#bed rull

[clarkkantagain]

dani rull

#dani rull #back #in bed #profiles in beardage

[azulock]

so I wanna requests the guys as dads, I remember at some point you said you wanted to do something like this and I really wanna see it

Time to rull up my sleeves, cause I did say I was gonna do one of those right? Back when I got annoyed that all I found was girl dad this girl dad that and I got tired of all the typical gendering going on in dad fics.

Ryusei Shidou

Girl dad in the most chaotic way possible. Tiaras coexist with bows and arrows as a princess fights off an invasion. Every doll and plushie has a tattoo made either with a sharpie or from a patch attached with hot glue. Every tea time is a mafia family meeting that always involves an assassination plot. And the barbies live very intense lives that inevitably delve into wrestling like storylines where each one has a gimmick, a long standing feud, and a clear thirst for blood.

Chaos may not be the best thing to keep an organized home, but it's good for mental development. And much like a kid, Shidou also thrives in creative chaos. He isn't the best at practical things, especially the ones involving routine and quiet time, but he has got his uses. Very good at wasting his daughter's energy until she drops straight into a deep sleep. His antics are also good at convincing her to eat pretty much anything. And of course, great at entertaining her so you can take a break.

Oliver Aiku

Boy dad but like he really doesn't care, he'd be giving the same extremely affectionate, and even a bit clingy, treatment to his kid no matter the gender - sugary sweet nicknames included. Probably heard people saying he coddles his son too much, treating him like a princess, but Oliver is good at playing deaf. Tho, that kid gonna have to fight for the right to have his feet touching the ground, cause dad wants to carry his offspring everywhere. Sure to raise a boy as clingy and openly affectionate as him.

Those reflexes honed for football are quite good at catching a kid before an ugly fall. And he's actually good at the general everyday stuff, surprisingly patient too. Takes a genuine interest in the things his son likes, so when the boy shows sudden interest in colorful nail polish, he'll show up to a match with badly painted soft purple nails. Likes sleeping on the floor with his boy, when asked why the floor and not the bed he brings up the old man excuse of "the floor is good for my back".

Reo Mikage

Girl dad and he was ready for a little princess, but what he got was more of a cave dwelling gremlin. He was expecting frilly dresses and tea time but he gets a little girl who likes bugs, playing in the mud and digging things from the ground. It hits him as a surprise but he adapts to that, and as much as he isn't very excited for the cleanup afterward, he is always eager to entertain his girl's odd interests. If buying dinosaur fossils weren't such a legal can of worms he'd buy one just to bury it for her to dig up.

If he wasn't convinced to go to therapy before, now is the moment to convince him. Just gotta say he should do it not to become like his dad and he's gonna be booking the appointment fast. Will be reading child pedagogy books and shit like that to make sure he can be a good and understanding dad. Really just trying to kill his family's trauma conga line at himself - wants his daughter to trust and count on him in the way he never could with his dad.

Michael Kaiser

Boy dad but to the gentlest, sweetest of souls, a little boy who seems to have absolutely nothing in common with his dad, aside from some physical traits. It at the same time shocks and scares him, because the world out there is not kind to sweet people. But while the boy is at home, Kaiser can keep him safe. It does frustrate him a little bit when he tries to get his son into football but the boy is more into art than sports, but he learns to move past that. Truth is, he wanted the boy to mirror his traits a bit more, so this is a humbling experience.

That poor rose tattoo of his does not see a day of peace after his son learned to color. Tho, Kaiser gets used to the shaky new roses drawn on his skin fair enough. And he actually considers getting a full tattoo of just lineart and not colors just to let the boy color in. He's not the most patient so he has a bit of a hard time getting used to the whole parenting thing, but he does try his best. Also, whenever he takes his son out somewhere he makes their clothes match in color scheme.

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[mistressemmedi]

Visa Cashapp Red Rull? Bro, what 💀 why does this sound like a business opportunity birthed from the mind of a guy who has one pillow and no bed frame

#''i work with crypto'' <- that kind of vibe #lmaoooo #f1

[riaarivic]

Obsidian and Amethyst (Teaser) MYG

Pairings YoongixReader, NamjoonxReader

Genres Fantasy!AU, ACOTAR!AU, Smut, Angst

Rating 18+ minors DNI

Summary  You are the oldest Daughter of the Spring Court’s High Lord, your only duty is to marry the man your father chose. You’ve accepted your fate... or at least until you met him, the Dark prince with Obsidian Hair and Amethyst eyes.

Word count: TBA

Warnings every chapter will have its own warnings but in general: explicit sexual scenes, misogynistic behavior not the main characters tho, dom!yoongi, brat!reader, slow burn, kind of enemies to lovers but not really, long haired young (yes that’s a warning). Namjoon being the best boy ever (yes, that is a also warning

AN: Hi! My name is Ria, this is my first tumblr fanfic, and the very first part of a fantasy series I am planning to write featuring all of the members. Would LOVE to read your opinions and feedback. This is inspired by the courts of Midsummer night dreams and ACOTAR but in no way this is an adaptation. By the way, I will try my best to write reader centric fics, with the least amount of physical description. I want as many people as possible to be able to enjoy reading, without feeling excluded. Also, English is not my first language so there might be some mistakes. I’m sorry 😅 Love, Ria💗

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Prologue

It was uncommon that a fae child to be born as a result of two High Faerie mates.

Much less common: two.

And in such a short period of time. Born only five years apart, it would have been considered a blessing, given by the Cauldron Itself.

The only problem was..

You and your sister are both daughters.

And for your father, that was a disgrace.

A curse.

The only High Lord of the Seelie and Unseelie courts without a Male Heir. 

For him, having two female offspring meant the end of his lineage and It was blasphemous, the greatest of dishonors. To give up his thousands of years of somewhat peaceful rulling of the Spring Court to another family. That’s why he mastered a plan, the only way he could secure his power.

He needed a puppet, to raise and to control. 

The first son of The Kim Family:

Kim Namjoon

He wasn’t a Lord, He wasn’t a warrior 

He was more interested in his books and his library than anything else the outside world would offer

A boy that would never dare to go against the rules and wishes of his High Lord. Taken from his house and raised in the Spring Court’s Castle. A boy who was, by the way, your best friend.

That was the best outcome you could ever aspire.

Marrying your best friend out of duty sounded hundred times better than to be traded for riches or land to an ancient barely living old fae lord. 

Namjoon was perfect and your only hope for a normal life. 

But you just knew you couldn’t trust your father. 

When you became of age, hundreds of suitors traveled to your court.

You were a rare beauty even between the fae, known as the lilac rose of the Spring Court. The lady with amethyst eyes and that made you unique, like a trophy they could exhibit. 

Your father could literally ask for an army in return of your hand… 

And he could have it.

The only thing that stopped him from breaking your engagement with Namjoon was the promise he made to your mother made on her death bed. That you would only marry the oldest Kim Boy, no one else

And to make sure of it, with the final breath of her life she gave the young boy her hability to shapeshift. The Spring Court’s badge skill, that only the High Lord’s family could possess.

And protect you he did

Until your 20th birthday

The night of your engagement

The night you met

Him

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You were walking outside of the gardens of the Spring Court castle the first time you saw him.

