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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 4 months

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🎁🎄Christmas Elf - Lando Norris

You'd been at McLaren for two weeks, so that meant unfortunately (or not so much) that you were unable to participate in secret santa with them this year. Everyone had gathered in the break room, leaving you at your desk to carry on working.

You didn't really mind, since it would have been hard for you or whoever got you if you had taken part. As you stared at you screen, you mindlessly fiddled with the charms on your bracelet. No one else was working, so you didn't feel bad that you weren't.

It would've been nice to celebrate some of the Christmas cheer, but it was fine. "Hey Y/N?" someone called. You looked up, seeing your boss stood in the doorway. "Yeah?"

"Someone left this under the tree for you," he smiled, bringing the small bag and setting it down on your desk. "But my name wasn't pulled?"

"I know, but someone was feeling the Christmas spirit," he lightly chuckled, disappearing back into the break room. You looked at it for a moment, pulling it closer to you so that you could peer inside. All you could see was a small white box, and you were curious, to say the least.

Reading the tag attached, it only made you more curious. 'Dear Y/N, I know you weren't included in secret santa this year, but I figured you deserved a gift as well. I saw this, and thought it would fit perfectly with your collection. Merry Christmas, X'

Reaching your hand in, you pulled the box out and placed it in front of you, trying to figure out what it was before you opened it. You gave in pretty quickly, lifting the lid of the box. You couldn't help but smile as you saw the tiny race car charm for your bracelet.

You failed to notice the pair of eyes watching you as you grinned, holding it between your fingers. It was absolutely lovely, even the tiniest details were perfectly etched onto it. It was like a like-for-like replica of the cars that were in the show room downstairs, and you loved it.

You quickly clipped it to your bracelet, and it was instantly one of your favourites that you had. As the whole day went by, you found your eyes wandering down to the charm on your wrist, and you couldn't help but smile at it every time.

You wanted to know who to thank for the overwhelmingly thoughtful gift, since no one had signed off the card, or left any indication as to who they were. Surely it wouldn't be too hard to figure it out, since someone was bound to have seen the gift be put under the tree.

Throughout the day, you were still being watched by the person, and he felt that the look on your face was absolutely priceless. His note was just a little white lie, as well. Yes, he had wanted you to be included in secret santa, but that was simply a front.

He would have gotten the charm for you regardless, but the gift giving in the office provided the perfect way for him to secretly gift it to you. He had been brainstorming the present ever since you stepped foot in the office, and it was not something that was on the every day market. He had to use some connections, but the smile of pure joy on your face was worth it.

Meanwhile, you had been asking around the office, seeing if anyone had seen the gift when they put theirs down. It took a while, but you eventually located the first person who had put their present down. "Hey Jim, are you free for a minute?" you asked, approaching Jim in the breakroom.

"Sure Y/N, what's up?" he replied, turning to face you.

"Were you the first person to put down your secret santa gift?"

"No, there was already one under the tree. They must've been in early," he told you.

"Did it happen to look like this?" you asked, placing the bag that your charm was in down on the table in front of him. "Yeah, that was the only thing under the tree when I went,"

"Did you see anyone else around? Do you know who else was there?" you pressed, desperate to know who had bought you the present. "Sorry, I didn't see anyone else. The first person that I saw was Lando, but that was just after one of the meetings downstairs." Jim explained.

"But there weren't any meetings today, well, none that Lando had to be in," you eyed him skeptically. "That was just what he said,"

"OK, thanks Jim. Merry Christmas," you smiled as you walked away. Why would Lando lie? He must've had his reasons, but you couldn't think of any point in it. He was Lando Norris, if he wanted to be here, then he was allowed to be.

He was the star of the show in this place, he didn't need a reason to hang around, he just could. Anyway, your search that had lead to Jim had proven fruitless, so you headed back to your desk after your lunch break had been spent on a wild goose chase.

After finally engrossing yourself in your work, you noticed someone stood in front of your desk. "Hey Lando," you said, without even looking up from your computer. He had probably just come to ask if you could cancel his meetings for tomorrow or something.

"Hey Y/N, how are you doing?" he smiled, leaning over your desk with his arms propping him up. You found the grin on his face slightly suspicious, but Lando always had a hidden agenda. He was always up to something.

"Not bad thanks, you?"

"Yeah, I'm good, I'm good." you replied, bring your hand to your face to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Nice bracelet. I like the car, very apt," he said, grabbing your hand to inspect your wrist. His hands were warm, his fingertips gentle on the skin of your wrist.

"Oh yeah, it's really pretty, isn't it? I'm trying to figure out who gave it to me, you have any ideas?" you asked, failing to see the glint of mischief in his eye. You were completely oblivious, and he was thoroughly enjoying it.

"No, sorry, not a clue. But I'm sure they'll reveal themselves at some point. See you later, good luck on your quest," he grinned, pushing himself away from the desk and walking away from you.

"Bye Lando," you replied, and he was gone as quickly as he had gotten to you. You found the nature of his visit slightly odd, but you didn't think anything of it.

The rest of your day was spent without knowing a single thing about the mystery sweetheart who had given you your gift, and you desperately wanted to thank them for their efforts. You'd spend time just staring at it, as if you were hoping it would reveal its previous owner.

You were still being watched, the person having a smug smirk plastered on his face. He could see the cogs turning in your head, confusion written all over your features. He'd let the scepticism simmer for a while, and then he'd tell you.

Or maybe not. He'd see.

The next morning, you walked into the office to see your desk was different. The best kind of different. Your computer had a string of multi-coloured Christmas lights draped over the monitor, and there was a mini Christmas tree sat to the side of it.

It was decorated with mini baubles, and had an adorable little star on the top. On the surface of your desk, fake snow had been sprinkled around and it looked like a small winter wonderland right on your desk.

Placed on your keyboard was another note: 'Dear Y/N, the whole office is decorated, so I thought that your desk could be too. I hope you like it, X'. You put the note in your desk drawer along with the other, hoping you could use them to find out who had given you the gift and decorated your desk.

"Jim? Did you see?" you called out to Jim, who was sat at his desk, typing away at something.

"It was like that when I got here," he said with a smile, quickly turning his attention back to his computer. Nobody arrived to work before Jim, absolutely nobody. And even if someone had, he surely would have seen them near your desk and mentioned it to you.

"Nice decorations, Y/N," Lando said, appearing at your side, and scanning his eyes over your desk. "Was it the mystery Christmas elf again?"

"Yeah, and it is so cute. I love it," you beamed, "I don't know who they are, and I need to thank them for this. It's just so lovely," you rambled, your eyes shining with delight.

"Still not close to figuring it out?"

"No, my best guess is Jim at the moment, but I don't know," you shook your head, Jim being the only logical person. "Jim?!" Lando spluttered, his eyes widening in shock. Out of all the people in the office, you came to the conclusion it was Jim.

"He's the only one who is here when stuff happens. He was here when my gift was put under the tree, and he was here when my desk was decorated," you explained your conclusion to deciding Jim was your mystery Christmas elf.

"He doesn't seem like the type to me, if I'm being honest," Lando diverted his shock and slight worry away from Jim.

"Why not? You know something I don't, Norris?" you teased, nudging him.

"I, uhm, no. I just don't want you getting the wrong idea, that's all," he said, trying to hide the panic in his voice. He didn't want you to know just yet. He liked seeing you all frazzled, confused, unknowing. He was proud of himself for having pulled it off.

"Don't worry Lando, I know you would've told me if you knew," you smirked, turning your attention back to the people around the office. Not a single on of them looked like the people who could be your mystery Christmas elf, and you were at a loss.

"Yeah, I would've," he nodded, but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself of the fact instead of genuinely believing it. "You're coming to the party tonight, right? The end of year thing?" Lando asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there," you nodded, looking forward to your first McLaren Christmas party, hopefully, of many. "You coming?"

"I sure will be," he smiled, "I'll see you later,"

The festive spirit enveloped the office as twinkling lights adorned the words and tinsel sparkled around every corner. Your first of many annual Christmas parties was now in full swing, and your office suddenly didn't seem so bad as your colleagues filled the air with laughter.

"Lando, you'll never guess what," you said, leaving out any sort of greeting when you approached Lando after finding him in the middle of the party. He had to do a double take when he saw you, for once the lack of papaya bringing him pure joy.

He couldn't put a word to your appearance in his mind that quite did it justice, but the closest he could find was perfect. Just... everything about you was simply perfect, and the beaming smile plastered on your face was more dazzling than the star atop the Christmas tree. "What?"

"I got a package in the mail from my Christmas elf the minute I arrived home," you excitedly told him.

"Oh really? What did they send you this time?" he asked, glad the plan had been pulled off to perfection. He was very proud of himself, he had been doing a great job over the past couple of days to get everything that he needed to be done, done.

"Aren't they the prettiest?" you giggled, pulling your hair back to show off the dangling, golden Christmas tree earrings that had arrived at your door.

"They really are," he nodded, thoroughly satisfied with the results of his Christmas escapade. While Lando's brain was being smug, you couldn't help but stare at him. Yes, he always looked good, that was a given, but he was looking extra snazzy tonight.

Something about that man in suit just hit different. A very good different indeed. "This person must really like you then, huh?"

"Yeah, and I'd really like to know who they are," you grinned, wanting to know who this mystery person was. They had brought so much light and joy to you in the past couple days, and you wanted to be able to thank them.

"I mean, decorating your desk, sending stuff in the post, making sure yours was the first gift under the tree. That's dedication," he nodded, hoping you'd take the bait and talk about how amazing he- sorry, I mean your Christmas elf was.

"How'd you know it was the first under the tree? I never told you it was," you said, the pieces clicking together in your head.

"Did you not? Huh, lucky guess," Lando nervously chuckled, trying to dig himself out of the suddenly deep hole he had found himself in.

"You didn't have a meeting yesterday morning, did you Lando?" you pressed, finally settling on the idea that it was indeed not Jim, but Lando Norris himself.

"No..."

"So why were you in the office early?" you further poked, wanting to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

"To put your present under the tree," he admitted, looking right into your eyes. Surely you wouldn't change your mind on the graciousness of your Christmas elf just because it was Lando, right? He just loved bringing joy to you, and seeing you so happy made him joyous beyond belief.

With a beaming smile, you couldn't stop yourself as you leant in, closing the distance between the two of you. Time seemed to slow as your lips met, a gentle kiss that carried the spirit of Christmas, the joy of the season, and perhaps the hint of something more.

Your surrounding co-workers pointed and were shocked, but they didn't find it unusual. Lando had been sneaking around the place a lot recently, and they all clocked on a lot quicker than you did.

As you pulled away, your eyes were locked together, and you couldn't help but share a knowing smile. Looking to your left, you saw Jim stood there, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. Over your heads, he held a sprig of mistletoe. "Really Jim?" you laughed.

"Merry Christmas," he chuckled back, leaving you and Lando stood there. The party continued around you, but it might as well have just been you and Lando in the room.

"Thank you, so much," you breathlessly said.

"What else is a Christmas elf for?" he softly chuckled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Merry Christmas," you smiled, kissing him on the cheek. This was, without a doubt, the best secret santa gift you had ever gotten, and would probably ever get.

A/N - Merry Christmas part 2! I have so many Christmas ideas, but there is only one joyful season per year, and I have a lot of other stuff that needs writing, so it may be saved until next year... We'll see. Would you guys mind getting Christmas stuff in the middle of the year? Lmk! Requests are open, love you loads 💖

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purple-babygirl · 15 days

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in the far corner of the forest III

Pairing: Orc!Bucky Barnes x human!f!reader

Word Count: 6,540

Summary: For the longest time, the kingdom has used Bucky as their number one fighter, forcing him to win their wars for them. The only thing he asked for in return after he was done was that they give him a wife, and they did. They handed him the orphan he picked on a silver platter; it wasn't like anyone would miss her. It would've been perfect if she actually wanted to be there though.

Warnings: hand injury, mentions of blood, wound sutures/stitches, angry behaviour, jealousy, fighting, crying, racism against orcs. I think that's all.

A/N: this is the longest part yet because it might take me a while with part 4 depending on how the very important interview i have on the 17th goes. please send me good wishes on the stars if possible i would really appreciate it. And please enjoy this one and let me know what you thought if you can xx💜💜

“I got you something, little human,” Bucky said, his tone softer than it was that same afternoon as he scratched the back of his head.

He was new to courting, and it wasn’t exactly normal that he was courting his already-wife. Still, he was doing everything possible.

Bucky’s life has all been about fighting and wars. He didn’t do love or courtship. He didn’t do coddling or romancing. But there was a first time for everything and he was trying his best.

“Thank you,” she replied without looking up, pretending to be focused on folding laundry.

She was ignoring him.

Bucky had let his voice get loud a couple of hours ago after he had found her lost in the forest again. Only this time her foot was already messed up and she needed the rest, but she wouldn’t listen.

It hurt him how much pain she was willing to go through if it meant she could get away from him, but he wouldn’t let it show.

Instead, he yelled in frustration as he brought her back to their cottage.

She seemed like she wouldn’t quit, and so he wasn’t going to quit either.

Despite her constant rejection, Bucky refused to give up, his determination fueled by a newfound sense of purpose. He was willing to endure anything, face anything, if it meant earning even a glimmer of acceptance, or even affection, from her.

“You didn’t even see what I got you,” Bucky tried again, hoping she would at least look at him.

When she did, he gave a tiny smile and walked to the cottage door, bringing something inside.

“Here.” He dragged in a shiny wooden chair and placed it before his on their small dining table.

“You bought me a chair,” she said, pretending to be uninterested to hide the warmth that just spread throughout her heart.

“I made you a chair,” Bucky corrected, proudly palming the smooth wood, swiping his tongue over his tusks.

Bucky knew gifts were an essential part of courting and he didn’t like how she had to eat on the bed while he ate alone on the dining table because he only owned one chair.

He knew his days as a loner were long gone and it made his heart swell that he had her to share his house and life with now.

So he got to work and decided to make her her own chair out of an old oak tree. Being a lumberjack who had a woodworking shop had its perks after all.

It was going to be a weekend surprise, but he thought now was better timing after the fight they just had.

“You— you made this? From scratch?” She stood up in surprise, laundry forgotten for now.

“Yes.”

“For me?” She asked, not able to hide her emotions at the kind gesture anymore.

“Yeah,” Bucky chuckled, taking a step back so she could examine the chair.

