with the one thing he had perfected—the all-too-confident smile that made men and women weak in the knees. The smile that brought him to where he is now, married and unhappy.

“Oh, there is no need, Princess. I am more than well aware of what makes me terrible,” he admitted, “What my brother did was wrong. There is no excuse for his behaviour, but you must understand—this is all very common to us now. Rintaro was able to deceive you like that because he had seen it with his own eyes; how marriages needed to be successful politically but never romantically, and once he has a goal in mind, nothing is stopping him from achieving that,” it was more of a warning than a reminder, and Tooru snuck a glance to confirm if you understood where he was going. “Do not take it personally, Princess. Rintaro would have been a liar either way whether it was you or not that he first laid his eyes on.”

“Is that supposed to comfort me?”

“I am shit at comforting others—” a laugh was pulled from him before the Prince steals the bottle from your hands and takes a swig. “—but I do sincerely hope you stop crying now.”

His words had the opposite effect. Not even past the neck of the bottle, you choked before him in a fit of sniffles and sobs. Eyes puffy and red, lips wobbly and fingers angrily wiping away at the tears you desperately tried to conceal from his stupefied gaze. “What do you care whether I cry or not?”

Out of instinct, Tooru’s arm reached out to stop you from pinching your cheeks.

Slapped by logic, on the other hand, his arm retreated by itself because he was only here to comfort, not to reassure. And bound by the foolishness that was called the never-learning vulnerable heart, Tooru found himself in the middle of heaven and hell as he sighs. “Believe it or not, Princess, but I do care,” was his confession, though before you could ponder too much about it, the Prince was already hogging the scotch. “Implausible, is it not? But I do not blame you for it. I know I seem unable to care about others when I hate my own wife, even if she has been nothing but an angel to me.”

“So you know Princess Maiko adores you. Why do you not treat her with the same kindness, then?”

Princess Maiko again. It always had to circle back to her.

“She annoys me. She clings to me like an obsessed leech and demands affection when she knows I have no interest in reciprocating it,” he scoffed, “It is for her own good, though. There is no point to fool herself we can be happy together when I never wanted to be married. It is better to break her heart from the beginning than be sweet to her and get her hopes up.” The Prince held no room for argument. Palms leaning back on the grass, he extends his leg and crosses them as he glares at the sky like the darkness caused all this trouble. “No idea what anybody told you, but Princess Maiko and I were not married under the Queen’s choice. It was Maiko’s.”

“Princess Maiko...proposed to you?”

“Something like that. Maiko is a year younger than me, and naturally, since our families had close connections to each other, I grew up treating her like my little sister. She was always clumsy and stupid that I feared she’d get into trouble if not properly watched over. Little did I know that my concern for her would grow into being lovesick, and next thing I know, she is begging with the Queen to marry me. One thing led to another, the Queen saw potential in our union, and now here we are.”

“You make it sound like you had no choice in this, yet you still let her walk down that aisle. Are you sure you are not just using the Queen as an excuse?”

“If I did not marry Maiko, the Queen would have kicked me out the palace.”

“That is legal?”

Tooru wore a face that said beats me. “When there are too many Princes in a patriarchal monarchy, there will be hierarchy among our worth. The First Prince is already worthy to remain in the family as the eldest heir, and then Rintaro is the only child of the King and Queen. Prince Shinsuke will never have to worry about not being Prince when his mother plays a large role in the Kingdom as one of their best lawyers. The twins, too, come from a wealthy mother whose chain of businesses greatly benefits the palace. The youngest, Prince Tobio, is naturally adored by everybody else. He is given everything without having to ask for it. But the rest of us? We have to fight for our place in the dinner table. My clan is not exactly on good terms with the royal family, either.”

“But did you not say you did not care about being Prince?”

“I don’t. The duties of a Prince wears me out and I hate having to put on a facade all the time, but I have no place where I belong in,” his voice grew somber, the tips of his ears tinting red at the realization he was actually being vulnerable to someone who wasn’t his brother. Hell, he didn’t even trust his brothers anymore the night titles mattered more than familial bond, yet here he was. “My mother... her family does not accept me because she was a married woman who had me after having an affair with the King, and the King never looked at me once when I was born. He merely had me to establish ties with the Oikawa Clan, but when he realized my maternal grandparents barely recognized me as their own, I was useless to him. So as much as I despise being a Prince, it is the only way I can actually live. If not for my title, I would have already been sent to the streets.”

Tooru was quietly begging whatever gods looked down on him that you wouldn’t look at him with pity. The last thing he wanted was to be pitiful.

Sneaking a glance after a split second decision dissolved his worries, because you were far from seeing him as less. No, you glanced at him more out of curiosity. Like if he allowed you to give it more thought, you could magically have a solution. “Then...if you are not that important to them despite being an heir to one of three founding clans, why could Prince Kiyoomi not be important, as well? He is the Second Prince. Is that why he married Princess Iris—to ensure his title of a Prince?”

“Nobody knows why Iris and Kiyoomi got married, and neither will anyone of them talk about it. None of us were even invited to their wedding. We just woke up the next day and found out our brother had gotten married with minimal preparations, but it was all over the news. The Kingdom ate their marriage and claimed it to be a firmer peace treaty over Inarizaki and Itachiyama.”

You hid a sniffle.

“...How long has Prince Suna and Princess Iris been together?”

Tooru believed it was best you knew less. But the look on your face begged, pleaded to have that certain itch scratched that Tooru had to give in. “They met when they were in high school,” he supplied, albeit hesitantly, “Iris was a scholar of the royal family as her mother was a loyal follower of the Queen despite being born in Itachiyama, and Iris was an intelligent girl. They hit it off ever since, but drifted apart due to obvious reasons. Then they met again right after the wedding, and have been inseparable ever since.”

God. He really shouldn’t have said it. He had barely finished speaking before you pulled your knees up to your chest, head buried between your legs and sobs stifled in the eerie silence. “Oh my god. I look like a fool, don’t I? They’ve known each other forever.”

“None of this was your fault, Princess. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“It was my fault, though. I-I knew all this time,” you were full on sobbing by now. “I found out the night we announced our engagement. Ever since that day, I knew whatever we had was never real, but I proceeded with the wedding anyway because I hoped he would still look at me the same way. D-Do you have any idea how much it hurts to learn that you were never loved in the first place?”

Your voice cracked with every sharp breath. Fingers lifting to dig into your scalp deep enough the skin turned raw, and Tooru was immediately peeling your hands away from yourself. “Princess, breathe. Do not hurt yourself—”

“It kills me, Your Highness. I have never felt this pathetic before.”

“Princess...”

“I can’t stop looking in the mirror and find a warped reflection of myself staring back,” you wail and flick his arm away, like the thought of being touched by someone else repulsive. “Every day, I see nothing but my flaws and insecurities and think, is this why he doesn’t love me? Am I not pretty enough? Am I not good enough? Will I never compare to Iris? I feel so horribly ugly and disgusted of my own skin.”

“Don’t think that. You’re beautiful.”

“His Highness said otherwise—”

“My brother is fucking stupid for taking you for granted. If you were mine, I would have never made you feel like you were not good enough.”

Your head slowly turns to face him, the previous sobs now dwindling into little sniffles, but Tooru was already looking away. Downing his wine before you could say anything else. Drinking fast enough his brain felt muddled and there was an ache forming at the back of his head, but anything. Anything to escape the prying eyes wet with tears as the confession settled into the air.

He either fucked it up, or started a new chapter along the way.

The sound of you crying harder again brought him no answer.

“I w-wish...he thought the same way.”

What did it all mean? This moment... when you looked at him now, clinging to whatever hope was left in your love struck heart. When you looked at him now, smile flattened upon the mutual understanding that maybe this was what it meant. Not quite friendship, not quite partnership, not quite acquaintances—but the gentle promise that when the castle and its burdens grew too suffocating, you would have the Fifth Prince to run to out of the thousand others living under the grand halls of royalty. And if you had even the slightest inkling that perhaps Tooru might be growing too warm in a cold night, he was comforted enough by the fact you and him were as impossible as him and his wife.

Whatever attraction he held for you simply had to die. Whatever happened tonight stays within this spot closest to the stars in a quiet town called Greenville.

“Let him go,” was all Tooru could offer before his hand covered yours—that silly smile returning on his face again as if to say the pain would pass. “He’s stupid, anyway.”

“Right.” Finally, fucking finally, you smile brighter than he ever could. “He is stupid.”

“What the fuck were you doing with my wife?”

No good thing ever lasted. It was a fact Tooru learned the hard way, and had to relearn once more when he brought you back ‘home.’ After an hour and a half more of sharing jokes that slowly, the both of you were forming your own secret language Rintaro would not be a part of, you decided to loosen up a bit and steal the rest of his drink. Well, he brought it for you, but he didn’t quite expect you to rummage around his own hidden stash in the car of flasks, only to be giggling and practically dead weight in his arms later on.

It was good until it lasted.

It was good until he showed up. Tooru hadn’t stopped scowling since your husband bundled you in his jacket and held you like you were a fragile woman in need of care. Sure, you could be, but if Rintaro knew it all along, why hadn’t he been more careful since the beginning? Tooru hated inconsistency. Hated lying out of everything—all of the traits his younger brother was an expert of.

It was absolutely revolting how he immediately took on the role of a concerned husband and carried you to bed when you passed out in his arms—like he hadn’t been the reason you felt the need to drink yourself to such a state.

“Only what you should have done.”

Rintaro grabbed him by the collar, their eyes levelled but neither giving in. “Don’t mess with me, Tooru. You think I don’t know what you’re doing, huh? Making my wife warm up to you so you can mess up everything I worked hard for?”

“I didn’t do shit. You ruined everything by yourself and you know it.”

“You still had no business going after her like that.”

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” gritting his teeth, Tooru shoved Rin back hard enough his back hit the doorframe. Although the impact didn’t cause too much of a sound, he still glanced your way to see if you had awoken before lowering his voice. “Your wife cried for hours. She could barely breathe well from how overwhelmed she is, and what were you doing? Oh, that’s right. Fucking your mistress while your wife wondered over and over again just what made her so unworthy of love in your eyes. It’s actually pathetic that such an amazing woman would shed these much tears over a man who can’t even tell her the truth about his malicious nature!”

Rintaro snickered, and it took all of Tooru’s patience to not punch his brother.

“Since when have you cared about the Princess?”

“Maybe we all do, Rintaro! Maybe every single one of us is tired that you and your mother are the exact same—you do nothing but manipulate people for your own gain and then wonder why your lives are so miserable! Your wife loves you, Rin. She would forgive you at the blink of an eye but it does not give you the right to abuse her kindness.”

“That is hypocritical coming from you. You talk as if you do not neglect your wife and leave her crying, too.”

“Maiko, Maiko, it’s always about stupid, fucking Maiko!” he fumed, “Don’t fucking pit me with you, asshole. You courted Princess Y/N for two years and had no intention of coming clean about your sins. Everybody knows I never wanted this marriage. It was Maiko who bound me with these shackles because she was obsessed with me!”

Rintaro was at a loss of words.

He, too, knew that in some way, Tooru had been better. Tooru had always been consistent over his disapproval of the marriage, and had no choice but to accept it in order to survive the harsh environment of the palace. But did Rintaro care?

Obviously not.

“Go back home. I don’t need you here.”

Tooru scoffed. “If it brings you any comfort—” with his back turned to his brother, he glared at him one last time on the way out. “I didn’t come here of my own volition. It was Maiko who requested me to go. Nobody’s out here stealing who isn’t theirs.” An excuse, a valid reason, a half truth—call it what you wanted. Tooru wasn’t sure himself either which one of it he truly meant when he could still smell your perfume all over him on the drive back to the manor.

At one point in your life, you became a Princess before you married a Prince.

It happened that one fateful night. Where elites, nobles, royals, and all the important figures in the world gathered in a grandiose castle in celebration of a Prince’s eighteenth birthday. Naturally, as the daughter of two of the trusted followers of the throne, you had been invited. You could still picture it all clearly—the weeks ahead of preparation despite being a guest who would most likely befriend the shadows and be accompanied by the walls until the party ended. Still, your mother insisted you be dressed to the nines. Calling out for the best dressmakers to travel to Inarizaki with the sole purpose of transforming you into—as what your mother called —“a butterfly who attracted attention, but would be out of reach.”