His eyes, they were just like yours. 

All of your life you were told you were the only one. And on him, his lilac irises looked like they could hold the entire sky and it’s stars. He was stunning and even that word felt like it wasn’t enough to describe him.

With hair as dark as the obsidian stones that adorned the rings on his fingers and his pale skin, almost translucent in contrast with his black clothes. Never in your entire existence have you seen a man this attractive. But here you were.

There was a sly smile on his lips that made heat rush to parts of your body it shouldn’t have. At least not when you were surrounded by all the noblemen and women of the Seelie and Unseelie courts.

“What an Honor to meet you, Princess” His deep voice took you by surprise, his cold hand suddenly grabbing yours and without breaking eye contact he planted a small kiss at the top of it.

You could die then and there.

The hell was wrong with you? Why were you making an absolute idiot of yourself?

He straightened again with a smile “I am Min Yoongi, High Lord of the court of nightmares”

By the cauldron,

He was the dark prince of the Unseelie.

The most feared High Lord of all the courts, a ruthless and evil being.

He was dangerous..

And he was still holding your hand… smiling.

“I would say the same, my lord. But I’m no princess” you said finally finding your voice removing your hand from his

“Oh! but you are, Princess. The most beautiful rose of the spring court. I wonder how sharp your thorns are” a deep chuckle escaped from his chest but before you could respond you felt Namjoon’s presence behind you.

You didn’t want to admit that you were both bothered and relieved that he interrupted the both of you

“I didn’t know our High Lord had invited you to our engagement announcement” he said with his ever polite tone hiding something you couldn’t decipher underneath “But, you are welcome in our house Lord Min as long as you mean well”

Was Namjoon being possessive?

A small amused smile appeared on the Unseelie prince’s lips “I only mean to congratulate our Lady of Spring on her engagement. The invitation was sent to every court, how could I lose such an opportunity to come and see beauty of the lilac rose with my own eyes?” He looked absolutely wicked, ready to continue “But Sir Kim, as far as I know you’re not married. Therefore this is not your house yet and the engagement hasn’t been properly announced. There’s still time for any high lord to claim this beautiful lady for himself”

You could feel Namjoon's whole body tense with rage.

That’s when you realized everybody in the room was watching your interaction.

You took your fiancés hand but it was far too late, Namjoon had punched The High Lord of nightmares right on his face.

Oh fuck

This is definitely not how you expected your night to end.

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This is it for now guys. I’m planning to make this a series with all the members, actually, but every one will feature parts of a story,

Thank so much If you read up to this part.

It means so much for me if you reblog or leave me a comment on my box.

I’m doing this because

One I love BTS and two I love writing

So this is for all of us who come to tumblr to disconnect from our lives for a little while

Enjoy

Love,

Ria 💗

#bts suga #bts smut #bts fanfic #yoongi #yoongi smut #bts fantasy au #acotar #bts x reader

[sansebastinae]

Talking to @boisinnot and maybe we should just make a crack fic where Horner puts up a terrible disguise and make a company called Ned Zull / Bed Rull to make nutrition drinks totally not to get Seb by his side. HQ’d in totally not Hangar 7 and totally not bottled by Rauch

#idle thoughts

[wvthering]

kingdom of one

– in response to the house of black and white event prompt (tw: mentions of death, blood and self-harm)

nara knows what is coming.

when day starts turning into night she can feel it in her heart, the calling. there is no fighting, she learns it the second night – she will fall asleep and she will dream, what will happen next will depend on the dreamweaver.

the third night she dreams of her father's funeral, of sitting in shock next to her siblings. it was expected, in a way, but still, the weight of it all falls on her: the new head of house choi. the truth is that she doesn't remember much of the funeral, but in the dream it's recreated in painful detail, from the creased fabrics of her clothes where she clutched to them to geonwoo, silently standing by her side. maybe she reached to him in real life, maybe she tried to find any words of comfort, but in the dream she stays quiet, unable to say a word.

no, in this dream all she does is listen.

to her siblings crying, to other lords and ladies telling them empty words, gossiping behind their backs. she is not ready, they say, she will be eaten alive. if they truly said that in reality she doesn't know, but in dream the words echo through her mind, making her curl into herself, gripping her skirts.

you will fail, the voice of dreamweaver whispers close to her ear, you will let them down, you know that, it continues, you're weak, you're nothing compared to the other noble houses of hari bulkan.

"maybe so," nara says, forcing herself up. "but i will never know if i don't try, will i?"

she pushes herself up, doesn't look at anyone, lest her siblings' faces will make her stay again, and runs.

—

on the sixth day she wakes in a large chamber, so luxurious she has no doubt of where she is. a servant pushes the door open, gasping when she sees nara wake.

"your grace, i'm sorry i'm late!" she bows deeply and nara stares at her, heart already racing.

a dream it is then.

nara gets up from her bed, noticing how her robes are made of finer silk, the embroidery in it showing dragons, not an armadillo bear. oh, what a dream this one is already.

her chambers do not have the modest table and cosmetics that she has in feastfires. no, here she has countless combs, hairpins, the finest jewelry. she sits in front of a mirror, looking at herself. something is different – nara doesn't recognize the coldness in her own eyes, the glassy way they look at all her belongings.

the servant stands behind her, already brushing her hair. "you always look so beautiful even after waking up, your grace." she carefully disentangles the knots in nara's hair, hands delicate. nara's mother used to do it for her, and later nara did it for both aera and yura.

"my siblings," she says and even her voice sounds different. "where are they?"

the servant continues brushing her hair. "at their positions in court, of course, your grace," she says. "after all, their sister is the future fire lady."

of course, nara thinks, never moving so the servant can style her hair. she married the prince, now she remembers. this is her life now, attended all the time, living in a palace, rulling over the fire nation.

the servant starts talking about her commitments for the day and nara nods along, smiling. all she has to do is host tea parties, talk to other ladies and be presentable when her husband is back from his own duties. no more firebending lessons, or worrying about her lands of firefists, or making sure they have enough money and her siblings are doing fine. the servants hands in her hair are making her feel sleepy. her eyes start to flutter close again and the servant chuckles.

"what a nice life, isn't it, your grace?" she asks.

nara open her eyes, something in her voice doesn't sound right. the servant's smile turns into a grin and she grips nara's hair tighter.

"sleep again, your grace," she says. "you still have time."

nara almost does so – suddenly she feels so, so tired – but instead she reaches for a hairpin, stabbing her own hand. the pain makes her aware of her surroundings, the blood dripping down her palm pulls her back to the reality that this is nothing but a dream.

she gets up, blood dripping on the pristine floor, and smiles at the servant. "you'll have to do better than just nice to keep me here," she says before running to the doors.

—

on the seventh day, her mother waits for her in their garden.

"nara!" her smile is blinding. "come play pai sho with your mother."

this is perhaps the cruelest of the dreams. nara controls her own expression, smiling at her mother. "of course." she sits down, looking at the pieces. "your first move is always so bad."

her mother chuckles, waiting for nara to make her move even though they both know she always start with the earth piece – for no other reason than it being her favorite when she was a child. when playing with others nara puts more effort, but it has never been about winning or losing with her mother.

they play in silence, stealing glances at each other. this is how nara learned how to control her expressions, making sure her mother never knew her next move.

nara destroys her mother's lotus piece, smiling at her. "i won again."

her mother chuckles. "you were always good at this." then, her smile turns warm. "you're good at taking care of your siblings too," she says, serious. "you're doing a good job."

nara allows the tears to fall, just this once. "i know," she says and gets up. "it was nice seeing you again, mother."

she walks out of the gardens and doesn't look back.