She sat down and a big smile found its way on her lips when she looked up at Bucky. The chair was comfy and new and hers.

No one has ever gotten her anything, let alone made her something so beautiful. It was so special and a flood of emotions washed over her at the idea that someone had actually thought of her enough to make her a chair. That Bucky had made her a chair.

“Thank you,” she whispered, breaking eye contact so that she wouldn’t tear up.

Bucky only nodded in reply, internally celebrating the win with his heart doing backflips. She liked the chair.

She stood up and closed the small distance between her and the orc, getting on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek, “welcome home.”

She quickly put the clean laundry in its place in the closet and went to the kitchen to start dinner, leaving Bucky with the most idiotic smile on his face as he shifted back and forth on his feet like a teenager.

She was punishing him for yelling at her by not making dinner, but that chair and the effort behind it deserved a good meal.

She was cleaning up after dinner later that night when she heard Bucky moving stuff outside. She didn’t pay it much mind; it was his house after all.

“Come outside, little human,” his voice called for her and she tentatively stepped out of the kitchen.

Bucky was standing by the open cottage door, a hopeful smile on his face as he encouragingly nodded for her to come over to him.

She didn’t know what to think, but any chance not to stay cooped up inside the cottage was going to receive a yes from her.

It wasn’t like she was ungrateful. She was certainly thankful she had a roof over her head and warm walls that she could hide inside from the rain and the cold.

But again, her situation wasn’t the most ideal either. If it was up to her, she would have stayed at the orphanage with the rest of the girls because if her fate was drawn for her to be an isolated orc’s wife, she didn’t want to be married.

When she stepped outside, however, marriage and Bucky didn’t seem that bad for a second.

“I thought we could watch the stars now that the sky was clear,” Bucky explained, internally nervous that she might call him ridiculous and refuse to sit with him.

He had waited for a day without rain and laid out a thick blanket on the ground before their cottage, the way lit for her feet by a close by lantern he had put out.

She was enthralled, mouth open and breath stolen. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of joy and disbelief engulfing her.

Bucky has even went as far as bringing out the shawl he had gotten her just in case she felt cold.

It was just like… a date.

Her heart raced and she smiled shyly at the orc, making him smile too as he watched her sit down on the blanket, holding her knees to her as she glanced up at the night sky nervously.

She has never been on a date before in her life, the town’s boys always picking other girls from the orphanage to fool around with, but never her. She was never really anyone’s type.

She slightly shook her head to shut down her insecure thoughts, knowing that none of those player town boys could have ever brought her on a date like this.

“Is the ground too cold?” Bucky asked as he draped her shawl over her shoulders.

She hugged the soft material around her body, smiling gratefully at the orc as she shook her head.

She was too shy to even speak at this point, her mind barely registering the amazingly romantic end to her day that Bucky had brought into existence.

Bucky then laid down on his back, wordlessly urging her to do the same.

She got on her back, eyes mesmerized by the sight of the stars. She has never seen so many before, her view from her room’s window at the orphanage was very limited.

It was different here in the middle of the woods because there were no town lights to take the view away from the sky and it was gorgeous.

“So beautiful,” she whispered with a smile, observing how the stars sparkled above them.

“Yes, the most beautiful,” Bucky whispered back, watching her as she watched the sky.

He wished she could one day look at him the same way she was looking at those stars; the same way he was looking at her.

In his eyes, there was a mix of determination and yearning, reflecting his unwavering commitment to win her heart despite her initial reluctance. Bucky’s gaze lingered on her, drinking in every detail as if he couldn’t believe she was really here, right next to him.

She turned her eyes to him, her shy smile widening, “thank you for this, Bucky.”

Gods, the way she said his name was something else.

“You’re welcome, sweet thing.” Bucky smiled back, turning his eyes back to the sky as to not make her uncomfortable under his stare.

As they silently continued stargazing, she felt her heart become lighter. She felt so serene, so content, and she had suddenly forgiven Bucky for raising his voice at her just hours ago, wanting nothing but for this peacefulness to last for as long as possible.

Was it imaginable for marriage to be this good? Could her life finally be turning around?

She couldn’t help but want to see Bucky in a different light in this very moment.

She knew that he was harsh sometimes, but she also knew that she wasn’t making it easy for him either.

Maybe she didn’t choose him and didn’t choose this marriage, but Bucky was trying with real effort and she wasn’t blind to it.

Bucky cared for her when she was sick. He provided for her. He brought her gifts, filled up her half of the closet for her with anything and everything she could need. And he, most importantly, apologized when he was in the wrong, which wasn’t something common for the human males of this kingdom. He also respected her boundaries and hadn’t tried touching her after their first night together.

Could this all be preparation for the purpose of bedding?

No, it couldn’t be. Bucky didn’t need to do this to get her in his bed. He had already had her there and he had willingly let her go. He could have his way with her anytime if he really wanted to.

She wanted to believe that this moment was real so bad. She wanted to believe that Bucky was trying to win her heart.

So she did.

And if Bucky was trying, she was going to start trying too.

She knew just the thing to do actually.

She was going to make Bucky strawberry jam tomorrow to show him how grateful she was.

She might have not much to offer, but she knew she made the most delicious fruit jams and marmalades. It was her specialty at the orphanage. All the other girls always managed to ruin the jams, adding too much or too little sugar, applying too much heat or not enough, eventually producing something inedible. But not her. No, that was one thing she knew with her whole heart that she was good at.

She might’ve not been the prettiest of the girls, but she deserved a good life and she was now determined to build one. With Bucky.

She wasn’t in love with him, she knew that, but she didn’t need love to have a good marriage. Respect and effort were going to be enough.

This marriage could be her chance at building a life worth living.

“Could you bring home some strawberries tomorrow?”

“Oh my gods, this is amazing!” Bucky exclaimed, sliding another spoonful of strawberry jam in his mouth.

“I’m happy you like it,” she replied proudly, a smile plastered on her timid features as she brought a basket of sliced bread to the table.

It felt so good to have someone other than the orphanage girls taste her hand’s making. Receiving Bucky’s praise felt so much different than all the compliments she’s ever received before.

It felt… way better.

“It’s really good, little human.” Bucky was too busy adding jam on the piece of bread in his hand, groaning as he slipped it into his mouth and chewed, “how much of this did you make?”

She laughed, “well, I wanted to start with a small pot because I didn’t know if you liked jam and I didn’t wanna throw out any of it, but we have enough if you finish this and want more!”

“None of this is getting thrown out, little human,” Bucky told her seriously, “I asked because I wanted to take some to Sarah. She has a sweet tooth and she would love this.”

A frown quickly replaced her smile at the mention of another female’s name. She suddenly felt like wanting to take the bowl of jam away from the orc. Hell, she felt like she wanted to get back the jam he had already ate and swallowed.

“Who’s Sarah?” She asked, trying to act nonchalant as she greased her bread with some jam.

“She’s Sam’s sister,” Bucky answered innocently, oblivious to the way she hummed with her jaw clenched.

“And who’s Sam?”

“Oh, right, you don’t know Sam. He’s my best friend; and my partner in the shop. Great guy,” Bucky told her, more interested in the jam than her reaction.

At least Sam was a male.

So just to be clear, Bucky wanted to take the jam she made to his best friend’s sister so she could have a taste and satisfy her sweet tooth? Yeah, she didn’t like that very much.

“Is she, like, married?” She wondered, trying hard not to show her anger.

“Who?” Bucky asked, chewing the bite in his mouth, the foreign question finally gaining his attention.

“Sweet tooth Sarah,” she answered with a somewhat bitter tone that Bucky has never heard before, her thumb swiping under his plump lips before she could stop herself as she harshly wiped away jam from the orc’s face.

The realization as to why her mood had suddenly turned sour made Bucky smile as he hurriedly swallowed his food, “little human,”

She looked up at him with a silent glare.

Despite her efforts to appear unaffected, there was a vulnerability in her eyes, a hint of insecurity betraying her true feelings

“Are you… jealous?”

Bucky’s amused smile made her even angrier as she watched his lips literally twitching.

Jealous? Pfft, of course not! Why would she be jealous!

“No!” She replied aloud defensively, “it was just a question.” She stood up, collecting the plates from the table without asking if Bucky was done eating.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Bucky laughed, holding onto the small bowl of jam.

“Try to save some for your Sarah,” she snapped, snatching her hand from the orc’s as she let him have the bowl.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at her surprising reaction, his widening smile still glued to his face.

She frustratingly sped to the kitchen, violently twisting the water tab open as she rolled her sleeves up and started washing the things in the sink.

She had went through all this trouble and used all of these bowls that she now had to wash just for him to want to take her jam to another female to eat.

Who did he think he was?

It was her fault for trying to do something nice in the first place.

He didn’t even answer her question, and that Sarah was probably unmarried. She was probably an orc too. Yeah, it made sense that Bucky would be attracted to someone similar to him. Those two ‘friends’ were probably part of his clan.

The clan he never introduced her to.

How naive was she to think this marriage could actually work?

Bucky was outside still smiling to himself like a fool as he finished the rest of her sweet jam.

She was jealous. She was jealous over him.

He didn’t want to upset her though, so he didn’t say anything, letting her calm down first.

He took the empty bowl to her, setting it in the sink as she avoided looking at him.

She heard him chuckle as he left the kitchen and it made her punch the sponge in her hand inside the bowl, pounding it angrily as she ‘washed’ it clean.

When she was done cleaning the kitchen and brushing her teeth, she stomped out to the bed, getting in and covering herself from head to toe as she gave Bucky her back.

Bucky walked to the lanterns and dimmed their lights before joining her in bed.

He laid on his back, innocently waiting for his good night’s kiss.

A minute passed. 2 minutes. 5 minutes. The kiss didn’t come.

“Hey,” Bucky whispered as not to startle her in the dark, “we had a deal. Where’s my kiss?” He put a hopeful hand on her shoulder, trying to twist her to face him.

“Have Sarah give you your kiss,” she replied with a deadpan tone, masking her fury as she pushed her pillow over her head, shrugging Bucky’s touch off her body.

Bucky stared at the back turned to him with an open mouth as he took his hand away and laid back, disappointment replacing his surprise and filling him up.

It was the first time since she had started feeling well again that she has refused to give him any of his kisses. Yet, respectful of her feelings, Bucky let her.

Maybe making her jealous wasn’t all that fun after all. But he didn’t even mean to make her jealous, he was just talking!

Bucky sighed, turning on his side as well as he fell asleep staring at the hidden back of her head.

The next morning as she put his breakfast on the table, she didn’t sit or eat with him, preferring to scrub the kitchen sink while Bucky ate even though she had just washed it the night before.

She didn’t give him his good morning kiss either; didn’t even speak to him.

She was still mad at him. This was serious for her, he realized.

Bucky might have found it fun last night, but today as she deliberately ignored his existence, he wanted nothing but to make her understand that what was in her head was nothing like the truth.

“Here, I packed jam for your sweet tooth Sarah,” she said harshly as she set a small jar of strawberry jam on the table before him.

“She’s not my—”

“Hope she likes it,” she cut him off, disappearing into the kitchen again.

Bucky sighed aloud, running a hand over his face as he stood up. Grabbing the jam, he took one look at the kitchen entrance before leaving the house for work with a clenched jaw.

She peeked outside when she heard the door shut to see the table empty. Bucky had taken the jar to Sarah.

Oh, that was it.

She could take being given to an orc against her will. She could take never having been chosen or given the chance to choose. She could take not being loved.

But she couldn’t and wouldn’t take being cheated on.

Was that why Bucky had decided to relieve her off her wifely duties in bed? Because he had another female? Was it because he had someone else to keep him warm and wet where he needed to be?

She couldn’t even think about the idea without feeling herself gag.

Why would he ruin her life by bringing her here when he already had that Sarah?!

How could she be so dumb, trying to meet him in the middle like that? Starting a peaceful life with this orc was never going to work!

She tried to pick the lock on the door like she usually would, but the new lock Bucky had put in wouldn’t budge.

She groaned in frustration before hauling herself up and out of the cottage window, running off to gods know where, hoping that luck would be her friend for once and maybe lead her somewhere out of these woods for good this time.

This marriage ends today.

Back at the shop, Bucky was as exasperated as they come as he used his chisel to shape the rough piece of wood in his hand.

After everything he was doing, how could she think that he had someone else? What was he doing wrong? What was missing?

Bucky had only ever wanted her. He thought he was the luckiest orc just because he got to fall asleep next to her every night.

How could he make her see that?

As his mind ran with thoughts and before Bucky could stop it, the chisel slipped and sharply cut the inside of his palm.

“Gods, fuck!” He shouted in pain as blood started flowing from the fresh wound.

Bucky tried to get the chisel from the floor so that no one would step on it, but his hand hurt more when he tried to squeeze his fist around the item. He grabbed it with his metal hand instead, rushing to the supply closet to find a clean towel to wrap around his cut.

He couldn’t continue working like that; couldn’t do anything with his hand.

Sam insisted on sending for his sister after seeing the amount of blood staining the cloth around Bucky’s hand.

Sarah tried to be efficient while messily stitching the wound as best as she could, wrapping it up carefully with gauze before advising Bucky to take a few days off work until his hand was healed. She was no doctor but she did her best for her friend.

Bucky thanked both siblings, giving Sarah the jam jar before leaving to go back home as his friends insisted.

He thought that his day couldn’t get any worse, but then he opened the cottage door to find the place empty and he could all but forget about his injury as he slammed his fist against the wall, crying out in anger. If his wound had started bleeding again, Bucky didn’t care.

“What the hell did you think you were doing out there again?!”

Bucky was enraged. He had found her wandering around the forest, as lost and as stubborn as ever.

“Getting as far away from you as possible.” She crossed her arms, her stare upset and unbending.

“And going where exactly!” He shouted, the idea of her spending the night inside a cold cave clawing at his back.

“Anywhere but here!” She yelled back, her face so hot she could feel sweat forming on her hairline in the middle of winter.

“It’s going to snow soon! Do you wanna get sick again?” Bucky held her by the arm, not too roughly as he didn’t really want to cause any real damage.

Neither of them noticed his blood staining her clothes.

She was too infuriated to notice Bucky’s hand wrapped in gauze. She saw nothing but red.

“I don’t care. I just don’t wanna be with you!” She retorted, snatching her arm out of his hold and pushing at his chest.