You were close to telling your mother she would return home from the party disappointed. Unless she could accept you were more of a moth who clung to the unknown corners.

Not that you thought lowly of yourself, but you preferred the term... realistic. Yes, realistic was what you were. You simply accepted the fact you weren’t the prettiest, the most sociable, nor the most interesting woman to ever be attending these balls. Perhaps only slightly above average all thanks to the respectable status and money you were born with, but otherwise not as dreamy as your mother painted you out to be.

See, you weren’t the best dancer. Your mother had given up halfway into dancing classes once she realized you were a lost cause. Little did the both of you know, that from that night onwards, the young woman who had two left feet would someday master the art of dancing all to impress a certain Prince who wouldn’t stop looking at her that night.

His name was Suna Rintaro—the Crown Prince by birth.

And you had caught his eye.

In fact, you must have captured his entire attention and bewitched his whole being that he was unable to take his eyes off of you and pushed through the crowd, all to ask for a dance.

You said yes. He said you made him the happiest man that night.

“Truly?” he echoed, as if a gorgeous Prince like him ever experienced his dance invitations rejected before. “You would dance with me?”

“It would be my pleasure, Your Highness. I...I am not great at dancing though,” you began to stutter, palms growing damp behind the lace gloves. “Perhaps you ought to find somebody better? I am uncertain I am the best choice to dance with tonight—”

“You are the best choice,” the Prince grinned, and your heart skipped a beat in awe at how someone could be effortlessly charming. You barely even noticed he was already leading you to the dance floor until you felt a hundred pair of eyes on you. All these people who bore more importance and held heavier money in their pockets witnessed how the Prince slid his warm hand above your waist then, his smile just as soothing as the little finger rubs to ease your nerves. “You are—” he leant closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “The only one who I want to share this dance with.”

 You awoke with a jolt, heart pounding a mile a minute as the memory replayed in your head. Like a film caught on tape, you could still hear the violins singing at the top of their lungs, the cello hitting deep notes that vibrated within your bones. You could still feel the warmth of the Prince’s touch as he danced the night away with you. How gentle he had been to walk you out the gardens just to shyly murmur how he found you beautiful.

Beautiful.

Until suddenly you were not—or more like, you had never been beautiful to him.

“My love,” a voice—one that used to be comforting but now only brought pain—broke you out of your reverie. “I prepared breakfast for you. We should go downstairs and eat.”

Your husband, Rintaro, sat at the edge of your bed with a pinched frown. As if he was worried. He had no right to be, yet somehow, there was still that voice at the back of your head rejoicing in delight. Because he came. He came to find you. You woke up with him, and sure, it didn’t erase yesterday’s events, but could it mean something? You so badly wanted to reach out to him when his hand snaked across the mattress to find yours. Offering you a small squeeze. Looking so concerned you would have believed it all over again.

How was it possible someone could be both your happiness and torment?

No! your inner voice screamed at you. Don’t let him get close.

Blinking back the tears you hadn’t noticed arrived, you kicked the blankets off of you and trudged to the bathroom when you felt bile rise from your throat. Right. Such great timing. You were pushing the toilet lid up the next second, knees scraping against the floor as you emptied your stomach. Your head pounded as you did so, and you winced, remembering just now how Prince Tooru had visited and you drank yourself to your limit.

Which, obviously, was a decision you regretted making.

“My love!” Rintaro was behind you in an instant. He rubbed your back, held your hair up as you retched a few more times, and whispered sweet nothings that did nothing but to intensify that sick feeling in your stomach. “How much did you drink? I was so worried for you, honey—”

You slapped his hand away.

“Don’t call me that.”

If Rintaro looked defeated, he hid it extremely well. “Please. I only worry for you,” he helped you up on your feet. Fortunately for him, you were too wobbly on your own legs to complain. You quietly let him sit you on the closed toilet and sat down before you, his knees brushing against your bare feet and his handsome face deceitfully worn. “Listen...we can talk about it later, alright? You need to eat first before you get even more sick.”

“You are concerned over my well-being?”

“I am—”

“It did not feel like that yesterday.”

“Please. Let’s stop fighting.” How rare for the Crown Prince to beg, much say please more than once in a row. Wasn’t he too prideful for that?

As much as you basked in how this man was now on his knees for you, you didn’t trust yourself to not give in to whatever he asked of you. True as it was that it hurt, love didn’t disappear in a night. It wasn’t that easy to un-love someone you planned your whole life with. Of course, going back to that same hellish place he put you in would truly paint you the ignoramus, but you currently didn’t have the power to say no to him just yet. It was two years of being wired to please him at all costs. And it would take more than that to unlearn all the habits you’d formed just to align with who he wanted you to be.

But things would change now. It would no longer be the same, and you could only hope the next chapters of your life would bring about a better change.

Today marked the beginning of you detaching from your husband.

Pushing past him, you walked out with clenched fists. You would not cry in front of him now. You would not let him feel the satisfaction of how perfectly he’d executed his plan of wrapping himself around your finger until the end crashed you both. You would not let him see that you still loved him, still craved him, still fucking wished he would be genuine in comforting you and not because he had to keep you as his pliant wife.

No matter how hard it was, you needed to turn your back on him from now.

“Wait,” he grabbed you by the wrist, and you nearly collapsed on the spot from how much you yearned for his touch. “Where did you get this?”

He was pertaining to the scratches on your palm. The ones you got when he rudely pushed you off. “It’s nothing,” was all you supplied, however, because he didn’t need to know. Rintaro would feel guilty and just feed you honey-like words to thaw the ice in your heart. Soon, you would be putty in his arms again if you weren’t careful enough. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Of course I worry.” He said it like this should be obvious to you by now, and you scoffed.

“Why? Because I’m not the perfect Princess you want me to be anymore now that I have wounds?”

Rintaro’s lips puckered out. “Because I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You hurt me yesterday. Funny how fast your feelings change in the span of a night, no?” you grabbed your wrist before crossing your arms against your chest. “Is this how you always were? Kind one moment, ruthless the next? You put on so many faces and tell too many lies that I have no idea who I am talking to right now. So tell me—are you my husband who promised to take care of me and cherish me until death do us part, or are you the greedy Prince who manipulated me into marrying him?”

Rintaro does not respond. Instead, he manoeuvred around the cramped space of your bathroom and reaches for the first-aid kit on the top shelf. Your husband slowly unrolls the bandages before he takes your hand in his, touch butterfly like that you wondered if he was the same man who had been aggressive yesterday. Still, you waited with baited breath, unable to stop yourself from staring at him. And blessed he was with those hazel eyes who’d seen every ugly part of you yet stayed with you anyway—whether it was out of need or he actually cared sometimes to not mind—and that soft tuft of hair you loved running your hands to. Those lips who recited empty vows and kissed you like he meant it. That voice that made your legs quiver countless nights and now, these hands wrapping the bandages around your blistered palm with patience and grace you knew you had fallen in love with.

Tears sprung once again. Chest squeezing uncomfortably as you realized you still were, and still would, be hopelessly in love with Suna Rintaro. Heart shattering all over again when you began to accept your heart would be a chamber that hung him like an oil painting that never aged through the years. How your love would remain frozen in time along with his smiles, and you loved him so much you sometimes forget he did not love you at all.

He had someone else in his heart when yours cried out no one else’s name but his.

“Why her?” you croak out weakly, nursing your bandaged palm to your chest as you leant against the wall. Feeling your knees weaken little by little. “What does she have that I do not? Why did you love her...but not me?”

“I do not want to talk about it.”

“Why her, Rintaro?”

It was the first time you called him by his first name. The shock is apparent on his face, but Rintaro opted to shake his head before wrapping an arm around your waist. “We should eat first. Then, I will you tell everything.”

Breakfast, while not entirely comfortable, wasn’t as terrible as you expected it to be. It was difficult to stay mad at him when you were greeted by the staff who wouldn’t stop gushing about how your husband stayed up the entire night to cook for you. The said man only blushed in response, seemingly embarrassed and continuously apologizing for the mess he made in the kitchen.

Now, if Rintaro was on a mission to mess with your heart even more, it definitely worked.

All your anger dissipated as you ate the rice soup. The breakfast wasn’t anything flashy, but it contained everything you needed after a hungover. Bananas, some sliced apples, a light soup and some ginger tea to help ease your nausea. Such simple food, yet seeing as how Rintaro grew up with a silver spoon and never had to cook anything in his life before, your husband took multiple attempts to perfect the soup into a plausible taste. Not that you would ever tell him since compliments seemed far and beyond in this already failing marriage. But... you supposed, you could give him some credit. You appreciated the effort, and thanked the staff generously before you both decided to just walk back home and talk.

Greeting people as you go, your husband kept trying to hold your hand. For appearance’s sake, or because he simply wanted to have you close, you didn’t ask anymore. You shoved your hands deep into your pockets and led him into a field of dandelions—one of your favourite places as a child. The bright yellows mixing in with the lush green, along with the fresh breeze, and it would have been picture perfect.

You always wanted to visit here with Rintaro. Tell him some childhood stories. It was something you had been dreaming of around the third month of your relationship, but now that you were here standing next to your husband, you didn’t quite feel the same elation.

“This place is beautiful,” he cut the silence and faces you with a soft smile. “Imagine one day, our kids would run here with us—”

“Why are you doing this to me, Your Highness? Do you take pleasure in my suffering?”

“Princess, I—” he sighed, “Let me explain.”

“Go ahead. Tell me everything from the start and I might be kind enough to understand where you come from.”

And tell you, he did. He told you everything. From how they met, to how he had always felt this ‘pull’ with her and smiled to himself dreamily because gravity pulled him to her; they had this magnetic force that they couldn’t stay away from each other. He told you about the dreams he shared with her. The plans they made. He listed down every little thing he loved about her and remained unaware that you stood there furiously blinking back tears, because you were the wife, and you had never felt so unloved at the face of someone who proclaimed his undying affection for a woman who was not his. He reminisced about how it all went downhill when Iris married Kiyoomi, how they were so lonely that they just found home in each other. He couldn’t help it, he said, I just knew I needed to do everything to make her mine.

We were meant for each other.

And you? Who were you meant for? Perhaps, you were destined for this sick, twisted fate where you felt like the outsider, the third party, the side character, in a story that was supposed to be yours? He looked so in love. And you knew, because you mirrored everything he felt about her. You knew because you looked the same way as he does now when you were in love, and it’s not you—it’s never going to be you. It was never supposed to be you. All you could do was smile bitterly when your husband uttered her name like she had cast a spell on him. Pretending with whatever strength you had left in you to be fine.

“You love her that much you were willing to sacrifice me for it?”

“...I—”

“Did you ever think about how this would make me feel? How-How I welcomed you into my home and told you about my deepest fears and-and none of that had been real? Was there a single moment where you stopped to think maybe you were hurting someone else all because you wanted to be with the woman you want?”

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But that is the thing, Your Highness, you already did. You cannot undo what has been done.”

“I know that,” Rintaro stepped forward, only to be greeted by you keeping the distance bigger. The crestfallen look on his face nearly made you feel bad. “I do not expect forgiveness from you, Your Highness. Absolutely not. But if we could compromise on something—”

“What would we compromise on?” you laughed without a trace of humour, “I love you. I married you because I love you, I care about you, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You married me out of greed. You still wish to proceed with your plans which shows you truly do not care about me, so tell me, what is there to compromise about? I want my husband more than anything else, but that is the one thing you cannot give me.”

Rintaro shook his head. “No, no. I am still yours, Princess. Iris is not my wife, you are. You are the one who I will wake up to every morning, the one I will spend the rest of my life with. We can still do the things you wish for. Iris, she... she is not a selfish woman. She has always been kind enough to let me be with you for the greater good—”

You raised a palm in front of his face.

“Please stop talking.”

Was he defeated? No. Rintaro needed more than this blatant rejection of yours. If he had been that weak or gave up any easily, then he wouldn’t get where he was right now. But at this moment, you could have sworn he meant it when his shoulders fell and called out your name.

“Had we met earlier, I would have loved you first.”

“That just hurts me more.”