—

when she wakes up again, her room is covered in lotus flowers. nara smiles just as a servant enters the room, gasping and dropping her tray at the sight of the flowers.

nara gets up of bed, stretching. "i'll take my breakfast in the dining room today," she says. "i feel much better."

she leaves the room, not looking at the flowers.

#rs.thbw #nara / lore #this is so long and for what

[valdederon]

FLAMES JOURNEY CHAPTER #22 novas first dungeon dive

nova,valdederon and raykore continue training over the next few days when she finaly can create a golden shield around her self for atleast an hour per day.. or for short burst in combat.

valdederon--- im so proud of you little pup.

raykore--- you did well but you still have a long way to go.

nova sticks her tongue out at raykore and giggles.

nova---thank you big brother.. mmmph im so sleepy now..

valdederon--- ok my sweet princess come on into the tent and you can sleep in my tail fluff again.

nova blushes and nods taking 2 steps forward before falling face first into the grass promptly flalling asleep with a heavy snore making raykore valdederon and draggo laugh softly.

valdederon smiles nad gently picks up the conked out aura pupy and gently takes her into the tent with him and draggo preparing some food for when she wakes .

draggo--- ha ha ha looks like she fell asleep while walking.. hope the little one gets some good rest

valdederon sets her in his tail and rubs her back as she grabs hold with her paws purring happily as she wiggles instinctualy to burry her self in the warm furr.

valdederon--- well i think we should look for a low level dungeon quest at the guild and get her used to how they can be.. before we go to it we need ground rulles for her to follow number one among them do not fight . shes only going to be there to observe.

draggo--- are you sure on that

valdederon sighs with a sense of pain and worry recalling near death experiances from his training being put in dungeons by rakore making her chuckle as she sees the look in his eyes.

valdederon---yes im 100% sure.. my training was brutal and part of it was going alone.. into dungeons..unprepared and with only light armor my magic and a dagger with a shield off hand. nova atleast has us to guide here.. and raykore.. make now mistake if you throw her into anything unprepared.. there will be consequences.

he throws her a look of pure murderous malicious confirmation that its a promise and not a threat making her yelp startled by the once obediant aprentice's sudden firmness

raykore--- well youve grown alot havent you my young pupil… i have to say that was rather unexpected.. ha ha you were never so direct in our old world.. im proud of you and you have my word i wont put her in danger like that.

draggo looks between them throughly confused and sighs

raykore-- so draggo waht was your species called again.. im curious to learn more about this world.. what i wouldnt give to eat some meat again.. and actualy fuking taste it god spiritual food has no….. has nothing.. no taset no depths no feel.. ugh im going insane over here..

draggo--- well my species is.. techincly 3 different animals there is goomy sliggoo and then goodra.. the world of pokemon even to us pokemon is still a mystery to us all.

raykore burst out laughing quietly.

raykore-- aint that the damed universal truth.. i havet met a single speceies who truly knows thier kind inside and out we all have mysteries in us.. even my own kind were mysterious.. i was the runt of the litter. even so most humanoids are shorter then me.

draggo--- interesting got any preferences on what youd want to be if you were pokemon.

raykore-- i havent put much thought into it honestly.. ive been cofusing my energy into training our star pupils little sister.. ha ha even he fell asleep.

draggo---he sometimes doesnt sleep well.

raykore with a heavy sigh and flick of her smoking pipe.

raykore--not surprising honestly it honestly terrafied me at first just how strong willed he was as a kid one look into his eyes and i knew he was angry..wasnt untill the knights told me were and hoe he was found that i took him in, nightmares.. flash backs.. ha ha ha, i had to put him back in diapers because he couldnt stip wetting or soiling his bed at night.. that passed pretty quick though only about 4 weeks before his body adjusted to his stress.

draggo--- did you ever wonder what he would have done if you werent there to guid him..to divert his rage some what.

her ears twitch as she rolls her eyes perking her tails up with force.

raykore-- gods.. i dont even want to know just how much damage he would have caused if i hadnt trained him magic.. its a living thing and if you dont have a grasp on it..anything froma town destroyed to the ground shattered acrosss continents.. even the fabric of reality could be shattered by un controlled rage filled magic like his..

dragos eyes widen realising the gravity of what that would entail.

draggo---..thats..wow..

raykore looks up at the rising night moons all 7 of them.

raykore--- 7 moons.. when was the last time i even saw a single moon rise.. let alone 7 moons at once,. you know despite the chaos this world is in.. i feel .. valdederon can realy grow.. heal..and be happy here. ha ha ha.. some times i think he forgets he was a human once. and im ok with that.

the night drags by slowly evryone byt raykore sleeping while she stares at the moons thinking back on her long life then looking back at valdederon and novaa sense of pride welling up in her soul as he turns back into spirit form to rest.

the next day nova yawns waking up beeing carried by valdederon into the guilds quest board room. nova looks around yawning and rubs he eyes and while at the quest board gets out of valdederons tail furr with a heavy thump and a loud puppy like yipe startling valdederon as he looks down were nova faceplanted grogily onto the hard wood floor and she sits up holding her nose witch had begin to bleed alittle .

valdederon--- are you ok hun.

nova---mmmmph..do i look ok.. i just bashed my face into the floor.

he chuckle using healing magic on her nose and ruffling her head furr.

valdederon--- well how about you head on into the mess hall and draggo and i will meet you there and we can have a big breakfeast.

she smiles tail wagging and bolts down the hall to the mess hall ocasionaly stumbling evryso often still half asleep.

draggo--- hows this one sound.. looking for a team to clear a dungeon full of goblins and rescue a lost miltank and a clutch of snivy hatchlings..

valdederon--- perfect goblins are weak so her aura shield will be more then enough to keep her safe but make no mistake goblins are a big threat.. they tend to explode in numbers and reproduce like rabits on drugs.

draggo--- oooofff that sounds bad.

valdederon-- if unchecked goblins can eventualy overun kingdoms plunging them into hell basicly.

they both grab the quest paper and get it stamped and head to the mess hall were a charmeleon is laughing while nova whimpers covered with food and draggo looks directly at valdederon who fell dead silent the moment he opend the door to the site and in seconds the once loud mess hall falls spookily silent as evryone picks up on the sudden rage boiling forth from valdederon .

draggo---.well…ill see my self… out.

he bolts as valdederon fists clenched walks into the mess hall all mon inside avoiding eye contact seeing the death glare coming from them all accept the arrogant charmeleon who laughs at the sudden arival of a bright pink delphox.