Though he didn’t move, her touch too weak to do anything to his colossal body, Bucky was hurt.

“Are you doing all of this just because of a little jealousy? Gods, human females are just—” Bucky shook his head in frustration.

“Jealousy? Hah! You think I’m jealous?” She faked a laugh, “this is not even a real marriage! What’s there for me to be jealous over?!” She continued raising her voice, the mention of her jealousy provoking her further.

Her words hurt Bucky more, the real gash now slashed across his heart.

Not even a real marriage.

Despite everything he was doing and trying, she still didn’t consider their marriage a real marriage.

“Well, do you wanna make it real, little human?” Bucky growled lowly, bringing her closer to his heaving chest by her arm, painting the sleeve of her dress in more of his blood.

Her heart thrummed in her ears at the proximity, her breath trembling as she imagined what the orc could do to her if he only wanted to.

“Let go of me,” she whispered as tears clouded her vision, hoping he wouldn’t be able to hear how scared she was in her voice.

Bucky complied, hating how nervous she got in the span of a second.

She ran to the kitchen at once, a hand on her chest as she felt her heart trying to escape her ribcage.

What an audacious orc! He was already with someone else and he dared threaten her with taking her to bed?! Damn, she was so stupid to think they could make something good out of this marriage. So stupid.

Bucky took a seat on the bed, face in his metal hand as he tried to gather his thoughts.

He had almost lost her for the millionth time today.

Was it going to be like this forever? What could he do to make it stop? How could he show her that this life with her was all he ever wanted? That he never wanted anybody else?

“You’re not gonna eat with me?” He asked when he saw her slam one bowl of rice on the table.

“I’m not hungry,” she replied curtly, her eyes on the ground and her jaw tense as she waited for him to get off the bed.

Bucky moved away understandably, taking a seat on the dining table instead as she climbed in bed, burying herself under the covers and hiding away from him.

Bucky knew she wasn’t asleep and he needed to talk to her; or at least see her face.

How was he supposed to have an appetite to eat if she wasn’t on the table with him, her beautiful eyes facing him and her shy smile greeting him every time he would moan over the taste of her delicious food?

“Hey.”

She felt the bed dip next to her as it took on Bucky’s body, his warm hand on her shoulder just like last night.

“Let your sweet tooth Sarah give you a kiss,” she spoke before he could say anything.

“This is not about the kiss. And She’s not my Sarah,” Bucky told her, turning her on her back so she could see his sincere face and hopefully believe him, “she’s not my anything. She’s just a good friend.”

She snorted, not buying it as she turned back to face the wall.

Bucky brought her back to him again, “she’s not married. She’s a widow, who is loyal to the memory of her husband, with two kids that are her whole world.” Bucky answered her earlier question, not wanting to hide anything from her.

“That’s none of my business.” She pretended to be uninterested, giving him the cold shoulder for the third time as she turned away, covering her head with the blanket.

Deep inside, she knew she was relieved to know that Sarah wasn’t interested though.

“It is your business,” Bucky sighed, taking the blanket away from her hands, making her look at him again, “it is your business when you think I’m involved with her.”

“You can do whatever you want.” She shrugged, acting indifferent, making Bucky more frustrated.

He released a loud exhale, “you’re what I want, little human.”

She remained silent, not expecting the orc’s patience or this admittance.

He had told her he wanted her before, but that was on their ‘wedding night’ when he had forced her to get completely naked for him.

This one was different. It sounded different and felt different.

“You don’t have to say all these things. We both know how this marriage came to be a thing.” She tried her best to hold her tears in.

“How did it come to be a thing?” Bucky wanted to see inside her head.

“How?” She sat up, her voice loud yet wobbly with emotions, “they gave you an orphaned girl you didn’t get to see or pick beforehand to make up for making you go to war for them, that’s how!” She felt bad for him, but even more for herself.

So she had read the contracts.

“Who told you I didn’t get to see or pick you?” Bucky swallowed.

“What do you mean?!”

“I’ve seen you before, little human. More than once. And I asked for you to be my wife instead of the noble man’s daughter I was originally offered.” Bucky came clean about the truth behind their arranged marriage.

“You what?!” She became even angrier.

He did this? She was here now because of him?!

“I willingly picked you, little human.”

“Why! Why me! Did you ever stop to think that I might not want this? Or you?!” She practically screamed in anger.

Who was he to decide her future for her? Why didn’t he just take the nobleman’s daughter!

“I did. But you were the only human female who has ever caught my attention. I couldn’t take my eyes off you every time I won a glimpse.” Bucky confessed, his light grey skin gaining a tint at the cheeks as he bared his heart to her, “I knew I couldn’t continue if I didn’t have you, little human.”

Won a glimpse

Couldn’t continue if I didn’t have you

No one has ever used such words to describe an act so normal as looking at her. No one had ever wanted or needed her. Why was her heartbeat speeding up? What was that orc doing to her?

“The minute you entered my cottage, you became my one and only. I don’t want anyone but you.” He promised, squeezing her smaller hand in his, “I will live and die loyal to you, little human.”

She knew he was telling the truth because she had heard the stories. Loyalty was very important to orcs and their mates were for life.

She just stared at Bucky, words stolen from her throat by the way he was looking at her.

No one has ever looked at her like that. Like she was the most beautiful thing they could see. Like she was the only girl in the world. Like she was the only one with any sort of control over this orc’s mind and heart.

“When I suggested gifting Sarah some jam, I was only thinking of doing something nice for a friend.”

She listened with a frown, a little angry again at the mention of the other female’s name.

“If it wasn’t for Sam and Sarah and the boys, I wouldn’t have survived a lot of things. They are my only friends and the only ones I can share nice things with.”

“The only ones?” She pouted, turning her face to the dining table in discontent.

“That’s not what I meant! I just— I’m not used to saying such things, but—” Bucky took a deep breath, squeezing her smaller hand closer, “I was so proud of you being my wife and knowing how to make such delicious things that I wanted the important ones in my life to share it with me…”

Bucky didn’t have to know, but those words were everything to her because when she thought about it, no one has ever been proud to know or have her. No one has ever been proud of her for anything.

But Bucky was, and he wanted to show her off.

When she looked back at the orc, he was staring at the blanket covering her thighs, doubtful to meet her gaze.

Bucky looked… nervous, if you will.

She smiled, eyes tearing up despite herself as she waited for him to look back at her.

When he did, Bucky was instantly smiling back at the sight of her grin. That smile was the whole world for him; it sent him up on cloud nine.

“Have dinner with me?” He asked, his metal thumb wiping away a stray tear from the corner of her eye.

She nodded, her smile bigger as she got up and walked to the kitchen to make herself a plate, her heart going a hundred miles per minute as she couldn’t make her smile leave her face.

She wanted to be angrier over the fact that he got to choose and she didn’t, but then again, if she was being honest with herself, she probably could have never dreamt up a husband as good as Bucky was to her if she tried.

She believed that everything happened for a reason and she was too dreamy not to imagine that this whole marriage had to happen exactly the way it did just for her to meet this orc, and maybe, against all odds, have her happy ending with him.

Taking the lid off of the rice pot, she finally saw it: her palm covered in fresh blood.

“Oh gods!” She quickly washed her hand under the water, seeing and feeling no injuries, the realization that it must be Bucky’s blood sent a pang to her chest.

“Bucky?” Tears blurred her vision as she found the orc in the bathroom, trying and failing to remove the wrapping around his right palm with his left one.

She had been forced into this marriage, a union she never agreed to, but as she watched him struggle to tend to his wound, something inside her softened.

How did she not notice that he had come home with a covered up hand?

“Are you okay?!” Bucky asked, troubled to see her crying even when he was the one bleeding above his bathroom sink.

Her heart clenched at the sight; at the care in his cerulean eyes, “what happened to you?”

She sped up to get the first-aid box from him, getting out everything she was going to need as she looked at his bloody palm.

“It’s nothing, sweet thing,” Bucky told her softly, hating the look of anxiety on her precious face even if it was for him; even if it was making him feel all sorts of things, “just a scratch, really. Nothing I can’t handle”.

She tenderly finished unwrapping his hand, gasping as she saw the bleeding gash across it, “this doesn’t look like nothing!” She cried, more tears streaming down her face, “how did you get this?”

“I just hurt myself while working…” Bucky’s metal hand hesitantly pat her shoulder.

“Bucky.” She looked up at him, not believing that that was the only reason because the wound seemed to be loosely stitched and it was obvious that something had happened to make the wound bleed after it had been stitched.

“And I might have punched the wall when I came home and didn’t find you,” Bucky mumbled lowly, not wanting to make her feel bad.

It was just a silly scrape compared to what he had to endure back when he was still fighting wars, really.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed into the back of her hand, feeling terrible for all the things she has been putting him through ever since she came here.

“Hey, I’m okay.” Bucky’s metal hand cupped her cheek, his smooth thumb sliding across to wipe her tears.

“No, you’re not.” She shook her head in deep regret, not believing that he was still the one reassuring her in such a state.

“I am, I swear on our marriage.” Bucky wiped under her eyes patiently, caring about nothing but her heart carrying no burdens.

She was speechless because did Bucky just use their marriage to swear? Was it really that important to him that he would swear on it?

She didn’t care that this was an arranged marriage in possibly the most twisted of ways, a woman knew love when she encountered it and that orc’s eyes were showing nothing but pure love.

In the middle of her heart’s longing for a person to care about her, she couldn’t bring herself to step on Bucky’s. Trying to calm her down when he was the one injured and dripping blood? Yeah, that was an orc worth trying, caring and staying for.

“I’m— I’m gonna need to redo the stitches, is that okay?” She sniffled, relaxing herself as she wordlessly promised those concerned blue eyes to give them and this marriage her all.

“Yes.” Bucky smiled when he saw her wipe her tears away and the smile she gave him back made his heart soar.

“It might hurt a little, but just for a short bit, okay?”

Bucky nodded, not believing how delicately she was handling his huge hand with her smaller ones.

He was glad she never had to witness him back then or the actually deadly injuries he had had inflicted on him during wars. He wouldn’t have been able to take that look of fear in her eyes after every fight.

“Who did those sloppy stitches anyway?” She wondered in dissatisfaction with the work and Bucky swallowed hard.

She looked at him knowingly when he remained silent, “it was sweet tooth Sarah, wasn’t it?” She asked with half a smile as she started cautiously taking out the old stitches with the tweezers.

“Yes.” Bucky nodded sheepishly, “but Sam only called for her help because they don’t offer me help in the kingdom’s infirmaries.”

“What?!” Her head snapped up angrily.

They don’t offer him service at the infirmaries?! After all that he had done for this kingdom?

“I’m no longer a soldier of their own so…” Bucky shrugged with a sad smile.

Her expression went from angry to devastated to angry again in less than a second, “this is gonna sting a little.” She warned as she disposed of the old sutures in the bin.

“Don’t be upset, little human.”

She looked up, not knowing what to say or how to apologize to the orc about the terrible treatment of this kingdom’s people, but his smile told her that everything was going to be all right. She couldn’t help but smile back.

Her eyes swayed between his palm and his face as she started disinfecting the wound with the piece of sterilized cotton in her hand.

Bucky hissed and winced, making her stop at once.

“I’m sorry! I’m so so—”

“Ha, fooled ya! It’s not that bad,” Bucky laughed, amused at her reaction, instantly earning himself a slap on his shoulder with the back of her hand.

“Hey, you can’t do that to the injured!” Bucky whined playfully.

“Can’t I?” She teased, biting her smile back.

He smiled wider because she could.

Oh, she could do anything to him and he would take it with a smile and thank her for it.

For a heartbeat, the world around Bucky seemed to blur as he focused solely on her, engraving every detail of her smile into his memory. It was a sight he never wanted to forget, a ray of light in the darkness that had clouded his years for so long.

Everything was going to be okay, Bucky thought as he brought her to his chest with his metal arm, praying to the gods she wouldn’t pull away.

“I’m— I’m almost done,” she muttered coyly, trying to make him let her go so she could finish tending to his injury.

But then she felt it: her husband’s tusks were pressing gently on her scalp as Bucky kissed her hair.

Her breath caught in her throat, a mixture of surprise and tenderness washing over her as she felt herself wanting to stay longer inside his embrace.

“Thank you, little human,” he whispered lovingly.

As she tilted her head slightly to meet Bucky’s captivating eyes, she found herself lost in the depths of their oceans, catching a vulnerability she hadn't noticed before.

She looked deeper and she realized that beneath his rugged exterior lied a heart capable of great tenderness, a heart that might just beat for her and her alone.

She beamed again as she softly replied, “you’re welcome, Bucky.”

Yeah, they were going to be okay.

Part IV

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glitteredrry · 8 months

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harry’s love languages

summary: let’s explore all the love languages, and how it pertains to your relationship with harry.

warnings: fluff and the smallest bit of angst.

wc: 1.3k

author note: hello, i’m back from my little break. excuse any spelling errors i wrote this at 2 AM. enjoy!

1) acts of service

Throughout your relationship with Harry, you knew one thing for certain he had a heart of gold. His soul was like no other that you had previously dated. From that very first week, you knew that he was different from other guys. You and Harry met due to the unfortunate meeting of you going off on him being a noise disruption, and you having to find out you moved next to a struggling musician. After you left his place, you felt guilty about how abrasive you were. You knocked on his door with takeout in one hand and red wine in the other, and from there you two hit it off. For the following weeks, depending on how both of your schedules worked out you would eat dinner together. During one of your dates with him, you mentioned how because of your schedule with work you never had the time to go stop in the morning to get coffee. Harry’s face immediately frowned but he chose not to continue the topic. So, imagine the surprise when Harry showed up at your door bright in the morning with coffee and a pastry. He didn’t say much and never wanted any money back from it. It was something that he was more than happy to do, and some days that he was in a rush he would often leave it to the side. Your feelings for him were growing rapidly because of how attentive he was. If he noticed a certain drink that you liked at his house he would make sure for it to always be stocked. You would leave him on the couch in your apartment to go take a shower, then end up seeing him in your sink cleaning the few dishes you had inside. He never complained, you never forced him to do these things he did them all out of the kindness of his heart. Your love for him grew, and your relationship grew, but these acts of service never stopped.