“I was, and am genuinely happy with you, my wife,” he reassured, but it didn’t stop making you cry. It didn’t ease the pain as Rintaro slowly encaged you in his embrace. Your tears staining his shirt and fists crumpling the material as you felt yourself die little by little. “Shh, Princess. Not a part of me regrets reciting my vows to you on that day in front of the entire kingdom. Believe it or not, but I adore you. I love listening to your stories and hearing you laugh, and-and you are kind. You are strong. You are an extremely beautiful and loving woman that I am the luckiest man in the world to have been your husband.”

“But you do not love me,” you cried harder, “You will never look at me the way you look at her.” When the Prince remained silent, so did you. He didn’t deny it this time—how you would never receive the same treatment as Iris. That fact alone had you pulling back to stare at your husband’s eyes.

“Does she make you happier than I do, Your Highness?”

Ignorance was bliss, indeed. If only you could turn back time and undo this moment where you stopped curiosity from getting the best of you, perhaps you would not be twice as heartbroken when Rintaro nodded. No hesitation in his features. Just pure love, and an ounce of regret and guilt from the way you slowly crumbled before him.

“Yes, she does. The Princess is my entire universe. I would be utterly devastated and lost without her.”

It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of your body. It became a challenge to speak, to feel the tips of your fingers as you stepped back one time, two time, three times until the distance was just as big as the hole he punctured through your heart. Now, you had enough. You had reached your limit, learned your lesson, been humbled to your place—and Rintaro had no intention of taking his words back.

He meant it.

He would lose himself if Iris disappeared from his life.

With that, you had no choice but to force a smile. “I understand,” you declared, wiping your pathetic tears because it hadn’t been an hour since you promised you would be stronger now. But luck was never on your side, and you still kept tripping and wounding yourself.  “I...I would like to return to the castle, Your Highness. There is no need to extend this trip any longer than it should be.”

“We don’t need to return right away, Princess. There are still plenty of things we can do—”

“Please refrain from sharing any activities with me from now on unless it is bound by duty. No eyes are looking, so you have no responsibilities with me right now,” you sent him a pointed gaze. “I wish to return to the city, and that is final. Do not question my decisions as I will not interfere with yours.”

Rintaro’s lips flattened into a thin line. You couldn’t bear yourself to look at him anymore, so you walked away from him, salty tears cascading down your cheeks, and the wedding ring heavier than the weight in your heart.

From today onwards, you might not recognize yourself anymore.

None of the Princes and their wives questioned the sudden return to Inarizaki Palace.

When they saw you and Rintaro walk in with gloom faces, everyone shuffled to their feet and quickly packed their things. No words or explanations needed. This honeymoon had already ended on a sour note, and now it was time to return to the reality of royal obligations and duties. Duties such as keeping a fake smile plastered at all times when the supportive citizens of Inarizaki waved and cheered at the couples’ arrival. Atrocious obligations such as letting your husband place a possessive hand at the small of your back when the rest of his brothers welcomed you into the lobby, the youngest Prince bouncing at his feet at the sight of you.

“Back so soon, sister? Did you guys enjoy?”

You shared a quick, affectionate glance with Rintaro. “We did. I had the time of my life, but I thought it unnecessary to dilly-dally around in my hometown when royal duties await us all.”

“As expected of my sister. You are always so adept,” praised the marvelled Prince Tobio who had taken himself to looping himself to your arm. It left Rintaro awkwardly following behind as you were guided to your shared chambers, but you weren’t complaining. The youngest Prince was lively and brightened up your bitter days. “Say, would you mind taking me to Greenville someday when we are both free? I heard you had the loveliest manor there.”

“It would be my honour, Your Highness.”

“Please,” he beamed, and instantly, you were given a reason to endure this hell even longer. “Call me brother, we are family now. But ah, it is night time! I should let the both of you rest. Take good care of her, brother!”

Rintaro offered a nod. The both of you waited as Prince Tobio left the room in high spirits when the uncomfortable silence stretched, leaving you to scurry changing into your sleepwear in opt of avoiding your husband’s gaze. Once done, you let your hands roam over the cream pillars surrounding the edges of your king sized bed with a robin egg blue and gold palette. A golden chandelier with diamonds hung from the ceiling above the bed, the bed post textured with coral shaped indents. The same shade of blue hung from the windows. A large television right across the bed with a cream coloured cabinet lined with gold outlines—a perfect room for a man who would be sleeping by himself. Who, by the way, was already comfortably settled into the left side of the bed with his arm propped behind his head.

“Where are you headed?”

“Outside?”

“In your nightgown? Absolutely not.”

“In the drawing room, my Prince. I am not stepping out of our quarters dressed like this.”

“But it is time for bed.”

“Indeed, and I do not wish to share one with you when you and your mistress must have rolled around in it already. Good night, Your Highness,” you sent him a preppy smile, bowing deep before shutting the doors shut. A baffled Rintaro about to leave his bed the last thing you saw.

Hearing the doors close behind you, you practically crashed into the couch. You were beyond exhausted and your head still pounded from your endless crying—it was now time for a good night’s sleep. Not that it would be good, no matter how soft the cushion may be, because the palatial room did nothing but echo the loneliness residing in your heart.

Unbeknownst to you, Rintaro wouldn’t stop tossing and turning in his bed. The clock ticking got to his nerves until he was cracking open every book, tossing the television to random channels, and even swiping his fingers across the countertops to check for dust. He couldn’t sleep—not when his wife wasn’t beside him. This wasn’t how he pictured his marriage out to be; sleeping alone, with his wife intent on keeping her distance. Still, Rintaro thought, shouldn’t he be happy? You were not getting in his way. You were not particularly malicious to Iris on the way back home, or anytime after that, despite his confession that he knew wounded you. You simply ignored her existence, and now it was his turn.

Did you intend on pretending he wasn’t there too? Because Rintaro wasn’t having any of it. He would rather you hit him, scream at him, even call him a monster if it meant you looked at his way.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Rintaro walked to the doors and prepared himself to carry you back to bed when he heard it—the sounds of muffled cries and nearly inaudible whimpers.

He didn’t know why his mouth tasted sour and bitter at the same time.

Rintaro had no idea why he stepped away from the doors like what stood behind it scared him, and slowly returned to the bed. The door acted as a barrier between the two hearts who unknowingly kept themselves up and awake until the sun rose the next morning—Rintaro with a heavy chest of guilt, and your heart gradually losing the spark it once held for him.

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Viktor and Silco saying I love you to their s/o for the first time. What initiates the three magic words and where in the relationship are they at?

Viktor: You've known each other for a while. Perhaps it's even been close to a decade, and you've worked side by side on the Hex-tech together, plenty of late-nighters and lots of coffee and skipped sleep to crack the code of the crystals. At first, he saw you merely as a colleague, but as time passed and your dedication proved equal to his own, his matter-of-factness shaded into respect.

Then one day you saw him collapse in the laboratory, from overwork and general exhaustion. The gentle but unfussy way you set about helping him and calling for Jayce to get a medick was... unexpected. He's so accustomed to living in his head, blinkers on and mind on the goal, that it didn't occur to him that his well-being mattered so much to you.

Thus your relationship begins deepening. You still work long hours in the lab, but he finds himself noticing little details about you, from a different way you've done your hair in the morning, to the childhood books you mentioned enjoying, to a particular way you fix your coffee. Soon, he starts to look forward to seeing you first thing in the morning, and talking to you last thing at night. You have little inside jokes; you can catch his eye and know from a glance whether he thinks Jayce has been droning on too long during a speech, or whether that Councilor is a small-minded pig.

One day, during a late-nighter, you refill his coffee, and hand him a report that you've found particularly intriguing. He nods along, eyes skimming the report, coffee midway to his lips.

"I love you," he says, with the same soft certainty as Thank you.

Because he is thankful for you, every single day, in the lab and out of it.

You've made his life, otherwise difficult and full of pain, so much sweeter to bear.

Silco: He's not a sentimental man. He's not a kind man. He's not even a particularly good man. Love is leverage, and its exploitation is a cold generality. He's only got room for Jinx in his heart. That's already more weakness than is tolerable, but it can't be helped, because she is his, and he'll never forsake what he's laid claim to.

So his feelings for you come as a shock.

You're an ally at most, as asset at best. Your work for Zaun is invaluable, and your dedication is admirable. But he keeps his mind on the big picture, and your are just a thread in that tapestry. Yet he finds your presence at once invigorating and calming. You don't suck up his valuable time. You add to it, with the work you do for him, with the counsel you respectfully impart to him, with the hundred small ways you make sure his role as kingpin and as leader is made one iota easier. Heavy is the head that wears the metaphoric crown - and his crown of thorns pricks more than he cares to admit.

His fondness for you will deepen when you rush to share intel about a compromised mission - one where Jinx might get hurt, or worse. After the fallout is contained, and no casualties are reported, he'll summon you to his office to thank you personally for your quick thinking. He'll assume, with default cynicism, that you'd want something in return.

Your response - "To help you achieve Zaun," - will take him aback.

In private, he may begin calling you Stalwart Little Soldier. But once in a blue moon, he'd also call you Sweetheart. He's a busy man, so he won't always have time for you. But when you're together, you'll notice a smile at the corners of his mouth, a relaxation to the slant of his shoulders. He feels at ease with you. Better still, he feels like you can watch his back.

As he will watch yours.

So it should come as no surprise that when a rival gang attempts to have you killed to send the Eye of Zaun a message, his response is to have his crew blaze a bloody warpath through the streets and cut the threats down. Afterward, you find yourself lying on the couch is his office, bruised and battered but otherwise intact.

His hands are smoothing your hair; his eyes hold a pindot focus.

"Your attackers are dead," he means to say. What comes out is, "I love you."

He's as taken aback as you are. This is how your story starts - not how it ends.

#asks #arcane league of legends #arcane #arcane viktor #arcane silco #silco #viktor #viktor x reader #silco x reader

[heliosrisingheroesimagines]

Hiii! Can we get red chrysanthemums, sunflower, fennel, peony and pink camellia for gray? If that’s too much feel free to leave some out 💚

Gray Reverse:

🌻fennel: what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed the most? 

Gray’s kisses reminded you of butterflies, soft, gentle, a true blink and you’ll miss it moment as he fluttered close one second but was a million miles away in another. He seemed hesitant even when you made the first move, as if he thought you might just be teasing him and you revoke the privilege at any time. His cautious attitude fits with the rest of him but you do feel a little sad that he doesn’t take the initiative more often, hoping once you build his confidence up a bit more he’ll get a little bolder when it comes to exchanging kisses with you.

The least stressful place to be kissed is the top of his head, so Gray preferred there while he got used to being in a relationship with someone who wanted to kiss him. Not having to see your face or recognize how close you are to him certainly helped some of his nerves, but then your smell would fill his nose and he’d begin to sweat. He never knew if he was reacting the way he should or if you noticed how anxious he was, but it was never because of your own actions, more from his inexperience leading to a head full of doubts.

🌻peony: how do they get their s/o to blush? how does their s/o make them blush?

Making you blush tended to be when Gray was relaxed, gushing to you about this or that, showing you that precious smile of his that always had your heart fluttering. Seeing him trust you was overwhelming, his honesty appreciated and encouraged, though you’re at your most flustered when Jet is the one who comes out to play. He always left you speechless on Gray’s behalf, much bolder with his flirting and leaving Gray reeling over how to apologize properly to you.

Just exist within Gray’s thoughts and the man is a blushing mess. The thought of something you did a year ago would still have the power to fluster Gray, allowing him to get lost in memories of you when he needed a distraction from his anxieties. It’s embarrassing to be reactive the way he is to everything you do but the fact you call it cute (which only made his face grow hotter) made him feel a little better about how weak his heart was when it came to you.

🌻pink camellia: how do they react when their s/o is gone for a week? a month?

Thankfully, Gray being so sensitive to everything about you meant that he could get lost in memories and still feel like you were close, even when you were out of reach. You weren’t offended that the memories bring him comfort because you know Gray always wanted to make new ones, and the thought of him being sad that you were gone would have you never leaving his side again (which might not be possible with the job you have). Anything longer than a week leaves him a little restless, with Gray trying even more to throw himself into training and his hero work to keep himself distracted from worrying about you.

🌻red chrysanthemums: how long does it take for them to say ‘i love you’?