( WARNING LIGHT BLOOD AND HEAVY VIOLENCE IN NEXT PARAGRAPH)

valdederon with out a word kicks the small lizard pokemon with brutal force witch sends him flying into the wall shattering several glass windows on impact and making him cough up a spurt of blood and fall down only to be grabed by the throat .

valdederon--- THINK ITS FUNNY TO BULLY OTHERS DO YA… well target my little sister. and youl find a verry pissed off delphox.. i havent seen you… you new around here

the charmeleon curls his tail up a silent pitter of liquid hitting the floor beneath him as he nods terrified of th sudden outburst of rage his face turning red realizing hes in full view of the mess hall

valdederon-- dont ever cross me or my sister again.. i wont hesitate getting rid of you in a second if you become a threat to us.. or the guild.. i dont tollerate bullies and clean up your mess

valdederon drops him into the pungent puddle formed by fear and walks off and cleans nova up and takes his lunch hers and draggos out .

valdederon--- were gona go on a mission later on after lunch hun will you be ok.

nova--… you made him have an accident.. that was mean buba.

valdederon-- i wasnt trying to do that.. it just happens when some one is scared stiff like that..

nova--- i hope he and i can become friends.. i think hes lonely

valdederon-- well he will have to apologize for bullying you first.

nova nods and eats with valdederon and draggo. all 3 of them staying silent mean while in the mess hall the charmeleon whimpers and begins to sob runing out embarrased confused and scared eventualy ending up in the infirmary to recive treatment for the minor wounds he got from his encou nter with valdederon.

nova--- so whats the mission.

draggo--- a dungeon clear and rescue mission a miltank and snivy hatchlings got lost inside

valdederon--- your there to watch and learn as we clear it .. youl also carry a bag with medical supplies. be sure to keep up your aura sheild in combat ok hun.

she nods nervous but also excited. later on that day they head out to the dungeon. while on the wy there nova keeps close with valdederon and draggo both of them also keeping an eye on here and around them as they move soon entering the dungeon entrance heading down inside whilemoving slow and steady.

nova whispering-- this place feels creepy.

valdederon--were inside the dungeon keep close and quiet watch around us as well. gobims are near probably already watching us.. if you see side paths let us know.. those are places they ambush un aware adventurers from..

nova nods keeping an eye out un knowingly pusling ora like a radar pulse. after a few hours nova yelps and puts up her shield up as an arrow flies out.

nova--- BEHIND US THEY ARE ATTACKING

she whimpers and holds to valdederon as he lifts up his staff and unleases fire ball attacks burning 40 goblins at once thier scraches echoing through the cavernous dungon before falling silent more coming from the other directions as they are at a divergance point with 12 different tunnel openings…

valdederon--- well done nova--- now keep that shield up and let us fight…

draggo--- i wont let a single filthy creton touch you little pup.

nova---… im an adult already…no ..fair…

she pouts but does as shes told knowing she doesnt have any combat experiance and for the next few hours they fight on and off while going through and ending up finding a miltank tinged green with goblin blood and bits and pices evry were her eyes heavy with exaustion ..

valdederon-- nova go check them out ok.. check for injuries.. goblins use poisin so give the hatchlings and

nova rushes over as the miltank falls over into valdederons grasp panting body burning with fever having been fighting for days on end with little food and water..

draggo--- she doesnt look to hot.

valdederon--were lucky we got here when we did.. malnorusihed dehydrated.. dam it shes been holding of goblins alone for god knows how long..

nova--- the baby snivy are all healthy ..

draggo--- come over and help the miltank over here hun

valdederon.. can you speak hun.. whats your name

the miltank wheases and nods..

nina-- my name is nina.. please get the little ones out leave me.

valdederon bats her on the nose with his paw and sternly looks at her.

valdederon--- were here to get evryone out not just the snivy..

nova gives the miltank a pile of berries to eat while draggo stands guard at the entrance.

nina eats the berries and sits up as valdederon starts cleaning her furr then bandaging it up while nova helps were she can after a few minutes they all group up with the baby snivy who are all hungry

nova--- come on kids hold out paws .

valdederon--- we will be heading back to the guild via teleport… nina you might end up throwing up so fair warning

Draggo--- im ready to head back.

valdederon makes sure evryone then taps his badge in a flash evryone is inside the guild psychics lair and nina whimpers and holds her stomach but manages to hold it in before promptly passing out .

valdederon--- call for ever green we need him. urgently

the psychics nod and teleport evergreen who falls on his tail with a yelp and sees the week clutch of snivy and the week miltank and begins getting them taken care of having his assitants come dwon and carryi the miltank while he walks with the snivy.

nova--t..that w.was scary.

valdederon--- this was the lowest of low level dungeons we could take you on hun..from here on they only get harder and more dangerous… after a couple days rest we start more combat training when you can land a hit on me… then ill let you go with us on a dungeon were you can get some fighting experiance.. but you have to listen when we tell you to do somthing.

she nods and hugs his leg shaking heavily.

[lightningandfireinmybones]

And also if we're looking to make it extra horny and delectable let's light this fucking candle and bring Alys into the mix.

Let's say for the sake of the argument that while Val is married to Aemond and they're busy rulling their kingdom/empire (we will decide in due time) and it's decided that the little ones Aegon and Viserys be sent to them both to prepare her for motherhood (yikes!) But mostly because rich royal families do that. They send and receive wards to educate, train and look after.

Now.. one of those boys is sickly. Quite a bit. And Valaemond are worried about his health especially Val bc she knows how much being away from home hurts the little boy and CANNOT comprehend anything happening to him (Rhaenyra would be devastated. Her failed pregnancy of Visenya already took a toll on her and with the political situation between their kingdoms being so delicate she as a monarch needs to look strong)

So they invite over at court a woman from the deep deserts of their kingdom. She has been said to live in isolation,in a small village in the woods far far away from the capitol. Many say she is a bloodwitch, a satan worshiper. Others who have seen her save countless lives of mothers and children sag she has been blessed by God. She has the holy touch, she is a saint, blessed by the mother of God and that's why all children and the ill under her care recover. They owe her their lives.

When Aemond sends word to every corner of his kingsom for a healer, any kind! as long as they can save the life of his nephew word quickly reaches him of this woman in this fuck off village.

All it takes is one look at tired, underfed and frightened Valaena to make him decide to have that woman brought to court.

Alys Rivers has indeed a healing touch, a soft and kind touch. Aemond is away in war councils all day but he can tell that her arrival has helped Val and her peace of mind. Where before she starved heraelf sick due to her worry now he hears that she takes two bites for every bite her brother takes. The little boy has regained his colour.

She can sleep now. At first at the boy's bed (too soon to leave him) but as Alys steps up Valaena returns to their bed.

She becomes heraelf again.

Gossip starts going around. Of the witch seducing the Queen, of them doing more than caring for the children. They say they hear moans coming from the queen's chambers. Others say the woman is a saint. That all she does is help the Queen pray and find faith even if they have different religions. others worry that she may indoctrinate the Queen in the Faith and the Quern has A LOT of hold on the King and what if that wretched whore uses her womanly skills to use the Queen to bewitch the King and lose them their war.

The King has his own opinion. He sees the way Alys looks at Val. He knows how Val used to look at women in her younger years as a girl in Dragonstone. What she liked to do with them. What she still confesses to him in their kate night soft talks -they hide nothing from each other-.

He also knows the reality of the situation. He is grateful to Alys for saving the boy's life and to an extent Valaenas.

And perhaps.... The King has different plans for the "vile seductress" and his good little Queen.....

