#but hopefully they'll live and flower

[guinevereslancelot]

my saffron crocus didn't die :0

#i planted them last spring and they were supposed to bloom in the fall but they didn't so i thought they were dead #bc they were iffy in my growing zone and i jist planted them in the lawn w no protection like if they die they die #bc they were super cheap and im lazy #anyway they put up leaves!!! they're alive!!!! #probably they just needed time to establish #hopefully they flower this year!! #they're fall blooming :) #plus i can harvest the stamens to cook with #maybe sell some if i get enough idk #but they should flower late fall when stuff is dying back :) #would be so nice to have flowers at that time of year #i know someone in a warmer zone who's been growing them in a cold frame and not had any flowers for like 2-3 years as they establish tho #so possibly a failed experiment if they live but never flower idk #but hopefully they'll live and flower #my logic was basically that i got 30 for 12 dollars and planted them in a wide variety of locations in my yard #hoping for at least a few to thrive without protection bc im lazy #and for 12 dollars it would be worth it if most of them died to get even a couple flowers #they're hard to find in the grass but i think i have close to 20 at least! #i will share in the fall if any of them flower this year <3 #horticulture tag #gardening tag

[darlingshane]

Something Crazy

Pairing: Michael Berzatto x F!Reader

Summary: On Natalie's wedding day, life takes an unexpected turn when you learn that your former crush, Michael, might be interested in you.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Smut, P in V, Vanilla, Alcohol, Eating, Fluff, Crack, Pet Names, Kissing, Dancing.

Word Count: 4,6k

— You can read below or at AO3.

Today is the big day for your best friend Natalie. She's marrying her long-time boyfriend, Pete, and you've come back to Chicago for only two days to celebrate this lifetime milestone with them.

They've picked a perfect Saturday in the middle of spring to celebrate their union. Flowers are in full bloom, gardens are lush green, wind has calmed, welcoming a balmy weather to allow having a wedding ceremony outdoors.

Bright Sun rays slip like gold ribbons through the sheer fabric of the curtains as you carefully hang Natalie's gown and remove the garment bag. It's a simple but stunning empire dress, strapless, with lace and pearls adorning the corset. Though you've never fantasized about your own wedding before, as your hand slides softly along the skirt, you can't help but imagine yourself as a giddy bride, wearing that same dress.

Tying the knot is not on top of your list right now. Settling with someone? That's more likely to happen. But there's nothing like being chosen as the maid of honor, especially if you're single, to find yourself trapped in that Disney daydream of getting to meet your prince charming and live happily ever after. Hopefully, that unwelcome, sudden longing will vanish after a few drinks at the reception. Until then, your top priority is making sure your best friend's special day is as magical as she planned.

You're in the designated dressing room of the hotel with the rest of the bride's party laughing, sipping rosé, telling stories while the beautician works against the clock, getting all four of you primped and ready.

While you help Natalie get into her dress, Gigi comes back with a tray of pastries to soak the alcohol before anyone gets too drunk.

“You guys gotta see Mikey. He's so fucking hot I could die. I've never seen him all dressed up and clean like that,” she announces loudly, going around the room like a whirling handing croissants and muffins. “I swear to god his pants are so tight, it’s like looking into an x-ray photograph… you can see everything. And I mean everything,” Gigi stares at you, raising an eyebrow, while you stuff part of a croissant into your mouth.

“Ew, that's my brother,” Natalie frowns in disgust.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you say after swallowing part of your pastry.

“She's looking at you like that because, as we all recall, it was you who had a crush on him for the longest time,” the bride sharply indicates.

“She's got a point, babe.”

“I was like fifteen,” your tone pitches a little higher, as if you were still that age. “Why do you always have to bring that up?”

“Cause let's be honest, you were hung up on him for way longer than you said, and your face still lights up every time you see him. Why can't you just admit you're still love-struck?”

You open your mouth to counter her accusation, but words refuse to come out. You can't even lie for dear life cause admittedly, as fucking annoying as they are, they're also right. Michael was one of those crushes that was hard to shake off. Your friends quickly jumped from one infatuation to another, but you pinned for Sugar's cooler, slightly older brother for longer than you should have. And that's probably the reason every time all your friends get together, they use that embarrassing piece of information to tease you. Even if you ever wanted to forget, they'll never let you.

The last time you saw Michael in person was a few weeks ago for only a few minutes when you came to help Natalie with the last details of the wedding and barely exchanged a couple of words. You moved to Detroit for work three years ago, and the few times you've come back here, you haven't crossed paths with him that often. The soon-to-be married couple also forgo the rehearsal dinner altogether to save money, so you didn't get a chance to see him before the ceremony.