2) gift giving

Fighting is normal for every couple right? You get in an argument, say something stupid, and then your significant other buys you a gift…then all is forgiven. Well, not for you. The arguments started because of the gifts and would only cause another argument if another gift was given. As soon as you and Harry hit the one-month mark in your new relationship, you bought each other a gift. It was meant to be something silly but something that would be significant in your relationship. Well, that’s what you told him and he agreed to a budget. No more than $20, so you couldn’t understand why you opened the box with a bracelet that you knew was more than $20. The argument was just that you couldn’t understand why he was trying to spoil you and he just had to explain it because he feels that you deserve it. Once your relationship hit the year mark, you knew that his giving qualities weren't going to fade away. So, the argument subsided but the gifts continued. From fresh flowers sitting in the kitchen in your shared apartment weekly, to him deciding to spend money on any recent hobby you picked up.

3) physical touch

If you were to look up the term clingy, Harry would be pictured right next to it. Looking back, you could remember the signs of him being someone who loved physical touch. It was in the first few months when you had noticed it. If you were sitting together Harry wouldn’t miss the opportunity to lay his head on your shoulder. It didn’t matter if it was just the two of you in the comfort of your home, or out with a group of friends. He didn’t miss a beat. His hand rested in between your thighs, First, he gave a joke saying he needed the warmth of your thighs for his cold fingertips, eventually, it became his place of comfort. His body entangled in yours as you both slipped into a different world in your sleep. Harry never told you that once he slips into his sleep, his mind travels to a different universe. You were always by his side. His hand in yours. You were his forever home.

4) quality time

Harry was one of the healthiest relationships that you’ve ever had. After your first anniversary, you knew he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He was gracious, kind, giving, and an all-around amazing boyfriend…although he was amazing doesn’t mean he was perfect. By the time you were living together shortly after your anniversary you learned something about Harry you didn’t know before. He was shit at time management. You didn’t ever get to understand or see this side of him since you both lived in two separate apartments. Harry would have to fit you into his schedule, and it had never been a problem before. Yet, when you moved in with him you were often left with last-minute text, cold food, and a silent apartment. You had never been with a musician before so you couldn’t quite grasp that his schedule fluctuates. One day he could be home before the sunsets, another day he could be getting home at 3 AM. At first, you brushed it off, but once Harry didn’t make it to dinner for a week straight you couldn't help but feel his absence. You took a shower and spent the entire time overthinking the situation, you couldn’t understand why Harry went from in the beginning spending dinner with you multiple nights out the week to not showing up at all. So, when you mix overthinking and coming up with your conclusion it never works out. You couldn’t help but think that Harry might be getting sick of this relationship. Maybe living together wasn’t meant to be. So, once Harry came home to you around midnight, he couldn’t understand the distance he felt between you two. His heart couldn’t take the feeling it had that you might be upset with him. Once he asks, it opens up a healthy conversation. You asked if he was feeling any second thoughts about living together. He asked what made you think that. You explained, he listened with a heavy heart. He calmed your thoughts explaining that this is how his job works, and how he should have communicated better about it. Harry only had to hear your concern one time because he never made you want to feel lonely in a relationship. From there he spent and free time he had within his to go be with you when it fit both of your schedules. From sharing sandwiches on your lunch break, going to the studio as he writes, or making a special night for dinner and a movie at home. Harry never again neglected that quality time with you, he never wanted to take your love for granted.

5) words of affirmation

Harry was big on finding a way to constantly fill up your cup. He wanted you to be confident always, he always wanted you to believe in yourself as much as he does. Harry didn’t miss an opportunity to give you reassuring words. He left sticky notes all around the home wanting you to find them. Somehow whatever sticky note you found is what you need to hear at the moment. Thank you for walking this journey of life with me. You’re better than any dream I could have. My home, have a beautiful day. You inspire me. There aren’t enough words in the world to explain my love for you. With each sticky note, you discover your saved. He didn’t stop there. He was constantly complimenting you in more ways than one. Your cooking, your beauty, and your mind. Harry’s words filled something in your soul that couldn’t be explained. So, how could you say no to him when he got on one knee on the day of your third anniversary?

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tare-anime · 2 months

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Yor never had any valuable jewelry, until her husband bought one for her. (AO3, Comedy, Fluff, Rings, Pre-reveal)

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Yor is sitting near the pond at the mall.

They are currently on their “scheduled date to maintain true couple persona”. Yor is currently waiting for Loid who has been going to buy them a refreshment after roaming around the mall.

Yor is very grateful for the small break. Because after “working overtime” for 4 consecutive nights, she is quite tired. She has put on her most convincing smile throughout their date, but it seems Loid can still see the underlying tiredness in her.

No, Yor!! Don’t be ungrateful!! She shakes her head vehemently. Loid is tired too, but he is still going on with the schedule.

She then slaps her cheeks. Come on! Be more energetic!

“Oh my gosh!! This is truly very pretty, darling!!”

A squeal of delight coming from her left makes Yor turns her head to observe the source.

A couple has just exited a jewelry store. The woman is admiring the gem on her finger while at the same time nuzzling the man.

“Nothing but the best for my dear darling!” Yor hears the man return the gesture.

Soon after they share a very passionate kiss that Yor’s face feels warm and she has to avert her eyes.

Is giving gifts and kissing in public a normal thing for couples to do?? She puts both of her palms on her cheeks, hoping to ease the warmth there before Loid returns.

Suddenly she gasps when she remembers the day’s conversation at the break room of City Hall.

“Look at this new necklace and earrings my boyfriend bought me!!” Millie squealed in delight.

“It’s a cheap imitation.” Sharon answered uninterestedly, puffing out smoke through the opened window.

“It’s the intention that matters the most!” Millie chirped.

“Right. And that is exactly the sign that he is cheating.” Camilla scoffed and yet she eyed the jewelry intently.

“You guys are just jealous because your partners didn’t buy you anything.” Millie looked at her reflection in the mirror and aligned her head right to left. “Look at Yor-senpai. She didn’t find this strange because her gorgeous husband must’ve bought her plenty of things, right??”

“Ah.. uh….” Yor blabbered her answers when three pairs of eyes focused on her.

Returning to the present, Yor's mouth squiggles. Oh no! Loid and I never buy each other anything. Does this make us suspicious??

Yor dreadfully look at the Jewelry Store. Maybe I should–...

“Sorry for waiting, Yor.”

“GAAHH!!” Yor jumps in her seat upon hearing Loid’s soft voice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–...” Loid is taken aback.

“No no no !! It’s alright. I was just spacing out.” She forces a smile.

Loid tilts his head and gives her the drink, “Are you tired?”

Accepting the drink Yor immediately denies, “No! Not at all. I was just…” She glances at the jewelry store. “I just remembered that at City Hall today….”

She shakes her head. No, Yor. Don’t be silly. You can’t just buy Loid anything. You haven’t asked whether Loid is comfortable with wearing any jewelry.

And thus she smiles at Loid and says, “Nevermind. So, where are we going next?”

But Loid is seen following her gaze and then he asks, “Shall we take a look?”

Yor is aghast, “No! That’s not what I meant. There were a couple that–...”

“To be honest, I’ve been thinking of buying you a ring for a long time,” He cuts her and smiles, “And now may be the best moment.”

Yor wrings her hand, “No need. You already gave me a ring.”

“Huh?” Loid furrows his brows, “I don’t think I ever give you…??”

“That night. After Cammila’s party. When we were…uumm” Yor’s suddenly finds her heart beating faster when she recites the moment when they exchange their vows.

Loid’s face dawns and he whispers, “You keep that?”

“Of course!” Yor exclaims, “You gave it to me!”

She sees how his mouth moves through clenched jaw before he says, “We shall go to the store right now. I insist.”

Yor confusedly answers, “But I–...”

“It’s a very normal thing a couple do, Yor.” Loid suddenly turns serious, “If I don't do it, people might get suspicious about us.”

Yor gasps. So what Millie said was true after all!!

With new determination, Yor nods and stands up

Both of them then march to the jewelry store.

“Something caught your interest, Ma’am?” Yor turns to look at the elderly woman who happens to run the store.

She bites her lower lips and mumbles, “I’m not sure. All of these are sparkling and beautiful.”

Yor furrows her brows hard. I never really had any jewelry before. Which one should I choose? A good value for money? The most sparkling one? The one that can be used as a secret weapon??

Loid tries to help her, “Perhaps you can arrange a custom-made one?”

“Absolutely, Sir! Please kindly sit here and wait for a moment.” The woman gestures to the stools at the corner of the store and hastily goes to the inner part of the shop.

Yor’s eyes bulge. “Wait, Loid. That might be-...”

“You can have something more to your liking that way, no?” He smiles gently and leads Yor to sit down with him.

Yor nods at his logic.

Before long the shop owner comes back and sits in front of them. She then carefully places a tray covered in black velvet at the table in front of them. On top of the tray lay numerous gems in different cutting and colors.

Yor’s jaw drops in awe. “Wow…..”

“We can start by choosing the stone that you like, Ma’am.” The shop owner gestures at the gems.

Yor glances at the elder lady before licking her lips nervously and focusing on the gems in front of her.

I never thought buying jewelry would be this difficult! She internally shouts in frustration.

After several seconds of silence, the shop owner chimes, “May I suggest some advice?”

Yor looks at her pleadingly, “Please do!!”

The elder woman smiles gently, “While it’s true the stones are different by their values, their color, or even their cutting, it doesn't define how one chooses their lucky stones. Just choose your favorite one. The one that can give you courage. The one that can be your good luck charm. That is the best way to choose your treasures.”

Yor blinks when she tries to comprehend the advice.

Soon after, Loid chimes from her side, “For example, you can choose the stone according to your favorite color.”

She turns her head and looks at her husband who smiles supportively to her right, while hearing the shop lady agree with him, “That is such a wonderful example, Sir!”

Favorite colors, huh? She muses while looking directly at Loid’s eyes.

Yor looks back at the shop owner and whispers, “Then, do you have a gem that’s the same color as his eyes?”

At the same time, she hears Loid sputters, and the shop owner squeals.

Huh??! What?? Did I say something wrong??

“Oh my. Oh my. OH MY!!! Of course, I have, dear!!” the shop owner practically screeches in delight and runs to the back of the shop, “Wait here!”

Yor is truly confused by the commotion happening around her.

“Yo-... Yor?? Are you sure that is the color that you want?”

Yor turns her attention back to her husband, and she nods. “Yes. I’ve always loved how your eyes are like the clear water of the ocean. They are beautiful. Calm. Peaceful. And… I’ve always felt accepted when I look at them.”

Suddenly, Loid clamps his mouth as his face turns a shade of red.

Oh no!! I really did something wrong, didn't I?? Loid must be angry with me!! Yor flabbergast. Immediately she tries to backpedal, “No, Loid I’m sor–...”

“Here are my collections!” The shop owner returns with vigor and puts another tray in front of them. “They range from the modest to the best to the–..”

“I’m sorry, I think I’ll–...”

Before she can muster the sentence, Loid slams the table and slides his card to the shop owner.

He then growls, “The best one. Give my wife the best stone you have!!”

The shop owner’s eyes glint as she nods vigorously, “Of course, Sir!”

Huh???

That day, they ended up buying a very beautiful stone and even made a custom ring, whose design was consulted with Yor for several days until she granted her assent.

Today, Yor is vibrating with excitement when she returns home from her latest assignment which made her return home later than usual.

It’s too bad that Anya has gone to bed so she cannot share the excitement with the child, but she can always show it to her daughter later.

After a quick shower, she immediately joins Loid in their living room for their nightly tea routine.

Still giddy, she sits on her usual spot on the loveseat and shows him the small velvet box.

“Oh! It’s done already?” Loid smiles.

Yor smiles brightly and nods. “It is!!”

“Have you tried it?”

She shakes her head, “Not yet.”

She then smiles brightly and rambles, “I’ve seen the design and it’s gorgeous. I’m sure the real thing will be even more beautiful. So I want to show you first. And I want you to be the one who put it–..”

She halts her tongue.

Wait wait, Yor!! If you ask Loid to put the ring on your finger, doesn’t it mean…..

All of a sudden she remembers a romantic scene from Berlint in Love. It was such a peak romantic and fulfilling scene that Yor can’t help but shed a tear in happiness for the two characters.

And that might be also what nudges her to have the silly idea of asking Loid in the first place. It sounds like a good idea at first, but…..

Her heart starts to beat faster and faster.

She grips the box hard and looks at the floor. Oh no. Oh No! I should–...

“Yor.”

She snaps her head at her husband. “Y–... yes??”

“May I?” He kneels in front of her, opening his palm up.

Since when did he???

Her lip squiggles. “Uuuh… maybe… maybe it’s best if….”

He tugs at the box. “Please?”

Yor forcefully relaxes her finger, letting Loid take the box from her.

He then opens the box with one hand, while his other hand gently takes her left hand.

Yor feels her chest about to burst.

Her face feels extremely hot.

When she feels the cold ring touch her finger, she flinches.

She cannot take it any longer so she shuts her eyes.

She is focusing so hard to hold back her violent reflexes, especially when she feels Loid’s reverent touch as he slides the ring onto her finger.

After what felt like forever, Yor finally felt the ring settle perfectly on her finger.

For some unknown reason, the sensation makes her tremble.

“Yor. Breathe….”

“Phwaaaahh….” She lets go of the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

She can hear Loid’s whispers. “You can open your eyes too.”

Slowly Yor opens her eyes and immediately she comes face to face with Loid, who for some reason flushes red.

“Beautiful.”

Yor blinks. “Huh?”

Loid gulps, “The-... The ring. Look.”

Yor looks down and gasps.

She then lifts her hand to observe the ring under their living room’s lamp.

Yor really is in awe. The ring truly is beautiful. And… “It does have the same color as your eye ”

Loid splutters.

“Loid?”

“Te–.. Tea??”

Just like that time, Loid is seen clamping his mouth and his face turns extremely red. “Are you alright, Loid?”

He nods stiffly and returns to his seat in an awkward motion.

His odd behavior concerns Yor, but if the man says that he’s alright, then Yor has to believe him.

She clutches at her finger as she smiles. “Thank you so much, Loid. I’ll treasure this forever!”

Despite his condition, her husband manages to smile brightly and nods.