TL DR yes this is about Rasputin

Again bestie you SLAY and I cannot possibly add anything else, I just want to take this all in

It being well known Valaena is so family oriented (part of the reason she appealed to aemond ,, that’s mother), so when her brother gets sick, the whole kingdom holds its breath

Aemond tears the world apart to make Valaena happy, to heal her brother , to keep her from wasting away in her grief

Enter alys, too loud and too opinionated and too sultry for alicent’s court, one that Valaena is determined to change but has been a bit busy making sure her beloved brother doesn’t die

But she saves Valaena’s brother,,, and still stays at court, the bosom companion of the queen

Then the rumors start,,, and it’s hard not to believe them, seeing the queen and her sly advisor giggling in a corner, far too close for etiquette sake, the king staring at them like they’re prey,,, seeing all 3 retreat to the royal chambers,,,

EVERYBODY KNOWS

pls bestie I love this so much, Rasputin has been playing in my head for 2 days

#ALYS AS RASPUTIN?? excellent #just not with the empire downfall after #ask #heaven knows fic #tdopom fic

[crownsandgods]

━━ INTRODUCING NYX TYRELL NEE WESTERLING, FIRST OF HER NAME. RULING LADY OF THE REACH. THE RED WIDOW. SHE IS KNOWN FOR BEING PERSUASIVE, INTELLIGENT, CALCULATIVE & MERCILESS.

I. STATS

FULL NAME : nyx tyrell nee westerling

TITLES :  ruling lady of house tyrell (current), princess stark in the north (former), ruling lady of lannisport (former), ruling lady of house royce (former), rulling lady of house saltcliffe (former), ruling lady of house tully (former), lady of house westerling (former).

BIRTHPLACE : the crag, the westerlands

AGE : thirty

MARITAL STATUS : married

LANGUAGES : the common tongue, the old tongue

DYNASTY / HOUSE: westerling

MOTHER & FATHER : late ruling lord and lady of the crag

SUCCESSION ORDER : fifth

ISSUE : lady gaia saltcliffe (9), lady calypso royce (7), lady pandora lannister (5), lady hera lannister (4), princess artemis stark (2), princess athena stark (2)

OTHER : too many nieces and nephews to name.

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION : faith of the seven, none.

ORIENTATION : bisexual

PERSONALITY TYPE :  entj-t, the commander

VICES : calculative, merciless, unforgiving, cunning

VIRTUES : persuasive, intelligent, resourceful, attentive

FACECLAIM : genevieve gaunt

HEIGHT : 5′5 (160 cm )

RECOGNISABLE FEATURES : doe eyes, full lips, porcelain skin.

II. BACKSTORY

second to last youngest westerling daughter, another pawn of her family’s skims, she does as she is ordered and expected of her, but hates every second of it. definitely a loose canon however, she can be irrational when overtaken by rage and bitterness, soul reason she has taken it into her own hands to get rid of her husbands when she no longer sees the use for them. has been married six times, widowed five. during her time in the iron islands she used the wealth of the house to bring over a woman of essos whom she disguised as tudor/governess for her girls, however she was a red priest whom she hired to teach her magic all of all sorts. magic she never intended to use for the greater good, but for her own personal evil. she now is quite proficient in the use of blood magic. after many marriages, and all her husband's mysteriously dying rumors began that she was a witch, or simply a red widow.

III. PREVIOUS MARRIAGES

HOUSE TULLY: she was first  married to the former lord tully whom was much too old for her, she kept the man drunk or drugged but away from her and the marital bed. he never touched her. with this and by result never had a child. he passed away, assumed by a heart attack, killed by her hand. she would’ve been 19 when she married him, 20 when she became a widow.

HOUSE SALTCLIFFE: thinking of having allies in the islands, she was then married off to lord saltcliffe. they argued often and could not find a way to get along for longer than a couple of minutes, to this add the iron born believes of treating her like a salt wife and not entirely a rock wife because of her origin in the main land eventually drove her mad with rage and her husband was presumed lost at sea. something she arranged. they had a daughter who is 9, wishes for her daughter to not be raised in the iron way nor inherit anything from the satcliffe house. she was 21 when she married, widowed at 23

HOUSE ROYCE: married to the former ruling lord not long after being a widow, she had no complaints of the man, he was kind, she simply hated being so secluded from people in the gates of the moon. took matters into her own hands after finding herself with child. unfortunately she was overconfident that she would have a son, she gave birth to a daughter again, no heir. she is now 7. married at 23 widowed at 24.

HOUSE LANNISTER OF LANNISPORT:  the widow of lucien they fathered two little girls together who are 5 and 4 now. she may or may not be the  one that killed him, their marriage was rocky, they both cheated and were aware of it, the fights were endless.. married at 25 widowed at 27.

HOUSE STARK: married to prince robert stark out of convenience but ends up falling in love with him. this is the only marriage she had actually agreed with as she had fallen in love with him, only for him to be killed not by her hand either. is still enraged about the whole ordeal. absolutely hates the forresters, could probs have something to do with audens death. they fathered twin girls who are now 2. married at 28, widow at 30.

HOUSE TYRELL:  currently married into this house. she has been entirely devastated after the death of robert, and in fear of not having birth a male heir that would secure her position she seduces and tricks the current lord tyrell into marrying her in secret that latter broke in a scandal. it is frantically trying to get pregnant in hopes for a male heir to finally secure her spot somewhere.

#thronesintro #my most chaotic character to this day

[ovaabibia-s-fanfics]

It was few hours after one battle and they were preparing for one another. Again. Cody was honestly tired and nervous. If they would do this again, he would bite. That was the feeling he was rulled by. On the other hand, Rex was sleepy. His eyelids were going up and down in steady rythm. Anakin wasn't present as he was on a solo mission.

Obi-wan felt awful. He still wasn't fully recovered from his last injury, he was exhausted and sore. "Alright, that would be all. Get some sleep, both of you. I'll finish it." Told the General. Rex obeyed without questions, he was too sleepy to think about it. Cody looked at him, but didn't question his orders.

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Obi-wan was explaining the plan he made mostly by himself. He was leaning against the wall. Cody didn't pay attention to it as he was absorbed by the strategy. Rex kept watching but did nothing. Obi-wan was finishing the breefing. Last five sentences...his knees buckled and he fell off. "Sir! General are you alright?!" Cody ran to him, heart racing. Blast, he didn't rest! HE IS AFTER AN INJURY AND HE WORKED ALL NIGHT AFTER A HARD BATTLE! AND HE LET HIM- The guilt was making him shiver, the cold sweat running down his spine. He picked up his unconscious general, fastly checking for heartbeat and breathing. Good, they were both present. Rex was also there, panic creeping into concern as he put his hand over Kenobi's forehead. Kenobi was by then laying over Cody's lap, head agains Cody's chest. Cody was tightly holding the poor man. "Cody." Rex tried. "No, it's my fault. IT'S MY FAULT!" "Cody, he needs air. He needs a bit of space." Rex was attempting to be rational. Cody carefuly put him on ground. "We should call Kix... or Threepwood." Told Rex, getting some control over the situation. "Sure." Cody quietly answered. They called Threepwood, as he was nearer. Obi-wan woke up before Threep managed to come. "General, are you alright?" Obi-wan nodded. Threepwood checked him. "He is exhausted. He isn't strong enought to go in active battle. As he doesn't like to be in medical rooms, I advice bed-rest in his room." "That's affirmative." Cody and Threepwood helped Kenobi to get in his room.