Be patient, as those three little words are a hard hurdle for Gray to jump over; he wants to scream it out after every cute thing that you do, but he doesn't want to chase you away so early in the relationship. It would mostly be his confidence issues speaking to him, telling him he doesn’t deserve to love you and expect the same sentiment to be returned. He’s forever working himself out of old habits like psyching himself out and not taking risks, knowing he had to move out of his comfort zone for the sake of your relationship. It’ll still be awhile before Gray manages to spit it out but he’ll make the moment extra special and you’ll see a side of him that you’d never seen before.

🌻sunflower: how would they confess their feelings to their crush?

Gray was working off an adrenaline rush, with Billy hyping him up to chase after his dreams and do what he felt is right in the moment. The minute Gray had you in his sights, with your full attention now on him, the temporary confidence crumbled and now he had no idea what to do. He was floundering, stuttering out excuses that make no sense, wishing he could just disappear into the floor. But now that you were looking at him expectantly he knew he had to swallow his fear and just spit it out, since Billy had promised to be there for him should anything bad happen during his confession.

#Helios Rising Heroes #Helios Rising Heroes x Reader #Helios Rising Heroes Imagines #HeliosR #Helios Rising #Helios Rising Imagines #Helios Rising x Reader #Gray Reverse #Gray Reverse x Reader #Plant Meme

[cheeriecherry]

Hi I love your writing! For the 5 sentence prompts what about Viktor dating an s/o with a lot of tattoos and piercings? SFW or NSFW <3 keep up the wonderful work

Since he’d met you, Viktor had only ever seen you wear sweaters. Sweaters, and in the summer, long-sleeved cotton turtlenecks…though perhaps those could also be considered sweaters. He never thought much of it - you weren’t breaking any academy dress codes, and even if you had been, it wasn’t any of his business. Until the days start getting warmer, and warmer, and soon the entirety of Piltover and Zaun is stuck in an uncharacteristic heatwave. Every window in every building was thrown open to catch a cross-breeze, and most of the students and staff at the academy had begun foregoing formality for function; uniforms were replaced with much lighter, flowy-er fabrics, and some classes were held outdoors.

But then there was you. Viktor had asked if you were comfortable enough wearing what you had on, and you’d said you were, but…he was growing concerned. The lab was spacious, but it wasn’t particularly airy, and even with the doors propped wide open, there wasn’t much flow in and out of the room. Both he and Jayce were reduced to melted puddles of their former selves, barely able to accomplish any work, and throwing back glasses of water like their lives depended on it. But not you. 

Viktor startles out of his thoughts when a clatter sounds behind him, and before he has a chance to fully turn around, his partner is swearing quietly and darting across the room: seconds later, he joins Jayce at your side. “What’s wrong with them?” he asks, quickly clearing off one of the lesser-used desks in the lab, where Jayce quickly lays your dazed form down. You’re mumbling quietly to yourself, only somewhat conscious and perhaps even delirious; washed out in colour, breathing quick and shallow. Viktor sets a hand on your forehead, and is shocked when the touch feels like it’s burning him. “I think they’ve got heat stroke,” he says, and quickly orders his partner to fetch a medic, “I’ll stay here and try to cool them off in the meantime.”

He feels incredibly guilty when he starts tugging at the hem of your sweater, even once he realizes you’ve got an undershirt on, but he knows it’s for your own good. Thankfully you’re regaining some of your wits, and don’t fight him, even if you do make a couple noises of complaint. He tries his best to reassure you, but you whine again, and stare up at him with hazy eyes. “M…don’ want you t’ judge me…” you slur, confusing Viktor for a few seconds. Until he finally gets a good look at your bare arms and shoulders, and everything clicks.

From your wrists up to your neck, you’re decorated in ink. Beautiful swirls and intricate details - it almost looks like an oil painting, in his opinion. “Tattoos?” he’s almost disbelieving, “Zlatíčko, you thought I would judge you for wearing art on your skin?” You whine again, and he shakes his head with a soft laugh. “My sweet, I am from the undercity, remember? You do not find a person there without- oh.” His heart sinks when he remembers where you come from: the same place as he does. The difficulties he’s had throughout the years with fitting in topside, and having to fight to get even a dust mote of respect. Your tattoos, while common in Zaun, were less so in Piltover - seen as improper, or a sign of delinquency; wearing them openly would have only reminded people of your origins. “Y/N,” he says softly, such that you barely hear him, “You are absolutely stunning; magnificent, beautiful, otherworldly - the list goes on. We can perhaps have a better conversation when you feel a little better, but the sentiment will remain the same: do not hide yourself away because you fear what judgements you might face.”

#i ended up doing sfw #pardon that it strays from the prompt #viktor is an artist in his own right so i think he'd think tattoos would be pretty #am i projecting? perhaps #last one for the night i think tho #i am back from work and i am WIPED TF OUT #five somethings prompts #viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #make sure to stay hydrated and sit somewhere shady when its hot out! #and wear sunscreen and a hat #otherwise your head WILL become a baked potato

[readyforthegarden]

Home for the Holidays - D.R.W.

Synopsis: Spending the holiday season with the Wagners, and including them in your own holiday traditions.

WC: 2448

A/N: In honor of the first night of Hanukkah being this weekend, here is some holiday magic, I hope you like it and if I got anything wrong you can punch my lights out!!!

Josh's Holiday Fic // Sam's Holiday Fic // Jake’s Holiday Fic

From the moment you and Danny arrived in Michigan, you were inundated with holiday magic. His parents picked the two of you up from the airport, giddily hugging you and their son, and taking you both to get your luggage, Lori, his mom, already listing off all the things she was excited to tell you both about and do with you while home for the season.

The only problem...you didn't exactly celebrate Christmas. Well, you didn't celebrate it in any way. Being Jewish, it was kind of frowned upon to celebrate the birth of a messiah you didn't recognize. This was your first Christmas season ever, sort of celebrating, and like the movies and tv specials, it all seemed overwhelming as Lori and Daniel Sr prattled on about the events around town and with family. You had planned to participate as much as possible, given how excited Danny was to share Christmas together, but a small twinge of homesickness for your own traditions thrummed in your heart. Considering Hanukkah and Christmas overlapped this year, your visit wouldn't be over in time for you to spend time with your own family.

You watched the lights on all the houses flicker past the car window as you listened to Danny talk about the work he and the band have been doing, what some friends have been up to and whatnot. More and more, you wondered if your aunt was making her latkes tonight, always extra crisp. Your mouth began to water at the memory of dunking yours into a dollop of sour cream, savoring the morsel as the fried potatoes crunched between your teeth.

"I think that would be fun don't you, hun?" your were snapped from your thoughts as Danny nudged your elbow in the backseat, giving you a look. "Taking a walk downtown tomorrow night and getting some cocoa, seeing the decorations and doing some shopping?"

"Oh, yeah, that sounds wonderful." you smiled, thanking him silently. When the car pulled in the drive, Lori took your hand in hers, squeezing it gently and giving you a wide, sincere smile before pulling you along inside the house, leaving the men to the luggage.

"I know that you don't celebrate Christmas," she began, unlocking the door and ushering you inside. "And I also know that tonight is the first night of Hanukkah."

"It is, yeah." you gave her a soft smile. As you took off your shoes and coat, she did the same, telling you she had something to show you. Once you were both suitable for inside, she took your hand again, and lead you to the living room. The room was decorated beautifully. The tree was light with pure white lights, twinkling against ornaments of gold and red, with some heirloom and sentimental ones sprinkled in. The couch had a red and green plaid throw and matching pillows on it, and the mantle was draped with a festive lighted garland. However, in the very middle of the mantle, was a beautiful menorah.

"I don't want you to feel like we're forcing you to only celebrate Christmas with us. We want to celebrate Hanukkah with you, too." Lori murmured, a smile on her face. "If that's okay, that is." you looked over to Lori, teary-eyed at the big heartedness of the gesture. It would be so easy, and for a lot of people, it was, to glaze over your holiday and focus on their own.

"This is so kind, Lori." you grinned. "I'd love to celebrate Hanukkah with you." Lori clapped her hands excitedly.

"Perfect! Because I already have a recipe started for some apricot and walnut rugelach that I thought we could make together during the Christmas cookie baking, and I found some dreidels and we can play-Oh! I don't know if the chocolate gelt coins have come in yet, I ordered them a few days ago on amazon..."

"Lori, the menorah was enough, really." you leaned over and hugged her. "But I won't say no to some rugelach." Lori squeezed you back tightly, her enthusiasm contagious.

"Hey, I didn't get a hug like that yet!" Danny walked into the living room, a goofy grin on his face as you and his mom parted from the hug. "The menorah was my idea."

"Oh it was, was it?" you smirked, moving to wrap your arms around his waist. "Well thank you too." you hugged him and he kissed the top of your head as Lori exited, saying something about getting dinner started, and shooing you away as you offered to help. Danny instead plopped himself on the family couch, patting the spot next to him as he flipped on the television.

After dinner Danny got up to clear the table, and Lori found the package of gelt coins and dreidel, setting them in the center of the table. You explained the rules of the game as Danny's father passed out the gelt evenly; Nun is highest, then Gimmel, Hey, and Shin.

"Okay, so we go around clockwise in rounds, and at the beginning of every turn, we all put a coin into the pot." you explained, holding up one of the gold foil covered chocolates. "Each player spins the dreidel once during their turn. Depending on which side is facing up when the dreidel stops spinning, the player either gives or takes game pieces from the pot."

You explained what the symbols on each side of the dreidel meant: If נ/Nun is facing up, the player does nothing. The person to the left spins. If you landed on ג/Gimmel, you get to take the jackpot. Then, everyone, including the spinner, puts another coin into the pot, and the person to the left spins. Landing on ה/Hey, the player gets half of the pieces in the pot, and landing on ש/Shin, you now have to put another unit into the pot.

"Are we ready?" you asked, looking at the Wagners. Everyone nodded and Danny started, landing on Shin immediately. It did not take long for the game to get competitive, and the four of you were all hoping to get the jackpot and for the others' to lose their turn or add more gelt to the pile in the middle of the table. After a few hours, Lori and Danny had accumulated the most gelt, and decided to end on a high note, promising to play again tomorrow when Josie was home. Lori went to the living room and brought in the menorah, setting it in the middle of the table and picking up the ninth candle that was sat in the middle.

"I thought there were only eight nights of Hanukkah?" she questioned as you took the candle, taking the lighter Daniel Sr. offered and lighting it.

"There is. This is called a shammash. It's like a helper candle to light the others. The Wagners gathered around you as you stood at the table, the golden menorah shining with the christmas lights flooding in behind it as Lori turned off the dining room lights. "There are a few blessings to recite, the first one is blessing the candles, the second is a way of giving thanks for the miracle of the oil that was only supposed to last for one night, lasting for eight instead, and in a way, the triumph of light over darkness. We recite them as we light the candles each night."

"Then for tonight, there's another blessing, that marks the beginning of the joyous season and occasions in life." you smiled as the Wagners nodded their heads. "Usually my dad leads the prayers, and my Hebrew is a little rusty, so bear with me." you recited the three prayers as you light the shammash, and the first candle. You smiled to yourself hearing Lori whisper a soft "Amen" when you were done.

The rest of your visit was filled with holiday fun. It had snowed on your third day, and Danny bundled you up appropriately for a Michigan winter and dragged you outside to make a snowman, and then once completed, he started a snowball fight, which he lost near immediately. Trips to the downtown to see all the lights, dip into the local wine bar and nibble on charcuterie, and top off the night with a steaming cup of rich hot cocoa and walking hand-in-hand.

Every night, the Wagners gathered around the menorah with you, and you'd noticed they'd started to try and pick up the blessings you recited as you light the candles, making your cheeks heat up from the warm feeling in your heart. You started enjoying the small christmas specials on the tv that the family would sit all together and watch before bed, the cozy feeling of the family unit being together filling you with a warmth even further.

The sixth night of Hanukkah fell on Christmas Eve, and you decided to get up early, and make your own effort to combine the holidays. You snuck out in a uber, going to the local bakery and picking up a dozen jelly filled donuts. You were able to sneak back in the house without suspicion, or at least, you thought you were.

Daniel Sr was standing at the kitchen sink, sipping a cup of coffee, and sending you a knowing look.

"You could've taken the car, you know." he smiled at you, and you grimaced good naturedly as you set the box on the counter.