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I was enchanted when I watched 7th Time Loop anime, that I hunted down the light novel. After reading these particular scenes, that made me squeal and wrung my leg like a schoolgirl, I knew I HAD to make the TwiYor version. ^^

#spy x family #yor forger #loid forger #twiyor #sxf fic #spy x family fanfic #fluff #comedy #ring #my late valentine 2024 entry #🥰🥰🥰🥰

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viiiiiiiiiin · 3 months

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What do you guys do on Valentine's Day !! (GN reader)

Includes: Nami , Robin , Sanji , Law , Kid , Ace , Sabo.

Masterlist

A / N: SORRY ITS SHORT !!@ Im writing this on a phone and with a headache. I hope you guys enjoy 😣

Cat Burglar: Nami

If you guys just recently got into a relationship , she's very frugal with her money. Though , if you guys have been in a relationship for a while , she's more than willing to spoil you.

She probably started growing some flowers for you in the garden !

She's had this day planned out for a while , actually. She made the crew dock at an island and reserved a table at the fanciest restaurant she could find there.

Then , she would book (or bribe someone to book) a private room for you two. She would get you a rose (that she grew) before you even arrived.

She's over here wearing a beautiful dress , hair done and everything. She even bought you a beautiful suit / dress / fit to match with hers !

After the date , she takes you to a hotel and spends the entire night with you. You guys even go out on a shopping spree ! New clothes , jewlery , weapons , whatever you guys wanted ! All discounted , of course.

You guys end the night with a cuddle session in your room ! (Or a fun night. It depends)

Devil's Child: Nico Robin

She's VERY romantic with you.

She's gotta have SOMETHING on you the entire day. Rather it be holding hands , kissing your cheek , hugging your waist , or rubbing your shoulders. She just loves making you flustered !

She takes this entire day spoiling you. She uses her devil fruit to massage you and make you relax.

You guys even take a rosey bath together ! She may even get hansy there too . .

She asks Sanji to cook you two something you both love so you can eat together while bathing or in the girls' room.

She also spends time reading with you ! She introduces you to her favorite love stories.

She ends the night with a cuddle session as well. She's probably the big spoon lol.

Blackleg: Vinsmoke Sanji

The most romantic out of all of them !

Breakfast in bed (your favorite) , lunch is all of your favorites , and so is dinner ! He loves the little faces you make when eating the stuff you love.

He definitely put rose pedals in your room. He gave you so many gifts throughout the day that you didn't have enough room for them all ! Chocolate , flowers , etc.

He makes the entire day about the both of you. He hugs you and kisses you all day !

He even sets up a candle lit bath for the both of you. Roses around the tub , warm bubble bath , and some exotic sweets for the both of you.

He , like Robin , has to have his hands on you the entire time. He loves you so , so much.

Surgeon of Death: Trafalgar D. Water Law

He didn't even remember that it was Valentine's Day until you gave him a gift.

He felt horrible for forgetting about it. He had been so , so busy with his studies. And what he was going to do about Kaido.

He makes it up to you by docking at the neatest island and taking you out to eat. Even though he doesn't like PDA or public affection.

He gives you a rose while his face is LIT UP with red. He's so embarrassed. Shh he's trying his best.

When you guys came back to the Polar Tang , he tries to finish his studies but allows you to be in there with him.

Once he's done , he bathes and goes to sleep with you. He's probably the little spoon . . .

Eustass "Captain" Kid

He's . . Horrible . . At romantic stuff.

He gives you a little heart trinket while blushing madly.

He brings you out to eat (and almost burned the place down because of the way people looked at you).

He asks Killer for advice. He doesn't know what he's doing , at all. He tries to follow what he said to do , but he fails. He's trying , don't blame him.

He held you close the entire day and made sure everyone knew that he was your boyfriend.

Though he won't admit it , his heart is racing like crazy. If you point it out , he'll yell and deny it.

Firefist: Portgas D. Ace

When you guys docked on the closest island , he took you on a picnic date ! He asked Thatch to make your favorites and his favorites.

He took one of your shared blankets and sat near the sea.

He never believed he could be loved , but you proved him wrong. That's why this day is so important to him.

He brought flowers ! A whole bouquet. He won't say it , but he used your money for it since he was out.

Anyways. He held you the entire time (when he wasn't asleep) , and you guys both had very heartfelt conversations.

You guys fell asleep together , counting the stars and talking about how each line of stars reminds you of something different.

Fire Emperor: Sabo

He had been planning what he'd do for a while too.

He pretended like he forgot. Once you "reminded" him , he acted surprised.

Eventually , he surprised you with a romantic date at an expensive fancy restaurant.

Dragon gave him the funds for it ! He encouraged you both and smiled as he walked out.

He even made a tray of your favorite sweets ! Even though he's not the best baker , he tried his best.

He tries to make you smile the ENTIRE time. He just loves how you look ! Rather you have an upward smile , an upside down smile , a chubby face with a smile , or a skinny face with a smile , he loves it all. He loves YOU.

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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mamma mia (again) ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member! ofc)

“they ask me why i’m so hot, ‘cause i’m italiano.”

summary: a series of video clips, but it’s only just danny ric being in love with a certain lester alessandro.

content warning: hint or two of suggestive comments (nothing detailed or graphic), use of explicit language, filler blurb or something, danny being a simp for few videos straight (“have my kids” type beat), lester being an etsy and pinterest enthusiast, literally posted this blurb from my phone so they’re crazy about their image limits 😩

note: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE 105 FOLLOWERS?! UHM? seriously, i’ve never been so happy. i honestly only started posting these because i have them ingrained in my brain and won’t let go until i write or make something. just indulging my imagination you know? enjoy xx

masterlist

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏

【VIDEO ONE — daniel ricciardo is a gatekeeper】

[1st image: yeah, i dunno. everyone just found out that i made it official with my girlfriend and i’m pretty sure i just saw lando weeping in his room. max was the second to react to it and i’m so sure he recoiled. he did say that he didn't want to know what happened in imola few months ago.]

[2nd: interviewer: what happened in imola few months ago? daniel: *chuckles* wouldn’t you like to know - nah, i’m messing about. nothing happened in imola besides from me retiring to my bed early. i think we were both drunk when i posted that photo and i know it looks lewd but there's no way we could've done anything questionable.]

[3rd: d: but yeah. we didn't really want to catch that much attention until maybe i don't know... when we're married or something *chuckles* i: keep it a secret until the wedding? d: yeah. but charles, the absolute fool, posted videos during the concert with me in the background. It would've been real nice if no one caught onto it until we had a mini ric running and racing, you know? just to wreak havoc.]

【VIDEO TWO — daniel ricciardo talks about lester’s love language in his gq video】

[1st: i got this journal from lori. it has my initials "DR" on it for daniel ricciardo*laughs* it's one of those many first gifts that i’ve gotten from her throughout our first few months of dating. her love language isn't just shitting on my life -she has every single aspect of love language within her and this is one of them.]

[2nd: when she gave this to me, all she said was "you can write out your thoughts if you can't let them out through your mouth. *giggles* "she clearly had her thoughts sorted out that time especially when she showed me a page with an embossed phrase or nickname, "tasso di miele" - it means honey badger. she apparently bought the custom embosser from etsy and almost fought tooth and nail just to get it in time. *laughs even more* i love her so much, i honestly wanted to cry that day.]

[3rd: lori actually has a laptop with *laughs* itunes on it and she still got some playlists from 2010-2014? yeah. she’s put a lot of old taylor swift songs in my ipod during the christmas break. my favourite album right now is speak now. she loves red.]

【VIDEO THREE — lester hates ashy hands confirmed】

[1st: daniel: i think i should just cover my hands with gloves all the time. lando: that literally has nothing to do with anything that we're about to do. d: lori tells me that my hands are rough whenever she holds them.]

[2nd: l: or you know... you can just use a hand lotion all the time because your hands dry up real fast? d: ah that's true. i wonder if that's why lori just casually put a bottle of hand cream on my travel bag. the thing smells nice though. it’s chamomile.]

【VIDEO FOUR — it’s okay to spoil your partner; even if it’s an accent chair from her pinterest board】

[1st: d: lori just sent me a picture of an armchair from ikea. l: why was she randomly in ikea, by the way? I saw the text. d: window shopping. but anyway, she saw this armchair that she had on her pinterest board. she asked "pretty or no?" with the green velvet chair. l: what did you tell her?]

[2nd: word to word? I texted her "LOL you should see the accent chair I've gotten you for our flat in monaco." l: are you serious? *laughs* d: she wouldn't tell me what she wanted for her birthday. I only got a brief idea when she left her phone in my pocket once and gave me a free access to her pinterest boards.]

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bisexual-horror-fan · 5 months

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Do-Over-December 11th. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Candy Cane. Poly!Ghostface. "Candied Glass."

Hello, hello, hello! We are back on track and tryna stick to it! Poly!Ghostface Christmas fuckery! I hope you all enjoy this and missed this as much as I have! Onwards with re-doing Kinky December! Not much else to say but let's goooo-

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Rating. Explict. Length. 2.7K (Old Length. 2.4K.) Warnings. Light Holiday Fluff. Masturbation. Sex Toys. Dirty Talk. Exhibitionism. Light Tempature Play. Impatiant Boys. Cunnilingus. Dirty Pictures.

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It’s mid-December and the holiday break is about to be upon the college campus you attended. It was your first winter break with your boyfriends Billy and Stu, you had gotten together with them last spring and things had honestly been going pretty good.

Okay, okay, better than pretty good, it’s been amazing. Billy and Stu had already been together prior to you coming into the picture. You all started off as friends, and you’d developed a serious crush on them, but you didn’t do anything about it, scared to make any kind of move because they were already with each other.

It had all the hallmarks of an all consuming crush, musing and daydreaming about what could be, desperate to spend any time you could with them. Said extreme longing was not helped by the fact that they returned those lingering looks and fleeting touches that had you questioning if they were into you too, but you pushed those feelings down.

You seriously tried not to look too deeply into it when they were nice, like when Stu offered to buy your textbook for a class you needed. You had protested, but Stu gave you a shrug and a wink as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, saying, “Don’t worry about it.”

Or when Billy remembered your coffee order and brought you one to your shared class one morning when he knew you had a rough late night the day before trying to finish an essay. It went on like that for a couple of months but one night after a party, the three of you were hanging out in their apartment, all still kinda drunk and sitting around, a quiet moment broken when Stu spoke up, “You know we are into polyamory right?”

And just like that, the rest was history. You started dating them, and it had been pretty fucking great thus far. With the break about to kick off it meant some time apart, you’d met them at school and were from a different town than them, you all have plans to return to your respective families for the holidays.

You wished you three could have spent it together, but it wasn’t possible with how far away your hometown was away from theirs. So instead, the three of you were having a small celebration, to do your gift exchange before the real holidays hit.

You three had all night to spend together, and so far you had watched a couple of movies, had some dinner and were currently deep in opening gifts. You were college students and set a budget but Stu, with all of his parent's money at his disposal, he totally went over the limit to spoil Billy and you. Mostly you because Billy had already had the talk numerous times throughout their friendship/relationship to quote- “Fucking knock it off, man.”

So Stu still did spoil him, but not as much as he used to.

Spoiling you was new and exciting and fun. He loved how flustered you got, unused to such attention. He had gotten you a new coat you had been looking at but deemed too expensive previously you were going to stick it out, but Stu said fuck that, it’s winter, you deserve a good coat. Stu also got you the newest book in a series you enjoyed, and some new headphones and a few other things. Billy had gotten you one of those giant three wick candles in one of your favourite scents and a sweater that he admitted Stu helped pick out, but he bought.

You loved all of it.

You had pulled the sweater on and were just thinking about getting the dessert you had made for the three of you to share when Stu pulled out another gift, and you rolled your eyes as you chided him, tone flat, “Stu. Another?”

“Last one! I promise!” He said, holding one hand up as the other held onto the gift. Billy looked over and smirked, pointing at the package as he asked, “Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?”

Stu’s smile widened, and he wiggled his eyebrows in that way that made you snicker as he replied to Billy, “You know it!”

He handed you the package, and you placed it in your lap as you inquired, “Billy in on this one?”

“To be fair, I was in on all of them.” Of course, they conspired against you, but to be fair, you did the exact same thing, telling Billy what you got for Stu and vice versa. You just wanted to make sure you didn’t get the same thing and make sure your gifts were good enough.

“Why am I not surprised?” You finally set to open the present, tearing at the paper apart, letting the shreds fall onto the hardwood floor with the rest, the torn wrapping was about ankle deep around the couch where the three of you were sitting.

You opened the box and couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you serious?”

See, you had wanted something like this. You had never owned any sex toys previously and had expressed interest in getting some now that you were out of your parent's house and away at college you wouldn’t have to worry about them finding them, and you had the privacy and space to use them comfortably. It was a very thoughtful gift, but you weren’t expecting this to be what he went with.

You reached into the box and lifted out the toy and held it up. It is a glass dildo, smooth and weighty and in the shape of a candy cane, and striped like one to boot. Billy was laughing a little behind his hand, and Stu managed to hold back his laughter, but only barely. Stu hit Billy on the leg, and he nodded once before clearing his throat and putting on a more serious look as he asked, tone surprisingly even, “What, you don’t like it, baby?”

They shared a look, and you smirked and turned it over in your hands, and Stu said, “Yeah. It’s appropriate, don’t you think?”

You nodded with your lips pursed and looked Stu in the eyes as you said in your own serious tone, “I’ll give you this much, Stu.” You pointed at him with the end of the dildo as you finished your thought, “-It’s very festive.”

That did it, and the three of you broke down laughing. You laughed too much and too long, but when you all stopped you were in the middle of your boys, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders and hugging them, “Thank you for the gifts, boys. I love them.”

The rest of the night continued on, the boys loved their gifts just as much, dessert was shared, and you all talked about what your plans over the holidays were. You were going to miss them so much, and they were going to miss you too, but you were still planning on spending the night tonight, then going off back home tomorrow.

You ended up in bed with them, of course. Two weeks apart would be bad enough as it was, you needed to try and get your fill of them tonight. You were sitting on Billy’s lap, his back was to the headboard of the bed, and you were currently in deep and lost making out with him, his hands roaming on your clothed form. You felt the mattress dip behind you, feeling Stu get onto the bed, one of his hands on your hip and his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, “Got started without me?”

And with a hum you pulled back breaking the kiss with Billy and reached back, fingers finding Stu’s short hair and looking up at him,“You were taking so long, it’s not my fault Billy has no patience.”