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"We should have seen it coming! He blastin' collapsed in front of us!" Cody sounded flustrated and very sad. "Ori'vod, listen here: it happened, it won't happen again." Rex soothed him. "I hope so."

#my writing #sw tcw #captain rex #rex #cody #commander cody #Obi-wan #obi is workoholic #kix #and Threep again #where is he originaly from??? #boys are guilty but they aren't supposted to be #whump

[endlesswritings]

A complex simple Dream ~

Yes, we unfortunately got to the times where having simple dreams became complex and a long term dificult thing to achieve…

All I wanted? To have our own house, near a forest and a small river in the distance, where we could see the deers walking by, mixed with the autumn colors on the landscape. Watching them passing by, drinking cofee with a book on my hand on a very cozy home, a blanket and you by my side. Being able to enjoy the winter and watch the snow fall as almost the time could be slowed down, all the anxiety gone and all our worries and problems being non existent.

All I wanted was to calmly make an aromatic dinner on a pretty kitchen, a candle on, while I watch and listen to some tv show. Cooking with all the good stuff we grew ourselves in on our own garden and picked by hand. Feeling you arrive home and kiss me on the forehead asking what I am cooking tonight and what movie are we watching by the fireplace. As our dog sleeps peacefully by the couch and our cats sleep on their fluffy warm beds. I wanted our home to smell like vanilla candles and freshly picked berries. Freshly baked cookies and apple pies. Where the afternoon sun could enter all over our home shine trough the windows as the apple pie cool down on the golden hour.

All I wanted was to go outside our house and feel the fresh air on an afternoon, smelling the trees and listening to what nature wanted to give. Melodic smooth sounds of the wind through the tall trees, the river very lightly on the background.

Also wanted to enjoy the rainy days on the couch full of comfy blankets. Enjoy feeling the cold, the peacefull sounds and feeling safe, feeling at home, finally.

Still be able to enjoy games with you at night and watch videos together when we get bored of it.

On summer? Oh we could finally enjoy the sun, go swimming on the river nearby, enjoying the sun kissing our skins and the cold river water. I want to wear a summer dress and pick the strawberries we wanted to see if they would grow and give you to try how sweet they are.

Then get back to the beautifull fall season, where we can decorate our house for halloween and watch horror movies eating sweet stuff. While I fall asleep on your lap.

Why it has to be a dream? Why so far away from reality? Why is it possible but still dificult to conquer? Why society demands us to be rats in a maze… not being able to enjoy life, making dreams come true and when we say we are sad, all they give are happy pills.

I want to live by my own nature. I wanna make our dreams come true or I wanna go to sleep and dream, never waking up again to this current nightmare stuck in a loop rulled by society where our dreams are just dreams and will never be more than that.

I wanna be on the forest, dreaming, smelling the pure and fresh air, living… with you. - Annie, MindlessWrittings .

[crispy-cream]

@1nd1gnant is really cool 👉👈

my dad got me 72 Copic markers as an (early) birthday gift, so i wanted to use them...but ive been in abit of an art block, so i did a drawing of Erin cause she's just really cool......drinking a refreshing can of Bed Rull (not sponsored...cause it doesn't exist lmao)

#my doodles #copicmarkers #traditional art #bed rull

[greatestview]

So, the daycare that I work at will slowly be opening on the 1st, and I truly think this is a really bad idea, but my boss can't do anything about it once the state is open.

#i live in TN and our governor opened the state back up #and it's going to be a mess #and i'm anxious about it all #my boss can't keep us closed forever because she has to pay bills and rent on the place plus she has to follow state rulls #rules* #so the 3-5 year olds are coming back on the 1st and then the 11th the infants - 1/2 year olds next #this has been a post #anyway i am going to bed #i have to head back to the daycare tomorrow since we've been cleaning and getting stuff done on the clock #the brightside is all my packages are coming in this week and next so yay for good things

[supernovafeather]

Scarlet Stains (18+)

Blue Jones x F!Reader

First time I ever write on this character. Enjoy !

The girls coming undone underneath him as he pounds hard inside them were what he preferred. Breaking their will to hold back pleasure is the best drug he knows because yes, he does know that some are not that happy to hold him. Yet they still spread their beautiful legs for him, their soft thighs, their labia and flesh engulfing him thanks to this delightful wetness they can't control. Those anonymous figures working between the walls of his brothel are entertaining. Sweat and other bodily fluids are a part of their everyday life.

Rarely blood. But you ? You do have it on your hands. And this was not caused by any sexual deviancy involving a customer.

Blue pours himself another glass of whiskey, his dark eyes attracted by the honey-like liquid he holds next to his lips. This whole situation is getting out of hand. He thought that bringing you there with his own hands would turn you into someone more obedient. It was meant to be simple : as you were cute you could work at his brothel, he'll cover the proofs of your crime in this alley in the nearest district. But maybe for once he found someone too dangerous. He should have noticed that your panic and tears were fake that night. Now there are two all-mighty masters there : you and him.

"I don't understand your point, Blue." You say quietly from your chair as you cross your legs. "One day you want me to bring you money, then another one you want me to retreat. Hardcore stuff is my speciality."

"Oh you know perfectly well how to get me bucks that's for sure sugar." He mumbles before swallowing the alcohol without breaking this glare he is sending you. "But there is a limit between intimidating customers to get their debt paid, and intimidating them to get all their money. Especially as I won't see all that same money."

You don't even hide this smirk and those cold eyes. You don't try. You don't feel the need to do so.

"I count this as a bonus. Don't you understand how traumatized I am after all those horrors I had to commit for you Blue ?" You ask in the calmest voice he's ever heard. "I bring you what they owe you. Are you not happy with my services ? Are broken legs too much to handle for you ? Or is it the blood stains all over their bed ? I thought you were a tough guy. The boss rulling over such a place of debauchery."

Blue Jones is back at this classic predicament with you, he thinks as he clenches his teeth when you walk up to him, rolling your hips that no one ever saw here, and never will. His eyes don't even look at it. He stares at the wall as he tenses up once hearing you behind his chair, stopping there confidently where he can't see you. You are the main reason he'd like to be some mythological creature with eyeballs behind his skull.

"Your methods are pushing our customers away from this brothel." He snarls as he feels your colds hands running through his hair, right behind his ear. "You are becoming a problem."

You stop. And no way Blue gives a chance to your anger and ego to assassinate him by behind. He is not a fucking toy, you are supposed to be his fucking toy, the one he can kick out of his way if you get on his way, a fuxking toy making a delightful music to his ears whenever he wants to, a good fucking toy that doesn't hold knives and guns able to shoot him anytime. The boss - because this is what he is why does he have to feel this need to show it to you ? It shouldn't be needed damn it - stands up harshly, his muscles tensed up as he paces closer to your unbothered figure, this sweet broken doll face so fucking hot with those scars and those fresh bruises on your left cheek.