"I didn't want to impose." you replied softly. "I wanted to do something nice, since you've all been so kind and including me and my traditions."

"We love you, and we want to celebrate with you, no thanks is necessary." Daniel Sr answered. "However, those do smell incredible." you popped open the lid and slid the box towards him. "Ooh, jelly-filled, my favorite."

"During Hanukkah, we make or get some and they're called sufganiyot." you explained. "They're really pillowy and delicious, and I thought it'd be a nice treat." Daniel Sr was already halfway through the raspberry jam filled one in his hand, humming in appreciation. You felt hands on your waist and jumped, turning slightly to see Danny behind you, sleepily looking over your shoulder into the box.

"Ooh, donuts." he reached over you and grabbed one, immediately biting into it and humming much like his own father did, getting powdered sugar all over his lips and chin. In a split second, the sugar was now on your face, Danny having pressed a sticky sweet kiss to your cheek as he moved around you to grab a cup of coffee. Lori and Josie filtered in too, and excitedly joined in on the breakfast treats with you all, sipping on coffee and sleepily discussing the exciting holiday plans.

After breakfast, everyone got ready, and it was officially cookie making time while Danny and his father did some last minute present wrapping. Lori excited draped an apron around you, telling you she was so excited to bake with you, and she got you your own apron, embroidered with your first name. You ran your fingers over the cursive thread, grinning. You, Josie and Lori began making the rugelach first, knowing the dough had to be refrigerated for at least an hour. In that time, you helped make the christmas cookies, and giggled when Lori brought out a dreidel shaped cookie cutter, claiming it was the only one she could find, but there were plenty of stars too, and that she'd love to decorate Hanukkah cookies too.

The day in the kitchen was filled with laughs and giggles, and sneaky taste tests of the treats the three of you made and decorated, and you were nearly falling asleep at the dinner table from all the fun and dancing around each other. After dinner and the lighting of the menorah, you all retired into the living room.

"Okay, so on Christmas Eve in this family, we get to open one present before the big day." Daniel Sr explained, holding an armful of cheerfully wrapped gifts. Lori handed them out and you moved from your position on the couch, snuggled into Danny's warm body, the cozy sweater he was wearing lulling you into another sleep-like state. You sat up and ran your hand over the snowflake wrapping paper, smiling as you waited for the okay to open, and tore through the paper when it was time. Inside was a cream colored cashmere sweater, a cable-knit design on the front. It was simply, but gorgeous. You looked over to Danny, who had opened a new gaming controller, but was admiring your sweater with you, pinching the soft material between his fingers. Lori placed a hand on your shoulder and you directed your attention to her.

"Danny is always wearing his dad's sweaters," she smiled as she explained. "I thought you could use one of mine and match."

"That's so sweet." you grinned, leaning over to hug her. "You didn't have to give me one of your sweaters, this one is really nice."

"I want you to have it, dear." she smiled. "Now, we should all get to bed. Santa is coming soon, and we don't want him to skip us because we were staying up too late!"

"Mom, come on." Danny chuckled with a roll of his eyes.

"Hey, you better listen to her." you sided with Lori. "This is my first Christmas, and I don't want Santa to skip me because you were naughty."

"I'll show you naughty." Danny muttered just loud enough you could hear before getting up and helping you up from the couch. You both helped clean up the wrapping paper mess and scurried away to bed, changing into the matching pajamas the Wagner family had picked out this year, and snuggling in.

"Thank you," you whispered as Danny wrapped his arms around you and tucked you into his front. "For everything. This has been amazing. Your family is amazing."

"You don't have to thank me, or them." he replied softly. "We all love you. We want to share with you, and include you. And you're including us and teaching us. We're a family, and that's what we do."

"It's amazing." you said softly, squeezing the hands that clasped together on your stomach. Danny pressed a kiss to the back of your neck as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. "Your dad asked if we could make latkes for Christmas dinner tomorrow."

"Mmm, those sound good." you could tell Danny was already starting to fall asleep, so you snuggled back into him and got comfortable, letting sleep begin to take ahold of you as well.

"Merry Christmas, Danny."

"Happy Hanukkah, darling."

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[jawllines]

OLIVE THAT WAS SO FUCKING HOT AND CUTE AND SWEET AND THE WHOLE BILL SCENE WAS SO GOOD I LITERALLY SAT UP SO FAST WHEN I GOT TO THAT PART<<3333

can i start off with the part when he’s reminding her of little her crying while patching him up and then her crying again at the end while patching him again oh my god sobbbing i love them sm

“Harry, like he always does, realizes the shift in her mood almost immediately. He makes a sound in his throat, fond and knowing before he abandons the dishes, drying his hand haphazardly on his thigh. Without hesitation, he bends down, places a hand on the side of her head, and guides her temple to his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss there. Y/N whines but melts into him all the same.

“Silly thing,” he murmured, “Don’t look so sad.” i’m so soft :( my favorite part i think :((((((

also how sentimental and vulnerable she lets herself be the entire time is making me so soft waaahhh

THEY ARE SOOO KISSY AND HES SO KISSY KISSING HER CHEEKS AND HER HEAD !! HER KISSING HIS WRIST AND HIS PALM AND GETTING BITEY ON HIM WHEN HE STARTS TO TEASE HER oh my godddd

baby baby baby baby babyyy i love when he calls her that i don’t know if i just realized it or if you recently started using it more but i’m obsessed with how much all of your harry’s use it

the part where he asked her about getting into the wine :( and him just kissing her when she goes all ramble-y explaining herself <33

“Do you even know how to suck cock, baby, or do you need my help?” It’s another tease, only this time Y/N lowers to her knees and bites his side, “Ah!” HE IS SOOOOOO

“And not a lot of people look pretty during a blowie babe, me included.”

“This causes Y/N’s mind whirls around in circles because A. She can’t imagine Harry not looking pretty doing anything, because he’s always been so gorgeous, and B. The thought of Harry with his mouth full sends a shiver down her spine in the best way. He was probably so irritatingly good at it too, how he’s good at everything.” YOU are so sick. the images in my head right now

the entire time he has her bent over the counter?? i want him so bad :O

“What is this? You don’t want to look at my sweet, shining face?” “C’mon!” “Sorry,” he murmured, “I only fuck people who let me see their pretty faces.”

GODDDDDDDDDD

THE ENTIRE BILL SCENE HAD ME SPIRALING SO BAD OMFGGGG THE WAY MY HEART WAS BEATING WHEN SHE WAS LITERALLY PRYING HIS HAND OPEN TO MAKE HIM DROP THE POCKET KNIFE AND UGH THE THOUGHT OF HARRY KNOCKED OUT ON THE FLOOR…. ALICE AND BILL 2 HARRY 1 LMFAOOOOOOOO LIKE BABE STAND UPPPPP

“This? Just a scratch, baby,” he winks at her, though he looks a little woozy, “It’ll stop bleeding here soon.” literally kicking my feet back and forth giggling

“If he didn’t know that his side hurt from the cut along his skin, he’d assume it was his ribs shifting to make way for his heart, swollen and full.” oh my god you’re joking </333

“I’d reckon I’m sweet enough to deal with the sweet tooth if you just kiss me a few times.” Harry flirted – he gets cheesier the more she allows it, but for some unknown reason, they still make her heart flutter. I LOVE HIM SO BAD

god i love them so bad and i’m so happy. them cuddling with the kitties and her little shop!!!!!! oh my god they are so cute

I'M SO SAD IT'S OVER BUT I'M SO EXCITED FOR FUTURE PATREON CHECK INS OLIVE YOU ARE SO SO SOO CUTE AND I LOVE YOUR BRAIN AND I'M JUST SO HAPPY I GET TO READ THESE. GENUINELY MY FAVORITE WRITERS EVER AND I KNOW THERE'S MANY TALENTED WRITERS BUT YOU ARE JUST- YOU ARE ONE OF A KIND I LOVE YOU SOSOSOSO MUCH (ALSO I REALIZED I DIDN'T DO THIS WITH THE LAST PART BUT OH MY GOD WAS SHE SO GOOD AND COUPLE-Y AND DOMESTIC AND SOFT AND THE SEXY SCENE WAS SO YUMMY) AHHHHH THIS IS SO LONG BYE ILYSM 🫒🤍

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IM SO OBSESSED WITH YOU THANK YOU BEAUTIFUL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

#submission

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 9 -- The King

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 9 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Lingerie with The King x F! Six

I just... I made myself fall in love with The King with this, so I hope it does the same for you. 😅 I need him in my life, omg. This might be sorta self-indulgent, but I cannot bring myself to apologize for that.

I hope y'all enjoy :)

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Includes: Lingerie, romance, touching, body worship, misunderstandings, uncharacteristic awkwardness, sweet nothings, song lyrics, love, undressing, vaginal sex, "thank you" sex, self esteem issues, riding, kissing everywhere.

(Also, just a note, I hid a LOT of Elvis song titles and lyrics in this work [and all the works with The King tbh] so if you want, let me know how many you can find!😁 )

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“Geeze, baby, thought it was supposed to be me thankin’ you.” 

The King’s head shook in disbelief as Six’s skin-tight cocktail dress pooled at her ankles, leaving her bare before him. Bare, but for the baby blue lingerie adorning her womanly features. He cleared his throat to mask the groan of desire that tried to leave him involuntarily. 

That wouldn’t be very gentleman-like, now would it? 

He swallowed hard, a warmth setting over his skin as Six’s earnest gaze met his. 

Gotta be respectful of her. 

It was something he took remarkably seriously. In a world such as theirs, where respect was hardly given, even when it was most definitely earned, he wanted him and his own to be the exception. The King was a gentleman, they said. Looked out for the little guy, cared for and respected the women in his life, advocated for peace and fairness. It all seemed frilly in the harshness of the wasteland, but that’s why they had to do it. Lord knows Freeside could do with a bit more fluff, and New Vegas? Well, that whole town could use whole heaps of humility and respect. 

Six seemed to be one of the only ones to share that sentiment of his though, and that fact might just make him soft for her. 

“You don’t gotta do this, baby, if you don’t want to, you know? It could jus’ be dinner, jus’ talkin’, jus’ this one night. Nothing you don’t wanna do.” 

She didn’t say anything, but Six’s eyebrows drew upwards in an expression of… uncertainty? No, it wasn’t quite that… 

The King’s eyes widened as hers looked away, a flush beyond the excitement of vulnerability touching her face, tinged with embarrassment instead of the emotions he knew they both preferred. 

There’s hurt in those diamond eyes, sparklin’ pretty and sad. It hurts me to see it just as much. 

“O-oh.” She finally stammered out, passed those glistening gumdrop lips, “I just– Maybe I misread something, I–” 

“Oh, Six, honey… No.” King stood up from the bed, the vibrant mattress creaking in his haste as he took a couple rapid steps forward, hands reaching to clasp at one of hers before she could turn away from him, turn away and walk out that door. 

“That ain’t it, sweetheart. Ain’t it in the slightest.” His fingers stroked over her hands, his face burning with his own embarrassment.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. He’s The King. He’s suave and considerate, he’s confident, yet humble, he’s a heartthrob with a heart of gold, debonair with care. This awkwardness? The insensitivity? The stuttering and uncertainty? That wasn’t The King, but it sure as heck was him in this moment. 

“I’m sorry for makin’ ya feel like this. You’re a real knockout, baby, turns out I-I just don’t know how to act around you, is all. Truth is…” 

The King bit into his lip, eyes darting away from their shared contact with Six’s as she looked at him with raised brows. 

“The truth is, I want you. I need you.” His voice was firmer with those words than it had been all night.

If I’m gonna tell her the truth, I need her to believe it. 

“I just didn’t want to scare you away, is all. But that’s almost just what happened, huh?” 

Six nodded to him, a shy grin stealing her lips before he could make any claim on them. 

If I can dream, I’ll dream of seeing that sweet smile again. Again, when she’s like this, her hand in mine, in this hushed light, the baby blue garments hugging her soft skin.  

“I need your love tonight.” He heard himself whisper, “If you let me, I’ll make all this up to you. I’ll thank you. The way you need thankin’.”

The King's lips were a breath from hers, she could already taste the sweetness of him. The sweetness of the nuka cola she knew he loved, the smokiness of the habit he’d picked up from his boys. Six couldn't find her voice with all his closeness, so all she did was nod. 