“All I'm saying is if you wanna take a stab at that, this is the perfect time. He's single, he has great hair, he's wearing a dope suit, and did I mention hot?” Gigi keeps cajoling. “Hell, I'll hit that, If you don't. So better act fast.”

“He always had great hair,” Samira agrees, downing the rest of her wine.

“And he asked about you the other day when I showed him the pics of our trip,” Sugar adds.

“Oh,” you try not to sound too pleased, cause you doubt he ever paid any attention to you. Why would he start now?

“Yeah, he was definitely checking you out, and loved that video of you at the karaoke bar,” Samira chimes in as she pours another glass.

“Okay, you're making that up. No more wine for you, missy,” you promptly snatch the bottle from your friend and put it away while they all laugh. “Wait… he saw the video of me singing?”

“Uh-hm.”

You file that information for later and once you are all dressed up, you hand Natalie a stunning bouquet of roses before leaving the room.

“Thanks,” she grabs your arm for a second as Gigi and Samira head out. “Sorry for making fun of you… again. You know we love you and that we just want the best for you.”

“I know,” you mumble timidly.

“Sweetie, you don't need my permission, but if you wanted to ask Michael out, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. He'd be lucky to have someone like you.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because… You've always been like a sister to me, and part of me wanted him to see how amazing you are, so I kept telling him about you. I showed him photos and videos, hoping that he would. And he did! He really loved that one of you vibing to TLC. Thought you were funny.”

“You told him, didn't you?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“I'd stab you if you weren't about to get married,” your serious tone makes her snort.

“Look, you’re not dating anyone. He’s not dating anyone… I could ask him if he's interested before Gigi swipes him up.”

“Nat,” you sigh into a heavy pause, looking into her clear blue eyes. “We’re not in school anymore, you don’t have to play matchmaker. And it's your day! The last thing on my mind is hooking up with someone. Let alone your brother. So drop it.”

“Just saying. It could really be a wedding present for me if you two were to…” you scowl at her, which makes her leave that thought unfinished.

“Okay, that's gross, let’s get you married, so I can kill you right after.”

“Alright, alright. I promise I won’t mention it again.”

In your lavender dress and matching heels, you wait for your cue as the wedding starts. The quartet starts playing. Once the officiant and the groom are in position, groomsmen, and bridesmaids walk down the aisle in pairs. You line up with the bridesmaids by the floral arch on the side of the bride in the lush garden and watch as Natalie walks down the aisle, escorted by both brothers, Carmen and Michael.

She looks radiant, but your stare darts slightly to your former crush. He’s dressed in a dark suit and royal blue shirt, no tie. His fluffy hair pushed back, shining under the sun like black licorice. His features are sharply defined as usual, but there's definitely a certain glow around him that makes him look more handsome than you remember.

Credit where credit's due, Gigi was right. They all were. He still manages to stir those intense feelings and butterflies in your stomach that you thought gone when your eyes meet for a split second as they get closer to the altar. There's also a glimpse of a smile in his lips, directed at you. Or so it looks like. Maybe you're making it up in the chaotic mess that is your mind.

Carmy and Michael kiss either side of Natalie's face when they reach the altar, and then they take their seats on the first row as she stands face to face with Pete.

The quartet stops playing, the officiant starts speaking, and you aim your focus to the ceremony.

Once Natalie and Pete are pronounced husband and wife, there's a time dedicated to take a few pictures of the wedding party in that very same garden before losing the natural light.

Despite promising she was going to let it go, your now-married friend insists on making sure you and Michael end up in several pictures together.

“Mmm… Marcus, is it?” you shake hands with him, pretending to have forgotten his name.

“Michael,” his grip is firm around your hand.

“Oh, sorry, Mario. I have a terrible memory.”

“Don't be cute. I know you remember,” he scoffs, amused, linking one arm around your waist per the photographer's instructions.

You swallow, nervously placing your hand on his firm back, trying to keep your cool. As the photographer takes a series of snapshots, Michael starts humming a familiar song. No scrubs. The one you sang in that famous video your friends filmed.

You press your lips together, and pretend you're not hearing it. It seems like they've all been scheming together against you, or in your favor. You're not sure. You know Sugar wouldn't do anything to make you uncomfortable, but this is getting ridiculous.

“Save me a dance later, would you?” he requests with a wink once the photoshoot session is over.

“I can't, Mitchell. I've already promised that to one of the groomsmen,” lie.

“You're gonna keep that bit the rest of the day?”