"YES YOU ARE BEING A FUCKING PROBLEM !" He screams right at your face as you tilt your head in curiosity. "YOU ARE BEING A FUCKING PROBLEM I HAVE TO SOLVE YOU FUCKING CUNT !"

"And what are you going to do Blue ?"

Oh shit now that's a good question. The perfect victory over you would be to get you down on your knees, sucking on his balls and cock like the good girl you aren't but to be fair he doesn't want to take that risk. It would be like asking a shark for a blowjob. And castration is not a dream of his.

But what stops his brain is not alcohol, nor this anger. It's the cold hands cupping his face softly, this disdainful glare coming closer.

"What are you going to do my sweet little Blue ?" You ask in a whisper as he feels his eyes trying to burn you down out of rage. "I get you all the money you want to get. I bring you even more money than some of your girls do. Don't you think I deserve some discreet raise ? What do I need to do to get that respect you owe me ? Should I turn into some defenseless whore simulating her orgasms to satisfy your ego, Blue ?"

"I should have let you in that stupid alley." He scoffs as you grin, your nails starting to press against the skin of his face. "Should have let you handle it all alone."

"What a shame you didn't. But personally I'm having fun. Thank you Blue."

You kiss him softly, this poison spreading through his veins so fast that he grimaces and pushes you away, this infuriating grin on your lips and those breasts bouncing slightly underneath your black top making him want to throw you through the window. He hates not having power on such a raw hotness.

"YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE FUN YOU FUCKING SLUT !"

"Please Blue, you're being much louder than your girls, stop whining and moaning like that, that's getting obscene."

"WANNA SEE SOMETHING FUCKING OBSCENE ?" He screams at your face as your voice dies in your throat, constricted by the two hands grabbing it. "WATCH IT YOU..."

The pain setting his crotch on fire has him falling down on his knees, and the one following as a foot kicks his chin has him crashing backwards against the ground of his office. He tries to get away, to take a gun, anything, but you sit on his belly, your hips hugging him tight. You took his gun. You fucking dared to take his gun and to point it at his face. At his forehead more exactly.

"Tell me Blue. I do think your job is exhausting you. Maybe you are getting too old for that kind of job. You are acting like such a bitch that soon you'll join your girls in their tasks. I do think many men outside would love to pay to get your ass fucked like you fucked up their life. Don't you think ? It would be a good opportunity to get even more money. What do you think of this idea ?"

"Go fuck yourself cunt."

"Should I ?" You whisper as your free hand slowly reaches your crotch under his confused gaze. "Should I show you that even while touching myself I can kill you ? Is that what you're implying my dear Blue ?"

Are you... are you really going to do it if he asks for it ? Maybe he found his exit.

"I... there..." He stutters without looking away from your hand rubbing your fabrics.

"Yeah you'd love to watch me." You state as your fingers then palm soon disappear beneath your pants.

"Never tell me I'm the one being fucked up after that." He groans as he looks up at your stoic face. "You're fucking crazy."

"Thank you Blue." You breathe out as the small circles begin. "Everyone here is just so uptight when it comes to money. No one understands I deserve it much nore than your useless whores. All acting pretty and hot when in a few years they'll get forgotten. They're just holes for the pigs having their way with them. At least in my job I'm the last thing those assholes see. I'm the one erasing their families and dreams from their fucking brain."

You are arousing yourself Blue notices as your gestures get faster and faster. Your chest is rising and falling at each breath, your grip loosening around his gun. He bites his lip when the circles start pumping in and out under your pants, your grasp around his body loosening to get a better position.

"Fuck Blue I swear you must know how good it feels to be in control." You moan as your eyes close themselves. "You fucking know it and you want it and you won't get it back."

"Keep going my sweet." He whispers as your gestures grow desperate and your breath gets stuck in your throat. "Keep going, such a good girl."

"I'm not a good girl shut the fuck up." You articulate as you lower your head down to your crotch, his gun directed to the ground. "Fuck fuck fuck..."

Blue is generous enough to let you have your orgasm, this cooing sound and blissed face getting interrupted as he manages to pin you down to the ground. For the first time there is fear in your eyes and how good is that ? How good is that to feel you realize your mistake as his gun presses against your forehead. Your hand is still stuck in your pants, and he feels how desperately you try to run his crotch at the same time. He may be hard, but oh God, he won't let you get ehat you want. You won't get his brothel. You won't get his dick. You won't get to cross his gaze again.

Spilling blood is not something he is afraid of. Absolutely not. But it disgusts him to see so much of it now staining his office floor. What a waste of time and energy he thinks as he stands up. He really should have let you down there dealing with the cops or whoever would have found you. You would have killed them anyway.

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Thanks for reading please comment and reblog if you liked it !

@ophelialoveshandsomemen @salome-c @thedukeofcaladan @amneris21 @lady-targaryen @lavenderluna10 @one-hell-of-a-disappointment @dailyreverie @anaaaispunk @beepboopyoda @general-latino @samsspade @ateliefloresdaprimavera

#blue jones x reader #blue jones x you

[scrawlingskribbles]

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#tryin rull hard not to get over-annoyed at how genuinely a fool Gar/El-Bow was acting back then tho |:/ #like. b o i #OK KO spoilers #& on that note I needa go to bed lol the charity stream's tomorrow!!! #or uh today? x'D starting at 9 lol #shut up mckinley #OK KO

[futurewriter2000]

The One

A/N: I think this is the perfect time for me to write this request. 

REQUEST:Hi! Are your requests open? If they are can i request a james potter imagine where reader is very stressed over exams because she failed the last time so he gets worried over her etc. ? Thank you!

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James hadn’t seen you this pale in his whole life knowing you. He knew you were stressed, you get easily anxious because of your extensive over-thinking, over-analyzing and over-worrying. 

You told him two weeks before that you will be swamped with work. You told him to not be offended if you were not that around him. He understood, so seeing you a few times a week didn’t make him upset. He missed you but he knew you needed to concentrate on your exams, so he popped in ocassionally to check up on you. 

He gently knocked on the door and opened them slowly. He peeked and saw you already looking at him with confused, red eyes. “James?” you asked, grabbing your glasses from the bed and putting them on. 

You looked worse than he had thought. Your eyes sunk into the dark shadows around the, thin red veins in the white of them, reaching into the coloured iris. Your skin was pale and red, meaning you definetly scratched some of it subconsciously from the anxiety and stress. Your skin was pale. There was no colour on it, no shine, no smoothness. Your body was covered in oversized, comfortable clothing, your hair a definite mess. 

Yet you smiled to his appearance with serenity and joy. Somehow, despite all the heaviness your eyes had hold, they still twinkled a bit at the sight of him, which made his stomach do all sorts of things. 

He walked in with a tray and his imfamous cocky grin. “Evening my Love.” he closed the door behind with his foot. “I brought you some food.” 

You felt something churn in your stomach but it sickened you at the sight. Your stomach was delicate when it came to a big amount of stress. You couldn’t control it. As much as you tried to avoid stress, it was always there and your stomach made sure that you know it.

You pulled down the sleeves of your sweater and simpered. “Uh- thanks but I’m really not that hungry.” you moved the books from one part of the bed to another, making some space for your boyfriend. “Sorry for the mess.” you appologised, your voice a bit raspy and weak. 