King smiled. 

That’s enough for me. 

He swooped forward, pressing his lips to hers and caressing her body, holding it to his as he sang praises through his tender touch. He tried to be respectful, to take his time, but he’d been waiting for this moment all night. All day. From the moment he met her, he saw her doing good, he saw that honesty in her pleasant expression. Something so simple, but so unheard of in a world like this one. So intriguing and refreshing and alluring, so what he desired in a person, what he’d never before found. 

Until this moment. 

The King dipped her, his hands firmly at Six’s bare waist as he swung her around until she pressed to the bed, falling to the plush cushions, breathless at his whimsical manhandling, at the pressure his lips maintained all throughout the movement. 

She knew The King wouldn’t be for the faint of heart, that being with him, caring for him as she wished she didn’t, that it would be wild, violently tender, aggressively romantic and overwhelming, and his kiss only confirmed that. 

“Darling, you are so beautiful. Just… the wonder of you.” His fingers trailed over the delicate fabric draping off the straps of her bra as they blazed a trail down to the lacey cups. Their touch was a whisper of praise in the softest voice, reverent and respectful, but exploring. Like a gentle tide lapping at a moonlit shoreline, prodding before receding, politely but relentlessly asking to cover more ground. 

Six’s hands lifted to join his, permitting him to take as much as she could offer. She reached for the clasp, undoing it while his eyes shone with that wonder he’d spoken of. 

This has to be for show. Six’s mind forced herself to consider, as her heart leapt in her chest. He’s seen more than his fair share of women like me… It’s just this persona he feels he has to keep up. 

But it was hard to believe her own thoughts with the way he was looking at her. If his fingers were singing praises, his eyes were shouting them from the rooftops, belting like an opera singer in an amphitheater. 

His lips followed the lead of his eyes, meeting hers briefly, amplifying the heated blush she felt building over her skin at her bareness beneath him, the friction of his dress shirt over her, of the bulge she felt press briefly to her thigh, before he pulled away again. She was left wanting, her lips following his receding contact as he left her, before relenting as he set his sights elsewhere. 

A shiver ran up Six’s spine at the feel of his mouth against her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone. His stubble brushed over her, prickly and pleasant as it stirred goosebumps to rise over her skin. 

“King.” She whispered, finding her voice. 

“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”  His voice was muffled by her skin. 

“I don’t want you to thank me.” She breathed out, her voice bordering on shaky. “I want… I only want this if you do. I…”

King raised his head, his ocean-blue eyes nearly succumbing her with their earnestness. 

There’s no way this can be an act. I know he’s good. I know he’s been impersonating a dead man for years, but… He can’t be this good. 

She took a deep breath as he held his. 

“I want you to want me. To love me, for me. Not for what I’ve done, not because you feel like you have to.” 

“Darlin’…” He shook his head, disbelieving. “Anyone could fall in love with you. But lemme tell you something. No one will ever do it as spectacularly as I will. Starting tonight.” 

Six shuddered and failed to recover from his words as his actions sent lightning through her veins. He ravished her chest with his lips, pressing them above her heart as if he could reach it that way and bury himself in her deepest affections. His hands caressed her body as his mouth devoured it, hot, wet lips pressing over the sensitive skin of her breasts as his hands stroked over her sides, sending shivers of bliss through her body.

Six’s head fell back against the plush pillows of his ridiculous heart-shaped bed, lounging like a queen while writhing like a woman of the night beneath his attentions. The King hummed into her skin, groaning at the taste and feel of her, his chest burning with satisfaction at the wetness that he found seeping from her periwinkle panties as his hand trailed down to her center. Her stomach clenched, but her legs spread wider to let him bury his hand further between their bodies. 

He trailed his tongue up the center of her chest as though she were a meal to be savored, stopping only to ravish one of her nipples as his fingers began to stroke over the lace fabric covering her heat. 

The friction of the rough fabric felt delicious over her skin, the holes and frills of the garment dragging over her most sensitive bits with each stroke of his fingers. She felt him grin against her as she released a breathy moan. 

“Now that, baby…” He groaned against her chest, “That sound right there is prettier than any song I ever heard.” 

His fingers resumed their good work over her, another kiss warming her skin as her breath caught in her throat. 

“Do it again for me, will ya?” The pressure over her sensitive bud increased, his fingers drawing tight circles over her until she felt her hips writhing beneath his touch. “I’ll beg ya, if that’s what I need to do.” 

She felt a brief pain in her breast as he nipped at her teasingly, leaving a bright mark in his wake, even as he spilled his reverence to her flawlessness. 

“Darlin’, you don’t make another sound like that, and I may just keel over an’ die. Don’t make me turn blue like that, baby.” 

She released an involuntary chuckle at the theatrics of the man ravishing her, and he looked up quickly with furrowed brows. 

“You’re shakin’ like a leaf on a tree up there, what’s goin’ on? I do somethin’ spazzy, or what?” 

Despite herself, the laughter only rebounded, tightening her gut and causing a smile to overtake her features as his words continued with their absurdity. 

“I gotta know, Six, sweetie pie. C’mon” His hand stilled over her crotch, the other stroking over her side encouragingly as he placed a kiss to the flat of her chest, his eyes pleading like a lost hound dog. 

“You just… How can you mean it? You have to– I mean… You say stuff like this to everyone you’re with, I’m sure, but…” 

The King raised his dark brows high on his head as she looked away. 

His hand was on her chin in the next moment, drawing her gaze back to meet his. A blue-gray storm swimming with sincerity that had to be genuine, whether she believed it or not. 

“Is it so strange?” His voice was quiet, the question, honest. “You don’t have to say you love me, but Six, baby, I love you so. I have since the day I met you, and I mean every word.” 

His hand held her chin in place as she threatened to shake her head in disbelief. 

“Now, lemme show you. Like I’ve never shown no one else.” 

The King’s lips pressed to hers softly, the taste of them lingering even as he pulled away and kissed down her body. 

I never thought my lips would be jealous of my chest. She thought, as his attentions drew further downwards. 

He was warm and soft against the skin of her breasts, both hands working over different pressure points on her body, one squeezing at the breast his mouth was neglecting, while the other continued to use the rough lace of her panties against her.

Or… to his advantage? Perhaps that was the better way to phrase it. 

His fingers at her sex grew wet with her arousal, and as those delectable gasps began to spill from her throat again, The King could no longer ignore his own building need searing in his trousers. 

“Baby, don’t think any less of me.” 

He tore his lips from her chest reluctantly, the skin speckled with multi-colored marks that made his arousal burn all the hotter, even as an apology built itself in his mind. 

“Hmm?” 

Sole’s eyes were hazy, her pupils dark with desire. She paid not a single thought to the marks upon her skin, only aware of the delicious press of his hand over her pussy, and the reflected desire in his eyes as he stared into her. 

“I’m gonna make a request of ya, an’ I need you to answer truthfully, ya hear?” He pulled his fingers away from the wetness soaking her panties, his hand opting to settle at her hip as she blinked back into herself, if only briefly, at the loss of his attentions. 

“I want you… I want you with me.” He stuttered, lost in that foggy look upon her angel face. “Let me love you tender, my sweet.” 

Her nod was instantaneous, undebatable, and The King smiled broadly as he brushed a hair from her face with a gentle hand. 

“Please.” She said simply, her trembling body and wanton eyes speaking more volumes than any one voice could. 

He didn’t need any more than that, and in the next moment, the pair were flipped. The King settled himself back on the bed, sitting with his legs off the edge, as he guided her gently to straddle his lap. 

His hands worked over his belt, and hers reached out, he thought to help him, but they deviated at the last second. She made a move to rise off of him, to pull her panties off and toss them aside, but his hands at her wrists stopped her. 

“Leave it, baby.” 

Her eyebrows scrunched curiously. 

“Leave ‘em on.” He insisted, his hands squeezing at hers before he released them, returning to his belt and trousers. “I wish you could see how pretty you look. Like an angel sent straight from the pearly gates with the clouds and sky as your garments. I do so love this blue on you.” 

The bed rocked slightly as Six giggled in his lap, and The King smiled right along with her, even as he released his hardened member from the confines of his trousers. 

His partner’s giggling ceased as her eyes caught on his nudeness. She reached out a hand, and he pulled his own away, setting one to her hip while the other brushed away the still-hanging fabric of her bra from where it dangled from her shoulders by the straps. 

He sucked in a hiss as her fingers met the tip of his cock and she gave an experimental brush down the length of his shaft. 

She wrapped her hand around him, more certain with her movement this time, and gave a few exhilarating pumps over his length before she began to lift her hips. 

“Hold on.” He whispered. 

He pushed forward, capturing her in another all-consuming, all-telling kiss that left her mind fluttering like the wings of a thousand butterflies. 

His lips stayed on hers as his hands helped her rise over his lap, guiding the head of his cock to her clothed entrance, and pulling her pretty panties aside so he could slip inside. She shimmied her hips as he guided her down, burying himself in her heat one slow inch at a time. 

Six groaned against his lips, and he felt himself throb at the sound, at the feel. 

“Divine.” He groaned the word against her as her arms settled around his shoulders and he pulled back to take in the sight of her pressed down on him, of him buried inside her. 

Didn't think I’d be this lucky… 

“Like an angel on earth.” King’s hands trailed up her sides lovingly, and he felt her insides squeeze around him as his fingers grazed over her breasts. 

“Mmh.” He bit down on his lip at the gripping feel of her, “Could you do that again for me, sweetness? Loveliest thing I’ve ever felt.” 

She wanted to scoff at his dramatized reaction to her, but all she could do was oblige him as a voice in her head resembling his told her to just let go and believe him. Whether it was an act or not, he didn’t seem to think it was, and that was good enough for her. 

Six reveled in the feel of his deep breath spilling over her shoulder as her walls gripped him tightly. Hungry for more, more friction, more of the sounds he was making, more of the praise he gave so willingly, Six raised her hips until she was half off of him, before dropping back down. Twin gasps escaped the pair at the feel of his length dragging along her walls, and she began to set a pace upon him, grinding her hips experimentally before rising and falling in an exploratory rhythm that left The King guessing. 

His hands gripped her hips, fingers stroking over the fabric of her panties, feeling the friction of the lace below his fingertips, pleating her soft skin below the garment. 

Six moved faster as she grew slicker, easing his movement within her until she was rising nearly all the way off him, with nothing but his tip still inside her, and dropping until her ass was flush with his thighs. 

A lewd wet sound and the slapping of skin filled the quiet midnight air, disturbed only by their gasps and moans as The King's hands explored her body, as she closed her eyes and clung to him and her hips rose and fell. 

Her pace stuttered as King’s thumb pressed to her clit, moving her panties aside to rub firmly until she couldn’t keep pace over him any longer. 

The King pulled her into his chest with his free hand, scooting backwards on the bed and laying back until she was fully on top of him. Six made no complaint, only clung harder to his shoulders and whimpered into his shoulder at the feeling of his movement below her, in her as they shifted on the rose-colored mattress. He planted his feet beneath him, thrusting up into her even as his fingers circled hard over her swollen clit. 

Another blissful noise escaped her, and The King gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the way it made him throb within her. 

Always a gentleman. No exceptions. 

He pulsed his hips up into her, focusing on the way she was clenching at him periodically, gauging her closeness to her release, and refusing to relent until she was well past that precipice. 

“C’mon, baby.” He whispered, voice low and gruff as he drove his cock into her, vying for that spot that would make her see more lights behind her eyelids than there was in the New Vegas skyline. 

He felt her stomach clench and heard her breath catch as he angled his hips, hitting his mark. Despite his gritted teeth, The King grinned at the sound of her, even as he held off his own orgasm in favor of hers. 

“Let yourself go.” He panted into her ear as he felt her clench again, and with another stab of his hips and circle over her clit, she was gasping over him. 

His mesmerized gaze glued to her glorious face as she was overcome with bliss, eyes rolling back in her head, bottom lip pale beneath her clenching teeth, hair tousled brilliantly, chest shuttering with overwhelming bliss. He was thankful for the way time seemed to slow, prolonging his heavenly vision of the woman in his embrace, drawing out the pleasure she was imbuing him with at the sight of her, the feel of her, the way she beckoned him towards his own cataclysmic precipice. 