Billy rolled his eyes, the action is playful, head tilting back as he says, “C’mon, you see her man, how am I supposed to have her in bed and not do something.”

Stu’s hand under your chin and tilting your head up at a more aggressive angle, “Very true, impossible to resist.”

Then he was pulling you into a kiss of his own, you kissed him back easily and Billy had leaned forward now, his mouth on your neck and fuck this was the best. Three of you taking turns and hands all over each other, it always heated up so quickly. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of whose hands or mouth were where, but you weren’t about to complain about getting so much attention when it felt this good.

Fingers started to explore further and breathing was picking up. It felt way too hot for your sweater soon and Billy was helping you take it off and threw it aside, and you started to help him with his shirt, Stu was still pressed to you, and he whispered in your ear, “We got a little something in mind for you baby.”

Stu’s hands were pulling your shirt up, and you let him help you take it off, his hands were on your breasts, groping at you through your bra and you hummed questioningly,

“Mmmhmm?” You hummed questioningly, and he said, “Yeah, somethin’ we want to see you do.”

You were already so turned on that you were down for basically anything, “What is it?”

A look shared between the two of them, and they knew by how you responded that you were in the right mood to be open with them. Stu wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up a few inches, you let him and assisted, standing up on your knees as Billy took to removing your skirt. Then you were just in your panties and Stu had removed your bra as Billy moved out of the way, and you were put in his place, leaning against the pillows and headboard. Stu had his hands behind his back and after a moment he showed you what he was holding and-

It was that same present as before, you snickered and asked as your gaze ran over the glass candy cane in his hand, and you deadpanned,“Seriously?”

Billy ran his fingers through his hair before moving closer and leaning over you, one of Stu’s hands lands on your thigh, spreading your legs and Billy, much closer to you now, was looking into your eyes as he said, “Seriously. We think it’d be hot to watch you use it on yourself for us.”

Just like that, you were in. You would do just about anything for either of them solo, but having both of them wanting something from you? No way could you say no.

You nodded once and the toy was placed in your hand and the boys backed off a bit, getting comfortable on the end of the bed, and you settled in. You weren’t sure how to start, you hadn’t used toys before at all, let alone one made of glass. It seemed sturdy, good quality, you turn it over in your hand as you looked at them and bit your bottom lip, they were watching you. As the thought and the situation fully washed over you, this was hot, you were much more into this idea than you thought. You’d done a lot with them, but certainly had not done a dedicated time masturbating in front of them. This was something special, it could be another gift of sorts, a new experience, new memories foraged with them.

Why not put on a show?

You started simply, pressing the toy to your damp panties and sliding it up and down, a slow tease for them and you. Sliding up and down, more pressure, focusing on your clit a bit more with each pass, and it was starting to feel pretty good, hips tilting up more into the cool sensation of the toy.

All too soon you wanted more, and your fingers hooked in the crotch of your panties, you pulled them aside, bringing the toy down and touching it to your soaked flesh. You weren’t expecting it to be so cold, you shivered a little.

“That good?” Stu inquired, brows raised and Billy was smirking, arm thrown around Stu’s shoulders, and he asked teasingly, “Yeah? You’re shaking already.”

“ ‘M fine, it’s just cold.” It’s a half lie as you slide the toy up and down a few more times before finally dipping inside yourself and oh-

Oh, fuck.

You didn’t expect that at all.

How good the difference in temperature felt. You were burning hot and the toy being so cold gave such a unique sensation, you slide the toy in as far as it would go, holding onto the hooked end with one hand. It slid in so easily. Another thing you didn’t plan on was how little lube it needed, the glass was so smooth, no ridges, it glides in and out with very minimal effort.

It was unrelenting as you clenched on it, no give to it at all, that was something you weren’t used to either. Okay you got it, from just a minute of pushing it in and pulling it back out, thrusting back and forth experimentally you understood the appeal. You wouldn’t need to play this up much at all, it felt good, damn good.

You vocalized it, soft moans crossing your lips, head falling back onto the pillows as you played, thighs spreading wider, you tilted the toy and brushed that spot inside just right and gasped.

“Ah! Oh, fuc- that’s good.”

You needed your underwear gone, toy leaving you for only a moment, holding it in one hand you arched your hips and the other hand slid down and set to removing your panties, you pulled them off and with a coy smile you tossed them to the boys. Stu caught them, both looked very amused and seemed to be enjoying the show immensely.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it yourself, ass touching back down on the sheets you slipped the toy back in and resumed a steady pace, eyes rolling back as you did, my God this was fun. Having them watch you, doing this so close to them, finding pleasure in yourself and them enjoying every second of seeing you get off.

A hand met your ankle, and you looked down to see Billy getting between your legs, “Apparently cold is good.”

Apparently he was still impatient.

You nodded once, a harder thrust, and you moaned again, Billy’s hand slid up your leg and over your thigh and his hand nudged yours. You got the hint, moving your hand away, he leaned in close, his tongue ran over your clit and that your back arched. The cold glass, his hot breath and even hotter mouth around your straining clit, it was so much to handle. He had been paying good attention, he angled the toy just right to hit that sweet spot, and you were unable to stop the loud moan that left your mouth.

Stu had moved up to be closer to you again, and he was kissing you and one of his hands was on your breasts and teasing one of your nipples and oh my God. You might have been laughing when you first opened up that present and laid your eyes on that toy, but you sure as shit weren’t laughing now.

The rest of the night was amazing and needed. The three of you, all entangled together, soaking up every second you could because you knew that you wouldn’t have the chance for a while.

You packed the toy and brought it home, you might have had a round or two on your own and sent the boys a few pictures.

The one of you in your Christmas sweater and a skirt flipped up, wet pussy on display, face down ass up for the camera while you had one hand sliding the toy in and the fingers of your other on your clit was Billy’s personal favourite. The one you snapped with you in your family living room, late at night after everyone else had gone to bed, in just a robe, fully opened, exposing your naked body, lights from the tree as you laid on the floor in front of it dancing over your body as you used that same toy was Stu’s favourite.

Only one problem was that now you can’t look at candy canes without getting a bit wet and wanting to squirm while missing your boys.

Christmas can’t come all the time but thanks to that lovely little gift you certainly were.

#Billy Loomis x reader #Stu Macher x reader #Poly!Ghostface x reader #Do-Over-December #BHF writing #ENJOY

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maopll · 1 year

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Hello!

Can I request Ayato, Zhongli, Al-Haitham and Kaveh getting a hand-crafted sculpture (a small one not a humongous one) from their sculptor girlfriend?

AS I CAPTURED YOU IN MY ART

| genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: HSHSHSH anon if I was physically there with these feast for the eyes men I would hold them down and paint a thousand portraits. this is basically me in a nutshell if I was ever there.

⌗:, warning: none

⌗:, pairings: ayato, zhongli, alhaitham and kaveh w/ fem!reader (separately)

,,sculpting has always been your favourite task, and being a sculptor yourself, you have great taste in selecting only the things that are alluring and charming. so when you have a man who is so beautiful and also your lover...hohoho these hands won't be keeping to themselves.

AYATO KAMISATO ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

the mole beneath his soft lips, the periwinkle droopy soft eyes, and the fluffy cloud-like hair. how can he look so dignified and charming at the same time? even though you like his composoed demeanor but when you two are alone and he has his hair in a loose ponytail with hair slicked back, you drool and have heart eyes.

you are a sculptor and what better way to carve him out of precious jades for you to preserve his beauty? so you did just that. you found yourself some noctilucous jade when you were in liyue. they were not in bulk amounts but atlesst you would be able to capture his face.

ayato had a separate place arranged for you in the kamisato estate because you were their most frequent visitor and you would even stay a few nights or so in there. while he would retire to his bed for the night he would knock on your door to see if you would sleep now but he would only be met with a "I'll sleep later !" from you follower by a few clashing and clinking sounds. he was worried you were up to no good but he decided to believe you.

so just imagine his sheer surprise when he had a perfectly carved portrait of his from noctilucous jade. it was truly a precious gift but he wondered who gave it to him but after tracing his memories back he knew you made it.

he had this lovesick smile on his face and a slight blush dusting his cheeks as he patiently waited for your return so that he can reciprocate his love to you for making such a priceless piece for him and him only. you bought the noctilucous jade with his money, but it's fine

ZHONGLI ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

he is the god of stone and contracts so could there possibly be someone who can carve better sculptors other than the god himself ? yes and that's why you are here

he looks like a masterpiece and you are not going to have regrets later in the future thinking that you could not sculpt him so you brought some random stone you found in Mt.Hulao and started carving.

he hasn't been seeing you around lately, and truly, he got nervous that something happened to you, so he put xiao up to the task to see what you were up to and you are no fool you knew he would send someone so you told him beforehand to not let Zhongli know about it.

The dates when his birthday was and the day when you completed your zhongli sculptor coincided and honestly you were ecstatic to show him what you made..but the thought that he is THE GOD and you're a mere plebeian who made this but you should atlesst show him right? so there you go keeping it on his work desk inside your house.

he came inside the room and saw you standing there with this bright smile on your face and he was even more happy than you because he is finally able to see after so long!

"happy birthday 'li I made this cake and...uhh this maybe a little wonky but I hope you like my sculptor of yours."

he has many sculptures of himself scattered across teyvat, but yours hold special meaning to him. while those who carved him were out of devotion, yours were out of unadulterated love. no matter how much time passes by... throughout centuries and millennials, he will keep your gift close to his heart

ALHAITHAM ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Acting Grand Sage here held an indifferent point of view towards performing arts but when he started dating you he saw how much you loved sculpting and painting more than anything although you never read in the academiya.

he always thought that you might find his taste in art very "bland" like how kaveh said so imagine his surprise when he found you making a carving of him with the same aesthetic that he likes.

your boyfriend had been out and about taking care of the academiya works and cleaning the mess those sages made so he's been busy lately but you have nothing to do so you thought "haithie just moved into a new office so I should make him something as a decoration and as a gift! :D"

many in the grand bazaar praised you for your masterpieces so you were quite confident in what you were making. so you brought some clay from the market and proceeded with it.

when he would return home he would find you covered in clay and...'is that an unfinished sculpture?? for who is it?' but he never got his answer from you. so he didn't pry further.

On entering his office one day he found a sculpture of his set aside near the lamp. he approached it and just stared in awe at your craft. it's was perfect. truth be told even he never knew that you could make him look so perfect.

the sculpture that you sent was always kept near the lamp, it was never moved from its position. he truly admired your works and to think that he would get a carving of himself would always get a smile on his face as he would quietly thank you for being there with him...but how did you get the access to the office??? he guessed that it would be a story for another day

KAVEH ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

He himself is a renowned architect. he can make paintings, he can play instruments and he can make masterpieces. so the both of you falling in love was by fate. and he has never stopped reminding his girlfriend again and again how prefect your pieces are and how intricate your details were.

although kaveh has been suffering from paying off debts you had always helped him by providing him with funds from your works when you would sell them. he has been so indebted you and he is thankful to the archon for giving him the best significant other.

kaveh was departing for the desert now to gather architecture details and designs for his client so he wouldn't be back for atlesst 2 to 3 weeks or so. both you and him would be alone so you thought about giving him a parting gift before he resumes his journey and also let him keep it as a luck charm.

so what should you gift him with the skill you have? a sculpture! so you made brought some gypsum from the market to make it waterproof and hard so that he doesn't break it when he's on his research.

it took you some time to make it perfect because he is perfect and you ofcourse cannot forget his signature feather accessory in his hair.

and then came the day of you presenting it to him. he just stared at the sculpture for a few minutes and stood there observing it carefully. then the next moment he came crashing on you spewing 'I love you, I love you so much' and he meant it really. this had to be the best present he ever received from someone

he feels blessed when he looks at your token of affection because he found a girlfriend, a lover made for eachother. once he gathers enough to make ends meet he will surely take you out to show just how much he loves you <3

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lostarchivesoforpheus · 1 year

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Celebrating Your Birthday Headcanons

various genshin, hsr, and cookie run guys x gn!reader (alhaitham, diluc, dottore, kaveh, dan heng, sampo, almond cookie, capsaicin cookie, captain caviar cookie, dark choco cookie)

summary: it's your birthday! how do they celebrate it with you? (author's birthday special post aaaa)

warnings: physical touch, mentions of food, brief mention of dottore's experiments, maybe ooc(?), not proofread, i think that's all but if it's not lmk ill add :)

never forgets your birthday. always makes sure to finish work before the day so that he can spend the entire day with you.

prepares everything beforehand. when u wake up the whole living room is decorated for you. you have no idea where he stores the decorations in the meantime.

buys you a bunch of things that reminded him of you. also gets you things that he remembers you saying you liked and things that he noticed you staring at in the store windows.

very very sweet on your birthday. gives you lots of hugs and affection. still likes to tease you though.

makes sure nothing comes between you and him on your special day <3

buys you anything and everything you could ever want ever.

makes your birthday cake himself. it's the best cake you've ever had. he keeps the recipe a secret though.

takes a day off for once so that he can give you all the attention you could ever want from him.

also very affectionate. he wants to show you just how much he appreciates you <3

seeing you so happy with the gifts he gives you makes him glad as well. one of his rare smiles spreads out on his face when he sees how excited you get about your presents from him.

very eccentric gift giver. the gifts he gives you can vary from a beautiful necklace he saw at a shop to a human heart extracted from one of his test subjects. you appreciate the thought he puts into the gifts, though.

very clingy throughout the day. doesn't want to leave your side at all. wants to show you all the affection. forces a segment to deal with his duties if he has to.

likes to tell you stories to make you smile. whether it's old fairytales or stories from his lifetime, he likes telling you about anything that he thinks will pique your interest.

explains what his thought process was when he chose each of your gifts. whether it be an item that made him think of you or something from his experiments he thought you mind find interesting, he tells you the story behind all of them <3

spends his entire life savings on gifts for you. also hand-makes gifts after he runs out of mora.

he gets all excited whenever he sees you happy about something he gave you. seeing you happy makes him happy too <33

tries to bake a cake for you, but he accidentally added the wrong ingredient in the mix. and then burned it. you two went out and bought a cake instead.

very very clingy and affectionate too. he doesn't want anything to ruin your special day!

doesn't know shit about gift giving but he tries his best. gets very conflicted on what to get for you but eventually settles on buying you little trinkets he thinks you might be interested in.