James couldn’t bring himself to smile at this scene. He put the tray down in front of you; mashed potatoes, fried fish, greens and juice. There were pancakes with strawberries on the side. He looked at you worriedly. “You haven’t had a proper meal in days.” he glanced at your night stand, filled with water bottles, some empty, some half full. There were some half eaten cookies and a lot of wrapping papers. 

You brought your knees to your chins, deciding to ignore what he had said and just look at him and smile. He was so handsome. He had a nice dark tone to his skin, dakr hair and his eyes beautifully outmatched his other features. His hair was always spiked up after a few days but when he washed them, they fell flat on his forehead. He always smelled so nicely, a cologne you had bought him for his birthday last year. He used it constantly but never ran out of it. 

He knew what you were doing. You were adoring him with your eyes and he would just melt, as he did now. He felt a blush creep on his cheeks as your eyes kept wandering on his face, observing every cell of his body. He stood up and walked on the other side of the bed, scooting behind you and taking you into his arms. 

You leaned back, feeling such comfort and safety as warmth washed over you. Your eyes closed at the wonderful feeling, tears unwillingly falling down your cheeks. “I’m so tired, James.”

He kissed the side of your head, eyes squeezing shut at the way you called his name. It wasn’t just a call, it was a plea and he felt like you were telling him to save you. He squeezed you tightly and burried his nose into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin, causing goosebumps to appear all over. You smelled just the same as you always did, after coconut.  “I love you, (y/n).” he said softly, almost sorrowly. “But please eat something.” he continued but stopped as he had felt you breathe heavier in his arms. 

He looked at you and found you sleeping in his embrace. Your eyes were shut, some traces of tender tears from the corner of your eyes to the corner of your lips. You inhaled strongly but exhaled slowly. It was as if you were suffocating on air. 

He smiled as he saw you cling onto his left arm like a monkey, nuzzling your head into his shoulder and starting to pull light snores. Luckily, he could pull his wand with his dominant hand and remove all the books and the tray from your bed. He uncovered the sheets and covered both of you in it, scooting himself away and carefully tucking you, later himself as well, into the sheets. He scooped you into his embrace and pulled you close, his lips giving you gentle kisses on the back of your neck, your shoulder and your earlobe. 

He saw a pleased little smile on your lips as he did but you were already fast asleep. He let his hands reach to yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he kept tabs on your pulse. 

He could feel it beating nicely but the pace was off. There would be a few fast heartbeats for five minutes or so, then a few slow ones for a longer period. 

He knew how important this was to you. Everybody had final exams but you had a bit more since you had failed two important exams before. The professors decided to split those two exams into three parts each with addition of a few more works. It was unfair but it was how the system worked. You didn’t complain, only grabbed your books and disappeared among them. 

In two weeks, you had changed completely. He didn’t see you in the mornings but when he did, you were too exhausted to see him. At first you put effort into your appearance but through every exam, you would just walk straight out of bed, take an exam, go back to your dorm, sleep a bit, study. 

He hadn’t seen you do anything you love. He hadn’t seen you go out for a walk, hang out with your friends, go to Hogsmeade with him or anything that would take you away from these exams for just a moment, letting your brains relax. You speech had gotten confusing as well. You kept talking but lost concentration quickly. Your tongue would twist and the wrong words came out or no words at all. 

You would drift away just as you did now. You withdrawn yourself into your den, surrounded by books, trying so hard to pass these exams but after each exam, he would see you grow weaker. 

He hasn’t seen you during breakfast, lunch or supper for a week and a half. Your friends told him that you had changed. You became grumpy, snappy and even moody. Sometimes they would just see you stare somewhere else, dazing out for a second or so but quickly coming back and grabbing the books in front of you. 

James was only worried. He just wanted these exams to be over so you would finally rest and come back to them.... to him. 

He kissed the back of your head and felt his hand squeeze as he did. He wanted to smile but he could feel you tense up. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your fingers squashing his inbetween he let out a small wail of pain. 

“(y/n).” he said softly, trying to remove his hand out of your grip. 

He felt you breathe quicker and heavier, the movement of your eyes going left and right under your eyelids. 

His heart sunk.

Panic overtook his senses. For a moment he just sat there, frozen and stoic, watching you shake and tense under his arms. When he gathered back his thoughts, he took you back into his arms, pulled you closer to him, took a hold of your hands, no matter how much you hurt him, he grit his teeth and suffered through the pain. He locked your moving legs with his, having you in a still position. You breathing was still the same as before, so he only put his chin on your shoulder and whispered. “Shh.... it’s okay. I’m here. I’m here.” he spoke tenderly, kissing your jaw. “You’re safe, just calm down.” he kept soothing you with his voice. 

You woke up, shaking in his arms and feeling your heart pump in your chest. “Ja-ames.” you stuttered. “What’s happening to me?” you said, scared to death. 

“It’s just an anxiety attack-” he felt your breathing enlarge but he quickly continued. “We had all had them. Just breathe through your nose and breathe out through your mouth. Calm down.” 

“I- I don’t know if I-”

“I’m here. You have nothing to be afraid of, okay?” he kissed your shoulder and pulled you in. 

You nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks. You had never felt like this. You had never felt like fear was over-rulling your life. You had never felt your body go so numb or your heart go so fast. Every breath you took wasn’t enough to fill your lungs. 

He started to hum into your shoulder, diverting your attention from your paranoid thoughts. You looved over your shoulder, finding him smiiling at you. “You know what song this is?” 

You shook your head. 

“ Our love is alive and so we begin...” he started to sing in a whisper at first, his voice only growing. “ Foolishly layin' our hearts on the table- stumblin in.”

You let out a laugh, hearing his gentle, deep voice continue. 

“ Our love is a flame burnin' within Now and then fire light will catch us, Stumblin' in “ he paused, rocking you a bit in his arms and nuzzling into you, chuckling. “Prepare yourself for this:  Wherever you go, whatever you do You know these reckless thoughts of mine Are followin' you “

“ I've fallen for you, whatever you do 'Cause baby you've shown me so many things That I never knew Whatever it takes, baby, I'll do it for you.” you continued, your voice a bit more softer and raspier. 

“You know the song?” he gasped in surprise and you giggled.

“You always sing it to me. Of course, I know the song.”

“Oh.” 

You turned around to face him, your hand reaching up to his cheek as you looked into his eyes, unaware how much your adoring gaze melted him away. You let the tip of your finger wander his chin and cheek, just watching him in adoration. “Thank you.” 

He simpered, kissing your forehead and bringing you in again. “I love you.” he said, feeling tears spike his eyes. “But I also find you very stupid when you don’t take care of yourself.” 

Your hands wrapped themselves around him and you replied. “I know. I’m sorry.” you mumbled. “That’s why I have you; to sober me up.”

He pulled away, cupping your face with his large hands and watching your with all his seriousness. “I’ll always have your back, you hear me? But if you scare me to death like this again, I’ll kill you.” he pulled you back into his embrace. 

You let out a soft giggle, throwing your leg around his torso, which you know he hated but secretly adored. “You just might be the one, James Potter.” you said and he let out a chuckle.

“I am the one. No doubt I’m marrying you one day.”

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