He couldn’t ignore it. Couldn’t feel past her frantic gripping of him, her searing warmth, the burning love he felt permeating from her skin and heard spilling from her lips in garbled moans. 

The King gripped at her hips firmly, lifting her off his lap and pulling out just as he felt his cock pulse for the final time, spilling his release onto her stomach and hip, the white catching at the delicate blue of her damn-near tarnished underwear. 

His arms began to give out as his hips canted against the mattress, and she managed to sit back on his thighs of her own accord as he rode out the last remainder of his high from beneath her. 

Six’s hand took hold of his pulsing member as it gave the last few spurts of his seed out over his own stomach. She stroked over him, wringing the last bits of his release before she felt him begin to soften in her hand. 

She released him with one final squeeze, and he groaned at the feeling, his body tensing again at his sensitivity. 

“That, angel,” He panted out, “That was the stuff dreams are made of.” 

A breath left her, the sound bordering on another humored scoff, as she settled at The King’s side. 

He turned to face her, met with a grin that made his heart beat faster in his chest. 

I want to see that face every day and night until the end of time.  

“You’re the stuff of dreams, King.” She shook her head as she looked at the ceiling, her chest still heaving with deep breaths. 

“Aw shucks, sweetie. I ain’t half this without you.” 

She rolled her eyes at that, but despite herself, despite etiquette, or reason, or anything else, she couldn’t bring herself to think him a liar. And despite it all, she scooted closer and wrapped an arm around The King’s waist, settling her head against his shoulder. His hand stroked lightly over her arm. 

“Oh, an’ one more thing, before you go snoozin’ on me, gorgeous.” 

“Hmm?” Her eyebrows scrunched over the closed lids. 

“Thank you. Very much.” He emphasized the words, a cheeky grin spread over his lips as they left him.

She let out a few tired chuckles of her own, her sweet smile persisting as she curled further into his side and began to drift off into dreamland.

#fallout #fallout companions #fallout npcs #fallout character #fallout new vegas #fallout new vegas companions #fonv #fnv companions #fnv npcs #the king fonv #the king fallout #courier six #f!six #the king x f!courier six #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #dwd.nsfw

[peach-cream-enmu-archive]

Enmus reaction to receiving some unfortunate slayer's heart as a gift from his demon s/o?

Tw: semi graphic eating of a human heart

He blinks at you as you hold out your hands, soft, covered in blood, and dare he say trembling slightly. You think he may be unimpressed until his eyes soften and that dazed smile crawls upon his lips, one hand comes up to rest on the heart while the other encircles your waist and pulls you tight to his body.

He leans down and nudges your cute nose with his before kissing you passionately. A breathy giggle fans over your lips as he takes the heart and brings it just below where your lips touch.

He knows demons aren’t much for sentiment, but you have always been an exception to that norm. Maybe because you’re a younger demon, several hundred years younger than him, or maybe you’ll always be this way. Nevertheless, he adores how eager you are for domestic actions. Well, as domestic as a demon can get.

“Thank you my love, but I couldn’t possibly take this all for myself. Please, have the first bite~”

Your eyes look up at him so prettily as your lips part and your fangs sink into the meat so slowly. Once pierced, you release it and begin sucking blood from the tender flesh of love, hand coming up to hold his. His cheeks flush an ever growing red as he bites into it with you, feeling the weight of it tremble as you moan at the taste.

Enmu watches you grip flesh between your teeth and pull away slowly, tearing it from the mass, the sound of which has his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. You suck the juices from it before chewing and savoring the tenderness before swallowing. He’s so enamored by you he can only sluggishly do the same.

You love to eat, still at that stage where one bite becomes two, then two more, and so on, until nothing is left but the pieces unfit for consumption, and he gleefully lets you have your fill, taking the occasional bite himself.

He sweeps up a stray drip of blood trailing to your chin with his thumb, gently painting your bottom lip with it. He admires how the crimson shines in the light of the train car.

#enmu x reader #demon slayer x reader #sugar coated cream #i #love writing soft enmu #again I specialize in dark content but this shit make my heart flutter I love it so much #cream slayer

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Here's some more angst for ya 😌

S/O was in an accident and Rogue thought they had died, turns out S/O survived but have no memories of them or what happened. Your picks 😘

(Is this the general plot of my angst fic? Yes. Yes it is. Ehehehehehehehe)

Time takes all things...even memories.

You had slept for a long time. Forgetting a little bit more every minute. Now you were strangers again but a stranger with memories that only the Rogues had. You looked at him with empty eyes, he was a stranger to you once more. You looked at him like you hadn't given him the world. The truth was that to him, you had died in that accident. To him you were nothing but a ghost. You had no recollection of him or your life before. You weren't even the same person you were from before. Even your name didn't hold the same meaning it had before. You were different and only now could he really bare that perhaps that's okay.

The Riddler: When this all started, he wished you had died. Stupidly, he thought it would hurt less. That mourning your loss, had you have died would be so much easier than knowing you were alive with no knowledge of the life the two of you had together. To him, that was worth than your death. It was selfish but true. It didnt feel possible that one day he'd be able to feel relief that even if you wouldnt end up with him, youd be alive and that meant one day you could be happy. Even if it wasnt with him. You had no idea what you lost and that hurt him. It hurt that you didn't even know what you had lost. You had the greatest man in Gotham and now had nothing to show for it. If anyone could create a big speech, it was the Riddler. If the world had the time, he would talk about every little moment the two of you had. It wasn't as though they didn't hold meaning. Those moments meant everything to him. There was a lack of point. There was no point in telling you all the things Edward held dear to his heart. All of which involving you in one way or another. There was no point in telling you those memories or feelings. You couldn't remember them. In the end, there was nothing left to say. For a man who needed to be loved, this was cruel. For fate to decide he'd love you but that you, in the end, couldn't do the same. It grew anger that he didn't think he'd ever be able to subside. Yet he couldn't be angry with you. Not for one moment. You looked at him like a stranger, fearful and distant as you shivered in the cold rain. He couldn't feel it, not yet. Not when he was flooded with warmth upon seeing you. His sadness was ever present but for that brief moment he could utter words of what resounded to him as defeat. If anyone knew the Riddler- he could never admit defeat. He cupped your chin, tilting to towards him as he always did. "Know that you're loved." Just as quickly, he released you and walked away. He walked quickly- he had to. It was too painful otherwise.

Scarecrow: "Thank you for timing my arrest so perfectly." Jonathan turned to Batman who didn't respond but Jonathan knew. The delay was Batman and entirely on purpose. Just so he could cross paths with you in the hospital. "You...you told me that you gave this to me." You began quietly, removing your necklace and he nodded. "I did." He said softly. "It's beautiful and I love it but I think you should have it back." You spoke gently. "So that you can give to someone who you'll spend the rest of your life with and they can love it like I do but appreciate it more than I ever could. I hate that i dont remember you and that i've lost the sentiment this necklace had. You will find someone Jonathan, I promise. I'm just a chapter of your story and I'll pale in comparison to the one you spend your life with." Jonathan exhaled with a soft smile. "Of all things to keep, you kept your optimism? How annoying." You giggled in response and he took the necklace from you. "You did a lot for me but can I ask you one last favour?" He asked and your smile fell at the sight of his sadness, his heartbreak. "I'd like to say goodbye." He said quietly. You nodded. If you could do anything to heal his pain for his loss. You would. It was a sentiment you couldnt explain but it was there. Jonathan leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Lingering for a moment as he squeezed his eyes shut before any tears could fall.

Two-Face: Even when you had no memory or knowledge of your history with Two-Face, your eyes held the same sympathy they had then. He told you about his loss and how much he loved the person before they were gone. Yet he never spoke of them by name nor did he give any hint of who it could have been. However you remembered that Harvey was once married. Naturally, you pieced together that the person he held so highly was Gilda. You could listen to him for hours talk about his wife. Even if it hurt to see him so sad and broken. Sometimes there wasn't much that couldn't be said, the words would not heal that pain. Sometimes it was kinder just to sit and appreciate the pain. Simply be present. However one thing did come to mind. "I hope someone will love me the way you loved your wife, one day." You smiled and he slowly nodded with a small teary smile. You didn't understand and you didn't know the pain in his chest. He wasn't talking about his wife. He was talking about you. It helped a little to be able to reminiscent to you even if he couldn't with you. However reality came crashing down when you said that. That even if he told you, he couldn't bring you back to those moments. You were alive but gone.

Black Mask: You always noticed it when your mind was quiet...like a small hum in the back of your mind. Only at nights was the word quiet enough for you to listen and you did. One night curiosity got the better of you. You let that tiny hum take control. You couldnt explain it, but you followed, like it was a small fading trail of the life you wondered about having before the accident. It led to who you were before, you were fairly certain but you knew you could never really know the life you had before. It was gone and this, despite being so new, was reminiscing. Perhaps mourning was a better word but could you mourn something you have no recollection of? Red alarms struck everywhere when it led you to the offices of Roman Sionis. Doors opened for you easily. People looked at you with familiarity. You continued to follow that small feeling as difficult as it had become to follow. You had the faint notion that you were looking for something here but couldn't remember what it was. The distant whim that something was in this room you had been looking for but even looking at the place didn't remind you what you were looking for. Even as you were face to face with Black Mask, you were just as confused as you had been before. The whole time he was silent as he let you look around. The notion had run cold. You had hit a dead end. You apologised and left, feeling just as empty as you had when you first woke up. Even still, Roman said nothing. Silently, he let you go.

Mad Hatter: You bumped into Jervis Tetch a few times. You didn't know who he was, only by face. To you, he was likely a drunk since he hardly seemed sober each time you did pass by him. He'd tell you time and time again that he had lost someone. Someone important. Although he never elaborated on who or gave a description. Yet with each encounter he'd tell a little bit more about his special friend as he sometimes referred to them as. It was apparent, this person was actually his lover, his partner in life. His soul mate. "I'd bump into them all the time. It was like fate, like magic." He grinned with a twinkle in his eyes. "When i lost them...it was beyond tragic." You tilted your head. "Where did they go?" You asked. Jervis smiled sadly. "I haven't the faintest idea. If i knew maybe i could tell them what i shoukd have said more often." You tilted your head. "Oh? What's that then?" You asked. Suddenly your phone buzzed loudly making you dig into your pocket. "Oh, im sorry, sir. I have to go. Um, I hope you find this special friend of yours!" You turned around and begab to walk away. "I love you." Jervis said and that made you turn. "That's what I never got to tell them." He said weakly. You smiled softly. He missed that smile so much. "Don't worry, I'm sure they know...wherever they are." You assured him. Even after everything, fate interwined you both. Yet Jervis felt a weight off his shoulders for having finally told you...even if you didn't realise it. Even if you didn't remember him at all.

Joker: You watched as he was chased by the Batman. You had fled to the roof for safety. The last thing you expected was for the Joker to come bursting through the door with a cackle. He slowed to a stop when he locked eyes with you. Everything evil about him melted away until he was just a broken man in make up. All before your very eyes. You were certain this was the end, dodging death once and now it followed, waiting for you to return. Yet he did nothing but smile. It wasn't a malicious grin. A genuine smile. You had thought the Joker was ever capable of that. He pressed his fingertips to his mouth, pressing a kiss to them before blowing it to you. His eyes tearing up. You had never seen such emotion from the Joker before. It was confusing and terrifying. Without warning he sprinted to the roofs edge and jumped with a maniacal laugh. You screamed in shock, barely having time to process the Batman jumping off the roof right behind him.

#request #batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #the joker #black mask #mad hatter #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #roman sionis #jervis tetch

[metangblog]

How would Fang and Metal’s first kiss go? :3 if kissing metal counts-

[I was just writing a fanfic about that!! It was after the events of the anniversary comic! Amy make a party and everything was here! But Fang and metal are no here...]

It seemed as if nothing mattered in those moments, it was just the two of them, together, the rest were having fun at the party and didn't seem to have noticed the absence of the two of them; Metal resting it head on Fang's shoulder while gently shaking it metallic ears, leaning on who seemed to be someone he trusted changed his expression to a calmer one, it seemed happy and calm having a good time.