he got you cupcakes instead of an actual birthday cake because the store ran out. it's ok though because they're decorated very cute and they taste amazing.

likes to stargaze with you while you guys eat the cupcakes. likes listening to you talk about random things while you two are looking at the stars together <3

he's very new to romance but he tries his best to be as affectionate and sweet to you as he can on your birthday <33

bought a bunch of the most random things. says that while they all may be very different items, they each reminded him of you.

bakes you a very extravagant cake. im talking like a three-layer fully decorated with a bunch of little details type of cake. you feel a little bad for eating it considering how much work he put into it, but it tastes amazing.

one of the most affectionate. gives you ALL the attention and affection. gives you little kisses everywhere <3

takes you out to anywhere you might want to go, whether its shopping together or going to a restaurant. he also covers all the fees and payments.

takes the day off and gets all his work done in advance so that he's able to spend the entire day with you. makes it very clear to the detective agency that he will not accept any cases on that day.

he likes to get you little trinkets that he thinks you'll like. he also makes small little tokens that you can put in your pocket so it's as if you have a piece of him with you wherever you go <3

walnut cookie also gets you gifts :) she gets you things that, according to her dad, seem like they would interest you. her and almond cookie made the cake together <3

the three of you have a family dinner at your favourite restaurant. covers all the payments for you. he wants you to have a good time :)

he's so happy to see you so happy and excited on your birthday. he has an affectionate smile on his face practically the entire day.

hand-makes most of your gifts, but also buys some things he think you would particularly enjoy. claims that hand-made gifts are more valuable because they're one-of-a-kind :)

attempted making a cake for you. several times. burnt it each time. reluctantly went out to buy a cake instead after the seventh fail.

also one of the most affectionate. he is constantly giving you hugs and kisses throughout the entire day. he wants to make sure that you know how much he appreciates you <33

also takes you out wherever. will do whatever you want with you. he just really likes going on dates with you :)

gifts you fun little treasures he finds on his voyages <3 whether its a big pearl or a shiny gold necklace, he gives you everything.

also hand-makes a lot of gifts. likes making you little trinkets that are small enough for you to fit in your pocket and remind you of him, even when he's away on a voyage.

takes you out wherever you might want to go. he treats you to a fancy dinner at the end as well <3

he's one of the more affectionate ones too. gives you kisses all over and snuggles up to you a lot throughout the day <33

makes all of the gifts he gives you. gives you trinkets you would never imagine but are amazed with all the same.

would've made a cake for you, but doesn't know how to bake for shit lol. he's a bit embarrassed when he orders it at the store hehe :)

adores your smile when you open the presents from him <33 also has a small smile on his face the whole day.

does fun little at-home activities with you throughout the day. you guys made a blanket fort, had a pillow fight in said blanket fort, watched movies, and a bunch of other things as well.

new to affection but he tries!! holds your hand as much as possible the entire day. also gives you a bunch of little kisses <3

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I HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT SO THE END LOOKS WEIRD OOPS LMAO

a/n: we're ignoring the 10 requests in my inbox to write this because ITS MY BIRTHDAY LESGOOO also i would've included more hsr men but i still need to get a grip on most of their personalities lol srry

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imaginecolby · 3 months

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Friends with Benefits || Part Five - The Shower

throughout your second trimester, you began showing more and more, your symptoms were worsening. as bad as you felt on most days, getting to see your baby on your ultrasound pictures made it all worth it.

you were past the point of being scared of becoming parents, and finally made it to the point where you were excited. hearing and seeing your baby on the ultrasound screen every week made you so excited and so happy. you couldn't wait to finally meet your little one.

your doctor was already able to tell the sex of your baby, but both your mom and colby's mom wanted to have a sex reveal party along with your baby shower. so you and colby promised that you wouldn't ask until then. your doctor respected your wishes, and provided the sex to your moms so they could work on your party.

the weeks passed, the planning was done, and it was finally time for your baby shower. you were in your room getting ready, rummaging through your closet, trying to pick something to wear.

"god, i hate everything i have." you groaned, taking off another dress.

"y/n? you in here?" you heard colby call from out in the bedroom.

"in the closet!" you called back. you stood there in your underwear, continuing to flit through your clothes.

"you okay?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.

"i cant figure out what to wear." you sighed, letting your shoulders fall.

"i don't mean to overstep, but i figured you'd say that." he said, stepping into the closet. he looked through his side of the closet, pulling out a freshly pressed green maxi dress.

"oh my god, this is beautiful! when did you get this?" you asked, taking it from the hanger.

"a few days ago. i overheard you talking to your mom about having trouble deciding on what to wear, so i went out and bought you someting new." he said with a smile.

"colby, this is beautiful. thank you, baby." you said with a smile, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips. you put the dressed on, fixed your hair, and stood in the mirror.

"perfect." colby said, pressing a kiss to your temple. you both finished getting ready, grabbed your things, and headed to the venue.

as you arrived, you were immediately met with friends and family who had already arrived.

"mom, lesa, this is beautiful. i can't thank you both for putting this all together." you said as you finally found your way to them, embracing your mom in a tight hug.

"oh, honey, you are so welcome! we had so much fun putting this all together." your mom said.

"mom, this was so nice of you." colby said to his mom, as he gave her a hug.

"anything for you, baby. both of you. i can't wait to meet your little one." lesa said, moving to hug you, rubbing your belly. "now go on, mingle, enjoy yourselves."

the day was so wonderful, getting to celebrate with all your favorite people. you played fun games, ate amazing food, and cried over the great gifts that everyone brought you.

after a while, your mom and lesa announced that it was time for the big surprise. you and colby took your spots at the front of the crowd, a small cake sitting on the table in front of you.

"oof, im nervous." you said to colby.

"so am i. but i'll be happy either way." colby said, kissing your cheek.

"alright, we've been taking votes all day for what everyone thinks. right now, the votes are tied between a boy and a girl." your mom said. she turned to you and smiled wide, "y/n, colby, are you ready?" she asked. you and colby exchanged a glance, and after sharing a brief moment, you both nodded.

you looked down at the cake in front of you, colby grabbing the knife next to it. you both grabbed onto the handle, cutting a slice from the edge. you took a deep breath before pulling out the slice. your eyes widened as you watched the slice fall onto the plate you held, revealing a blue cake on the inside.

your heart swelled at the sight, a sudden image of a baby boy with your hair color and colbys bright blue eyes flashing in your mind. you looked over at colby who was moving to pull you into a hug. you heard everyone around you cheering in excitement, but all you could focus on was colby.

“oh my god. its a boy!” you said softly as he hugged you.

“its a boy!” colby repeated, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i cant believe it.” he said, wiping away the tears that had already fallen down your cheeks.

you were riding an emotional high the rest of the day, surrounded by all the love and celebration from your family and friends. once your shower was over, and all your gifts and other things were taken back to your home, you finally felt yourself start to relax.

you’d taken all the baby’s stuff to the nursey and set it all up, putting his toys into a basket, and put away all of the new clothes. you sat in the chair that already filled the corner of the room, taking in your surroundings. you rubbed your belly as you felt your son moving around, and began talking with him.

“hello in there, my little one. today has been so full of excitement, cause your daddy and i found out youre a little baby boy. we are so thrilled to meet you and cant wait to hold you in our arms. you have already changed my life so much, and im so excited to watch your grow up into the wonderful person i know you’ll be. whatever life has in store for you, and whatever path life leads you down, i promise that daddy and i will be there for you. no matter what, you will always be our baby.” you said softly. you pressed a kiss to your fingers and rubbed your belly again, in an area that his face had been your past couple of ultrasounds.

just then, colby came into the nursery with you. he sat down on the floor in front of you, pressing a kiss to your belly before placing his hands on either side.

“crazy day, huh?” he said, looking up at you.

“the craziest. knowing the sex of the baby makes it all the more real.” you said, placing your hands on top of colby’s. “i hope he gets your eyes.” you said, brushing his hair back. you watched his face flush, giggling softly.

“i guess next step is picking out a name. i already have some thoughts.” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“we are not naming our son colby junior.” you said sternly.

“why not? i think it’s perfect.” colby joked. you just laughed and rolled your eyes.

“we’ll talk more tomorrow. for now, i just wanna go to sleep.” you laughed. colby helped you up from the chair and you waddled off to the bedroom. colby helped you through your nighttime routine, rubbing all your balms and lotions on your belly and helping you brush your hair. colby had been a saint throughout your entire pregnancy, and you were so grateful to have him around.

with as good of care he took of you while you were pregnant, you knew he was gonna take amazing care of your baby once he was born.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock imagines #colby brock x reader #fwb

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blackswaneuroparedux · 1 year

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She was destined to be my Gradiva, the one who moves forward, my victory, my wife.

- Salvador Dali on Gala

Dali always maintained that without his wife, Gala, he would never have been the icon of art as he became.

Gala’s real name was Helena Ivanovna Diakonova, a Russian born in Kazan in 1894. She was 10 years older than Dalí and, when they met in 1929, she was married to the poet Paul Éluard and mother to a little girl. She also had a lover, Max Ernst, who painted her in a number of portraits. It was love at first sight.

In his Secret Life, Dalí wrote: “She was destined to be my Gradiva, the one who moves forward, my victory, my wife.” The name Gradiva comes from the title of a novel by W. Jensen, the main character of which was Sigmund Freud. Gradiva was the book’s heroine and it was her who brought psychological healing to the main character.

She immediately became his muse. Gala is a frequent model in Dalí’s work, often in religious roles such as the Blessed Virgin Mary in the painting The Madonna of Port Lligat.

In the early 1930s, Dalí started to sign his paintings with his and her name as “it is mostly with your blood, Gala, that I paint my pictures”. Gala acted as his agent, very aggressively fighting for his rights with gallery owners and buyers. She was also using tarot cards to influence Dalí’s career decisions. According to most accounts, Gala had a strong sex drive and, throughout her life, had numerous extramarital affairs (among them with her former husband Paul Éluard), which Dalí encouraged, since he was a practitioner of candaulism. Also, Salvador Dalí claims to be a virgin and completely impotent as he was afraid of women’s anatomy and Gala publicly assumes her affairs with other men. Still, it seems that their relationship was quite harmonic and lucrative for both sides.

He wrote: “I would polish Gala to make her shine, make her the happiest possible, caring for her more than myself, because without her, it would all end.”

But nothing lasts forever. At the end of the 1960s, their relationship started to fade away, and for the rest of their lives, it was just smouldering pieces of their bygone passion. In 1968, the painter bought Gala a castle in Púbol, Girona, and it was agreed that the painter could not go there without her prior permission. Gala spent much of her time there in the company of young men, for whom she spent a fortune. In his turn, Dali saved himself for the company of attractive young ladies, although he didn’t want anything from them but their beauty. It was said that they held weekly orgies, though, by all accounts, the artist himself didn’t participate except to watch.

In 1980, at the age of 76, Dali was forced to retire due to palsy. The motor disorder left him unable to hold a brush, and as his condition worsened, he became less tolerant of Gala’s continued affairs. Gala was also using income from Dali’s art to lavish money and gifts on her lovers, who were mostly young male artists. One day, the artist had enough. He beat Gala so badly, he broke two of her ribs. To calm him down, Gala gave him large doses of Valium and other sedatives, which made him lethargic. She then allegedly gave him “unknown quantities of one or more types of amphetamine,” which caused “irreversible neural damage.”

Gala Dalí died in Port Lligat, Spain, on June 10, 1982, following a severe case of the flu. She was buried in Púbol, Spain, on the grounds of a castle that was a gift from her husband. At the time of her death, she was involved in an affair with a 22-year-old Jesus Christ Superstar actor named Jeff Fenholt for whom she left Dalí. But when Gala died, Dalí’s life became dull. He stopped eating and scratched his face. He was constantly shouting and crying. He outlived his wife by seven years.

They lived together for 53 years.

#dali #salvador dali #quote #gala #gravida #artist #surrealism #muse #beauty #art #gala dali #marriage #life #history #art history #spanish #artsims #culture

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 7 months

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Catching Her Eye

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Ningguang X G/N Reader

Words: 538

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Something quick I jotted down to calm down, Its short, but its sweet.

You were, for all intents and purposes, a completely normal person.

You worked a simple job, you lived an average life, you had simple interests, there was quite literally nothing truly remarkable about you.

Nothing remarkable, except that you held the eye of the most extraordinary person in Liyue.

The Lady Of The Jade Chamber, The Tianquan Of Liyue, Ningguang.

The position you held was something many had sought, something that many desired.

And that reason alone, is why none of them held the gaze of that all important woman.

For no matter how many jewels she had thrown at her, no matter how much mora had been placed in her hands, no matter how much power someone held, her affection could not be bribed or bought, nor could it be earned.

The only way that one may obtain her love was if she had given it freely.

And given it she had, on a summer day that, until that point, she had come to despise after taking the office she had now.

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Ningguang hated August 20th, it was a day she despised more than any other.

It was a day of fake smiles and a thousand incessant suitors that she must fend off while remaining courteous when she would much rather drop them from the Jade Chamber and be done with them.

But alas, she could not, even if it was her birthday.

And Nigguang had to hold her head high throughout it all.

Had to suffer through it.

But this year, there was something special about it.

One single, simple thing.

A gift from someone who did not have a desire for her, nor to try and curry favor.

It was something from someone who gave it to her for it to be something else besides a transaction, something truly unique to all of the payments and bribes the others gave her.

Something that she had not received since before she became who she was now.

A gift, from the bottom of one's heart to another, something meant to make someone happy on a day that should be celebrated.

It was nothing special, just a simple bronze ring with a rather bad joke engraved inside of it.

But it was something that brought an unfamiliar heat to her face and made her grin every time she thought about it.

It was also one of the only things she kept from that day, the others being the gifts and flowers and food that she only tolerated keeping because it would be such a waste to let all of those things spoil.

This one gift she did receive however?

It was something that she wouldn’t let even the faintest tarnish lay itself upon.

After all, someone like you was quite the unique treasure.

No, unique was an understatement, you were extraordinary.

In the world she resided in, the mere concept of someone who was genuine held the weight in mora it took to craft her jade chamber.

That and, well, she now knew what she would invest her extra time in now.

There was a certain treasure she wished to acquire.

A treasure that would compliment her well.

And a treasure that had managed to catch her eye.