But for Fang it was different... His face red along with some other parts of his body due to blushing, it heart racing from nerves, swallowing saliva from the same thing he felt, they has it so close and it's so beautiful to him. He could not focus on the beautiful starry sky that metal was looking at, he could only focus on the beloved robot, he gently brings his tail close to the robot to surround it with the same, metal does not seem to care much, they breathes with difficulty because of the nerves he feels and passes behind the head of the robot his arm, metal noticed it and turned to look at him.

Beep? - Said the robot, it doesn't seem to have any meaning other than being just a noise, he tilts it head a little looking at the purple hybrid in the eyes.

- O-oh, metal, is something wrong? - They said nervously as he looked away trying to ignore its beautiful eyes.

- Metal said nothing and just went back to snuggling into the hybrid's soft shoulder.

- Fang swallows saliva before looking at his robotic companion again, he brings his cheek close to the metal head leaning on it, they closes his eyes while breathing relieved, enjoying the warmth given by it beloved robot - You are somewhat comfortable despite being made of metal - said the hybrid.

- Beep [I guess thank you] - the machine answers them while rubbing itself in a loving way.

- Fang's heart is beating too fast, he can no longer hold the desire to have a deeper approach - Metal - They plucked up courage swallowing saliva and turning to see him determined to tell it his feelings.

- Pip? - He made a little noise of curiosity, stopped leaning on Fang and turned to look at him.

- I-I... - A lump in his throat came out of nowhere, he didn't know how to tell it how he felt, he let go of the robot so he could gently take one of his hands.

- Metal doesn't seem very used to those feelings and he doesn't fully understand them because he was never exposed to them, he didn't take his hand away from Fang's, he tilted his head again to the side before what the hybrid was doing.

- I-I...I... - The words were no longer coming out but she wanted to tell him everything the feels, it sighs a little and moves closer to him.

Fang approached his mouth to the muzzle with absence of a metal one, Fang just put his hands up to metal's face, resting them on it cheeks, the robot looked confused since he doesn't understand what's going on; Fang without thinking about it more gets closer to the machine to give a sweet and sentimental kiss to the being without mouth.

- Fang broke away from the kiss realizing that he hadn't even asked for permission, his blush disappeared as he realized that them could have forced it, the hybrid lowered his ears and moved it hands away from the robot so he could apologize - I-I, sorr- - He was silenced by the robot.

- He didn't even give Fang time to apologize, Metal brought his muzzle close to Fang's mouth as if it wanted to kiss him or to feel his beloved's kiss again.

- Did you like it? - he said confused by the machine's actions.

- Metal makes a big heart appear on his visor that after a while disappears to return to it usual expression, only it seems that next to his eyes, on his visor appear some marks simulating blushing.

- I... - I look at the reaction of the machine in silence and approaches it again to be able to take his hands - Did you like it...? - They said nervously accompanied by a blush that was all over his face.

- The robot was silent for a few moments, turned to look away and then to the hybrid, in absolute silence feigned a sigh - Beep [Affirmative] - It was the only thing he said to the hybrid.

- Fang couldn't with joy, he stared silently as his face slowly turned redder as he waved it tail from side to side with excitement, his sorrowful face changed to one of surprise and then to one of expression, the hybrid without a second thought pounced on the robot so he could hug him.

- The machine did not refuse and snuggled into the hybrid's arms, hugging him too, enjoying the feeling of closeness.

The two were huddled together for a while enjoying their nice time together, it seemed as if nothing else would matter, until the rest noticed their absence seeing the two of them outside together, as soon as they noticed the presence of others they pushed away and pretended it never happened, they were too embarrassed and nervous....

And in spanish

Parecía como si nada importará en esos momentos, estaban solo ellos dos, juntos, él resto se está divirtiendo en la fiesta y no parecen haberse dado cuenta de la ausencia de ellos dos; Metal apoyando su cabeza en el hombro de Fang mientras agitaba con suavidad sus metálicas orejas, recargado en quien parecía ser alguien de confianza cambio su expresión a una más calmada, parecía feliz y calmado pasando un buen rato.

Pero para Fang era diferente... Su cara roja junto a algunas otras partes de su cuerpo debido al sonrojo, su corazón acelerado por los nervios, tragando saliva por lo mismo que sentía, lo tiene tan cerca y le es tan hermoso. No podía centrarse en el lindo cielo estrellado que metal miraba, solo podía fijarse en el amado robot, acerca con suavidad su cola al robot para rodearlo con la misma, metal no parece importarle mucho, respira con dificultad por los nervios que siente y pasa por detrás de la cabeza del robot su brazo, metal lo noto y volteo a verle.

Beep? — Dijo el robot, no parece tener algún otro significado aparte de ser solo un ruido, ladea su cabeza un poco viendo al híbrido morado a los ojos.

- O-oh, metal, pasa algo? — Dijo nervioso mientras volteaba a ver a otro lado intentando ignorar sus tan hermosos ojos.

— Metal no dijo nada y solo volvió a acurrucarse en el hombro suave del híbrido.

— Fang traga saliva antes de volver a mirar a su acompañante robótico, acerca su mejilla a la cabeza de metal apoyándose sobre él, cierra sus ojos mientras respira aliviado, disfrutando del calor que le da su amado robot — Eres algo cómodo a pesar de ser de metal — dijo el híbrido.

- Beep [Supongo que gracias] — les responde la máquina mientras se frota de forma amorosa.

— El corazón de Fang está latiendo demasiado rápido, no puede aguantar más las ganas de tener un acercamiento más profundo — Metal — Se armó de valor tragando saliva y volteando a verle determinado a decirle sus sentimientos.

- Pip? — Hizo un pequeño ruidito de curiosidad, dejo de apoyarse en Fang y volteo a verle.

- Y-yo... — Se le hizo de la nada un nudo en la garganta no sabía como decirle lo que sentía, soltó al robot para poder tomar con delicadeza una de sus manos.

— Metal no parece muy acostumbrado a esos sentimientos junto a qué no los llega a entender del todo debido a que nunca fue expuesto a los mismos, no aparto su mano de la de Fang, ladeó nuevamente su cabeza ante lo que hacía el híbrido.

- Y-yo...yo... — Las palabras ya no salían pero quería decirle todo lo que siente, suspira un poco y se acerca a él.

Fang acerco su boca al hocico con ausencia de una de metal, Fang solo subió sus manos a la cara de metal, apoyándolas en sus mejillas, el robot se veía confuso puesto que no entiende que pasa; Fang sin pensarlo más se acerca más a la máquina para darle un dulce y sentimental beso al ser sin boca.

Metal se quedó en silencio sin poder decirle nada, ni siquiera un pitido salio, solo silencio por unos momentos, parecía que lo odiaba hasta que en el visor de metal sus ojos cambiaron a un par de corazones, agarro las delicadas manos de Fang usando sus robóticas y frías manos, a pesar de la ausencia de boca que tiene parece disfrutar del beso de su acompañante, baja sus orejas suavemente y solo disfruta del dulce beso.

— Fang se separó del beso al darse cuenta que ni siquiera le había pedido permiso, su sonrojo desapareció al darse cuenta que pudo haberlo forzado, el híbrido bajo sus orejas y alejo sus manos del robot para poder disculparse — Y-yo, perd- — Fue callado por el robot.

— Ni siquiera le dio tiempo a Fang para disculparse, Metal acerco su hocico a la boca de Fang como si quisiera besarlo o que volviera a sentir el beso de su amado.

- ¿A-a ti te gustó? — Dijo confuso ante las acciones de la máquina.

— Metal hace aparecer en su visor un gran corazón que al rato desaparece para volver a su expresión de siempre, solo que parece que junto a sus ojos, en su visor aparecen unas marcas simulando el sonrojo.

- Yo... — Miro la reacción de la máquina en silencio y se acerca a la misma nuevamente para poder tomar sus manos — ¿Te gustó...? — Dijo nervioso acompañado de un sonrojo que había en toda su cara.

— El robot se quedó en silencio por unos momentos, volteo a ver a otro lado y luego al híbrido, en un silencio absoluto fingió un suspiro — Beep [Afirmativo] — Fue lo único que dijo ante el híbrido.

— Fang no podía con la alegría, se quedó mirando en silencio mientras su cara se ponía lentamente más roja mientras agitaba su cola de lado a lado con emoción, su cara de pena cambio a una de sorpresa y luego a una de expresión, el híbrido sin pensarlo dos veces se abalanzó sobre el robot para poder abrazarlo.

— La máquina no se negó y se acurruco en los brazos del híbrido, lo abrazo también disfrutando del sentimiento de cercanía

Los dos estuvieron un rato acurrucados disfrutando de su agradable momento juntos, parecía que nada más iba a importar, hasta que el resto se dio cuenta de su ausencia viendo a los dos juntos fuera, en cuanto notaron la presencia de los demás se apartaron y fingieron que nunca había pasado, estaban demasiado avergonzados y nerviosos....

#metang #sth #sth fandom #fang the hunter #fang the hybrid #fang the jerboa #fang the sniper #fang the weasel #metal sonic #nack the weasel #sonic fandom #nack the knave #fang of many names #sth metal sonic #fanfic

[quandaryqueen]

YJ and BTAS

S/O , who he is with serious relationship,takes him to his favorite places on their anniversary and by the end they kneel to propose to him (he says yes).

Go all the way

Young Justice + BTAS Edward Nygma X Reader

I'm an absolute sucker for proposals ugh, so the title above is inspired by Go All The Way, by the Killers. Highly recommend it!

💚 Young Justice

Anniversaries are something he prepares for in advance, say about three months in advance. He wants everything perfect because gosh, you're just the best gosh dang thing that's ever happened to him and he just wants to show it... But he certainly won't say no if you took the initiative to be the more dominant side of planning the anniversary. I mean, he's been dominated by you but I digress.

He finds himself enjoying! Gosh, the places you've been all has special places in his heart, such as the venue of your first date, the park where you had your first kiss, the library you'd frequent at, the cinema where you spent your first anniversary in, the frequent meeting place at the center of the city square... Call him a sentimental sweetheart, because he is.

Then you suddenly lead him to a new place, somewhere you've never been in to watch the sun set to end the day. Cliché, but fucks he eats it up like the simp he is. He takes his seat, his heart hammering against his chest because he simply can't get enough of moments like these, moments with you, he'd do it forever and ever.

Then he remarks about your silence, turning his gaze away from the sunset ever so slightly, when a glimpse of something made his neck practically snap at your direction. A hand shoots up to cover the disbelief in his gaze, taking in the ethereal sight of you soaked in golden rays, down on one knee, holding a small, green velvet box. A small box that contained a big future for the both of you.

"Hehe... Um... I had a whole speech prepared but uh, I guess simplicity gets a point a cross... Edward Nygma, will you be with me forever?"

Sheds a tear and he swiped the bottom of his palm under his eyes. "Oh, Y/N... Of course."

💚 Batman the animated series

Is also planning to propose, so he also has a box in his pocket whilst he remains unaware at the fact that you too are planning the same fucking thing.

You catered the anniversary to match his Riddler schtick, by leaving clues in every single venue there is, something that will make him suspect something and throw him at the edge of his seat. But this smart dumbass thought that those clues were hinting to propose already, so he's torn between sticking to his plan, or granting you the early proposal you 'hinted' throughout the date... He decided to make you wait.

You felt the time has come, the violet, velvet box in your pocket grew heavy as you reach for it with your clammy hands whilst your Edward was looking away-- aka also discreetly reaching for the f/c velvet box in his pocket.

"Edward." "Y/N."

Your names came from one another's mouth in unison, tongue laced with honey and you find yourselves giggling at this cute little coincidence.

"You go first," Edward smiles.

Taking in a breath, your hand clenched the box in your pocket. Then you took to be on one knee. Edward catches himself flabbergasted, breath caught at the back of his throat when you did so. You then held up a box and took in an air to hopefully forestall you from passing out with all the nerves.

"My Edward... You and I go way back and I remember blurting to myself that maybe you and I will last forever and... I wish to make that a reality so..." His eyes glimmer with tears when you opened the box, a soft smile etched in his features. "Will you be with me forever?"

"Oh you little..." He sniffles, taking the box from his pocket as well, before opening it. "The feeling is mutual... Of course we'll be together."

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #dc x reader #edward nygma x reader #young justice riddler x reader #btas riddler x reader #young justice riddler #btas riddler #patisilence #request