#ningguang x reader #ningguang x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #ningguang

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fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year

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So Beautiful

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kate takes you on date to go ice skating and see fireworks after an interesting dinner with her parents. (Just pure fluff)

Word Count: 3,174

Warnings: Sexual mentions

Second Person POV:

You looked at your outfit in the full length mirror hung on your closet door once last time, fixing your hair and making sure that everything looked okay.

Finishing the look with your favorite perfume, you grabbed your phone off the dresser to text Kate that you were in your way.

Kate had invited you over for dinner tonight, fulfilling her mother's wish. You see Eleanor very often as you spend a good amount of time at her house, however, conversations between you two are very brief because Kate is always dragging you away to spend time alone.

You were also looking forward to the date she was planning to take you on after the dinner at the outdoor ice skating rink in Times Square where you would probably spend most of your time clutching onto Kate for dear. So you made sure to dress nice, but warm.

Grabbing the gifts you bought for her and her parents, you made your way out the front door. It was already really chilly outside since the sun was set, and a fluffy layer of white covered the ground due the snowfall a couple days ago. But the penthouse wasn't that far away from where you lived, so you walked.

When you arrived, you entered the elevator and pressed the button that would take you up to their floor. The doors opened with beep, and you walked inside where you were met with Kate's mom cooking in the kitchen, the delicious smell of food filling your nostrils.

She turned around at the sound of the the elevator doors opening, eyes lighting up when she saw you, "Y/n! Hello, it's so good to see you again!" she dropped what she was doing to pull you in for a tight hug.

"Hi, it's good to see you too." you replied with a genuine smile.

"Kate, Y/N's here!" she called out, her voice ringing throughout the penthouse floor.

She released you from her firm grip a few seconds later, "How are you? Kate practically hogs you whenever you're here it feels I haven't actually gotten to talk to you in forever." she chuckled.

"I've been okay. Holiday shopping has me stressed every year, but I managed to find a few things I think you and Mr. Duquesne would like," you spoke, holding out a few gift bags in your left hand for her.

"Oh Y/N, you didn't have to. I told you not to worry about us." she said in an appreciative tone, taking the bags from you.

"I know, but I wanted to. I would've felt bad if I showed up empty handed so," you trailed off, shyly giggling.

"Well, thank you for thinking of us. You're such a sweet girl." she gave you a smile to which you returned.

She started to talk about the dinner she was making, but was interrupted when Kate came scurrying into the kitchen, "Y/N!" she yelled, grinning from ear to ear.

She ran over to you, wrapping her arms around your torso, hugging you so tight that your feet lifted off the ground as she peppered kisses across your face.

"I missed you so much." she said, setting you back on the ground, gazing into your eyes.

You giggled, "You literally just saw me yesterday, and we spent the whole day together."

"I know, but that was yesterday. Today is a new day." her voice spoke softer as she leaned down to peck your lips.

You of course reciprocated the first couple times, but then tried to pull away before she took it further than some innocent kisses knowing that her mother was still present. Though, she didn't let you, only tightening her grip on your waist.

Her mom shook her head, smiling to herself, "Okay you little lovebirds, dinner is done. Kate, can you take those glasses out to the table for me please?"

Kate pulled away from you with a groan, walking over to pick up the four glass cups from the counter and take them into the dining room.

"Would you like me to help you with anything, Ms. Bishop?" you kindly offered to assist her.

"I'm okay, dear. And you know you can call me Eleanor. We've known each other for far too long now to be so formal." she reminded you.

"Right, sorry." you said with a sheepish expression as Kate entered the kitchen once again. "Hey mom, where's Jack? I thought you said he was going to join us as well."

"Um, he should be down any minute. He was helping me cook earlier, but he had to finish up something in his office." she answered right as Jack walked into the room.

"Y/N! How are you doing on this wonderful evening?" he asked, giving Eleanor a peck on the cheek.

You smiled at him, "I'm good, Mr. Duquesne. How about you?"

"I'm alright, thank you for asking. We hope you're hungry because we prepared what Kate said was your favorite." he spoke, helping Eleanor with plating.

"Oh, thank you. I'm starving, and it smells incredible."you complimented.

"Kate, you and Y/N can go have a seat at the table. Make sure you get her a drink.” Eleanor said to her daughter.

"Yes, mom." she replied, taking your hand and leading you out to the dining room. "Here you are, princess." she said, pulling out a chair for you.

"I could've gotten that myself." you giggled, shrugging off your jacket and putting it on the back of the chair.

"I know, but I wanted to get it for you." she responded, "Whatcha want to drink?"

"Water is fine, but I can pour it myself..." you trailed off, watching her pour water into your glass.

"I love you." she grinned, leaning down to kiss you before taking a seat next to you.

Eleanor and Jack walked into the room carrying four plates of food as Eleanor set plates down in front of you and Kate, "Now this was my first time making it homemade, Y/N, so I hope it tastes okay."

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be amazing." you smiled at her as she and Jack sat down across from you and Kate.

You dug in and started talking about whatever came to mind from Kates archery competitions, to Eleanor's company, to your own life events.

"So I hear you guys are going out after this. What's on the agenda for tonight?" Eleanor questions, taking a sip of her wine.

"Nothing too crazy. Just ice skating over at that outdoor rink, and then I thought we could walk around before seeing the fireworks show in Central Park." Kate answered, and then looked at you, "I know I hadn’t mentioned seeing fireworks, but we don't have to if you don't want to."

You shook your head, "No, it's fine. I want to." you gave her a small smile to which she returned.

The next few moments were filled with silence as Kate just couldn't look away from your eyes, and honestly neither could you.

"Wow, darling. Who knew your daughter was such a romantic?" Jack bantered with Eleanor, making Kate roll her eyes.

"She is always like this towards you, Y/N, right? It's not just a little act for when she's around us?" Eleanor asked in a playful manner.

"Oh no, Kate is always so sweet." you responded, "She really knows how to treat a girl." you smiled at your girlfriend.

"She knows how to treat a girl? That's good to hear. Does that include knowing how to treat you in other ways?" she teasingly questioned, picking up her glass.

You titled your head in confusion, not knowing what she meant.

"You know, in and out of the bedroom..." Eleanor trailed off, taking a long sip of wine.

Those words caused Kate to choke on the food in her mouth. She quickly pushed back her chair and stood up, "Okay, I think that's enough for tonight!" she declared.

She swiftly put on her hat and coat, and then pulled you to your feet.

"Wait, but I'm not done eating." you tried to refuse, but Kate ignored you while grabbing your own jacket from the back of your chair.

"I'll buy you whatever food you want on the way to the rink." she replied, "Thanks for dinner, but we'll see you later." she spoke to her parents, leading you towards the elevator.

"Have fun!" you heard Eleanor call out just before the doors closed.

In the elevator, Kate helped you slip on your jacket and wrapped her arm around your shoulders to hold you close.

"Your parents are really nice people, you know." you broke the silence and looked up at her.

She shrugged her shoulders, "When they're not actively trying to question my girlfriend about my performance in bed."

You had to admit that it did make you a little uncomfortable, but you knew they were only teasing and meant well. Kate however, wanted to save herself the embarrassment and exit that conversation as soon as possible.

"I wouldn't have told them anything, obviously." you reassured, "But, if you wanna know my honest answer—"

"I think the way your legs literally gave out on you when you tried to walk after that one time says it all, babygirl." Kate interrupted with a smirk.

Your cheeks blushed out of embarrassment and she lightly chuckled, pulling you closer if that was even possible as the elevator doors opened with a ding. You walked outside, following the sidewalks of the city.

The street lamps dimly lit the busy streets, and the billions of stars twinkled in the night sky. A thin sheet of snow littered the bare trees, roads, and sidewalks, while a more heavy layer stuck to the grass. You would occasionally hear the honk of a car in the distance while Kate said something funny just to see the smile that made her heart flutter, and hear the beautiful laughs that spilled from your mouth.

You didn’t really need to pay attention to where you were going as Kate just held your hand and led the way, distracting you by teasing you with how many times you fell the last time you went ice skating.

So when she stopped in front of your favorite takeout place, she chuckled at the way your eyes visibly lit up. Kate opened the door for you and followed you inside, ordering your usual for you.

She claimed that she wasn't hungry anymore after what happened at her parents, but that was clearly a lie when she ate the food right off of your fork as you were bringing it to your mouth. She apologized when you gasped and playfully hit her shoulder.

But you really didn't mind, you thought it was cute. So you started feeding her bites of food that she gladly ate before giving you a loving kiss as a thank you. After finishing the last few bites, you cleaned up and continued down streets until you got to the ice rink.

Whenever a cold breeze swept brought the air, that just gave Kate a reason to hold you a little closer to her side as you approached the skate rental counter.

Kate asked the lady for both of your skate sizes, and handed your pair to you once she returned with them before finding an empty space on the benches to sit down

"These things are always impossible to tie tight." you groaned in frustration, fumbling with the laces.

Kate stood up once tied her skates, "It's really not that difficult." she chucked.

"Yeah, says the person who's done this like a hundred time before." you mumbled as you undid what you had tied to start over.

Kate watched you struggle for a few more moments before shaking her head with a soft smile and kneeling down in front of you.

"Here, baby. I've got it." she took the strings from you to tie them along with the other ones, "There you go, darling." Kate spoke as she stood up. "You ready?" she asked.

"Yeah, ready to break a bone or something." you joked while standing to your feet.

Kate laughed and took your hand, "I'd never let that happen, babygirl." she reassured you while leading you to the gate entrance. She stepped out onto the ice first before giving you her hand, "Come on, it'll get easier as you go."

You took her hand and followed her onto the ice on wobbly feet. She moved to stand in front of you and let you hold both of her hands in a tight grip while she started skating backwards, guiding you with her.

"There you go, baby. See? You've got it, you're doing amazing." she complimented, looking at you with a big grin.

You giggled, "I guess I finally learned from all those times I landed on my butt before."

"Anddd because you have such an amazing teacher?" she added.

You playfully rolled your eyes, "Yes, and because I have an amazing teacher." you said, making her pump her fist in victory.

She moved to your side, and held your hand so that she could skate next to you instead of in front.

You did a few laps around the rink, joking around and you had a few scares where you almost fell back. But luckily, your girlfriend reacted quickly and caught you before you could actually hit the ground.

Despite that, you had an amazing time. Deciding it was time to leave a couple hours later, you started gliding over to exit the rink, but the blade on your skate had gotten caught on the ice, making you slip and fall to the ice.

Kate stopped, spinning around when she felt your hand slip out of hers, "Oh my god! Baby, what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she asked, skating over to you.

"I'm okay, Katie. I just slipped that's all. You don't need to worry." you told her as she helped you stand to your feet again.

"Alright," she exhaled a sigh of relief, "Are you sure that nothing hurts? Even just a little bit—"

"I am fine, Kate. If anything starts to hurt I will let know, okay?" you spoke in an assuring tone.

She pecked your forehead, "Okay." she murmured, "But that was pretty funny." she chuckled and you lightly slapped her shoulder.

"It's not funny!" you pouted.

"Okay, okay. It wasn't funny, I'm sorry." she apologized before taking your hand and making sure you safely got off the ice this time.

You returned your shoes to the rental desk and she wrapped her arm around your shoulders once again as you strolled down the streets to central park.

You started to find an empty spot where all of the other people were sitting on top of blankets on the grass with their friends, families, and partners until Kate stopped you.

You looked back at her with a confused expression.

"Not here, baby. I have somewhere else where we can sit and still have a good view of the fireworks." she explained before taking your hand and leading you to a more secluded area by the trees away from everyone.

There were already a couple blankets laid out on the ground. You could still see the lights from the city buildings, so the view was absolutely beautiful.

"Your parents were right. Who knew you were such the romantic." you teased.

She playfully scoffed, "Hey! I can be romantic when try!" she defended herself, stepping closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist, "But only for you." she spoke softly while leaning in to connect your lips.

You however, turned your head before she could, making her frown.

"You laughed at me when I fell earlier." you sulked.

Her jaw slightly dropped in disbelief, "I said I was sorry! Come on, my love, please?" she said, trying to kiss you again.

She knew that it made you weak in the knees whenever she called you "my love", so here she was; using it against you. But, you were not gonna give in that easily.

"Kate, stop it. I'm serious, stop!" you said, trying not to laugh and encourage her as she kissed all across you face.

You squirmed out of her arms, backing away from her, "Don't make me have to chase you just to get a kiss!" Kate playfully threatened which just resulted in you running off.

The snow on the grass made it a difficult to get anywhere, but you weren't planning on stopping until you ran out of breath, or Kate caught you.

Kate bolted right after you, knowing it was just a matter of time before she caught up to you. She quickly closed the gap between the two of you and tackled you into the snow.

You both struggled in a fit of laughter until Kate got the upper hand, and pinned you beneath her with your hands beside your head. She leaned down to finally capture your lips in hers.

“Gotcha.” she breathed against your mouth when you pulled away to catch your breath.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” you responded, making her chuckle and give you one last kiss before she stood up, pulling you with her.

You returned back to your spot where you sat down in the blankets, leaning into her side when she wrapped an arm around you.

"Hey, did I tell you about this weekend, yet?" Kate questioned, looking over at you.

You knitted your eyebrows together as you thought for a second, "No? What's going on this weekend?"

"I made it to finals in the winter archery competition, and they're this weekend." she answered with a proud smile on her face.

Your eyes widened in surprise, "Oh my god, really?" you asked and she nodded her head, "That's amazing, baby! I'm so proud of you!" you said with bright eyes, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Thanks,” she smiled, “Will you be there?” she asked, hopeful.

“Obviously. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” you confirmed, and she squeezed you tighter.

Just then, a long red flame was ejected into the sky with a loud bang. It exploded and shattered into thousand of sparks along with the others that followed close behind, filling the sky with bright colors and light.

You were mesmerized by the colors of vivid green, red, blue, and gold that created all different shapes in the sky. You thought it was a beautiful scene to witness. On the other hand, Kate wasn’t watching the fireworks show.

She was watching you.

Her expression softened even more than before at the way the shining sparkles reflected in your eyes. Of course she thought the fireworks were cool, but she thought you were gorgeous.

“Aren’t they beautiful, Katie.” you asked, never taking your eyes off of the colors in the sky.

“Yeah…” she trailed off as she just gazed at you, you being completely oblivious to her stare, “Yeah, so beautiful.”

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