You shrug your shoulders, “it's not up to me, Marley.”

“Alright, come find me when you grow up.”

He presses his lips in a tight smile and walks away, leaving you dwelling in that awkwardness that washes over you, and wondering if he's messing with you or if he's suddenly into you. Those are good questions that you can't leave unanswered. If there's a chance that Michael Berzatto likes you, and that's a big IF, you really need to find out. The ball is in your court now. The question is… Do you want to throw it back?

The party moves to the banquet room in the hotel. There's plenty of food, drinks, music, and people in the room, but none of it can't distract you from the presence of Michael. This isn't how you expected to spend the day of your friend's wedding. And it's really going to bother you if you don't at least try to have a nice conversation with him. This is probably your last chance, so right after your heartfelt toast, you wipe your tears, throw back some liquid courage to walk up to his table.

He's nursing a glass of scotch, watching people on the dance floor, when you quietly take the empty chair besides him.

“No Richie today?” you break the ice.

“Oh, you remember his name but not mine?”

“Get over yourself, Michael. You know, I always got a little awkward when I was nervous. And unfortunately, it still happens.”

“Think you're doing pretty good right now.”

“Had a little help,” you tilt your glass in his direction.

“Well, I'm glad you decided to join me,” he nods and points at the bar where Richie is conversing animatedly with your friend Gigi. “I had to convince Sugar to invite him. Hope he behaves for my sake.”

“Oh no, you're a dead man. Nothing good is gonna come out of that.”

“How so?”

“They're both insane, divorced and desperate. That's a dangerous cocktail nobody wants to drink,” you point out.

“Yeah, you're right. I guess I didn't really think it through.”

“You're screwed, Berzatto,” you take a sip of your glass and turn your eyes from the bar to Michael. “You know I was just joshing earlier, right? It surprised me that you were so… Direct.”

“Men aren't usually direct with you?”

“No, I guess I haven’t been very lucky in that department… Or maybe I’m just a bitch with unreachable standards that scares away any potential suitors.”

“That would explain a lot.”

“Gee, thanks!”

“I’m kidding. I’m sure your standards are reasonable. And I don’t think you’re a bitch if that helps.”

“Yet you’re wondering why I came here alone?”

“Not really. I didn't bring a date, either.”

“Yeah? Why is that?”

“I dunno. Maybe I have really high standards, too,” he winks casually at you, knocking you out of your game.

You should have come prepared for this, but you never thought in a million years that Michael Berzatto would ever show any interest in you.

Still trying to figure out if you're picking up the right signals from him, you prop your elbows on the table and let out a sigh as he presses the rim of his glass to his mouth to take a swig.

You bite your lip and watch the guests swaying animatedly on the dance floor.

“So. Do you wanna dance?” he softly taps one of your arms.

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Did your sister put you up to this?”

“Why would she?”

“Don't play dumb. I used to have the biggest crush on you, and if you didn't notice, I'm sure your Sugar has told you.”

His lips draw a lopsided smile. “She might have mentioned something a while ago, but she didn't put me up to this, I swear. This is all me. I only asked you for a dance. I didn't ask you to marry me.”

“I suppose a dance wouldn’t be that bad.”

“I'll take that,” he throws back the rest of his drink in one gulp, stands up, offering his hand up to you, “shall we?”

You were hoping to have some more time to prepare, but his sharp conviction is something you can’t reject. That’s part of Michael Berzatto’s appeal. He’s always been such a bold and outgoing guy, it's daunting. It’s good to see that hasn’t changed at all. The only thing that’s different is that now he’s wasting his charms on you.

With some apprehension, you follow his steps into the dance floor. There’s a mid-tempo song playing that you don’t recognize that makes you forget altogether how to move your body. So you just stand there, three feet away from him, like a deer caught in headlights, bobbing your head, avoiding his eyes.

Michael stares at you, slightly entertained by how uncomfortable you look right now, and throws you a lifeline by stepping closer, picking up your hands and placing them on his shoulders.

“What are you so afraid of, sweetheart?” he asks, planting his palms on your waist, guiding you slowly to move with him.

“I'm afraid that I'm not a very good dancer.”

“I doubt that.”

“Wait till I step on you,” you subconsciously look down at your feet.

“Follow my lead. You'll be fine.”

“Okay, Johnny Castle, but don't make me mambo, salsa, waltz… Or anything that requires taking my feet off the ground.”

“Who the hell is Johnny Castle?”

“Patrick Swayze? Dirty Dancing?” you question, as if it was the most outrageous thing that he hadn’t heard about that film.

“I’m more of a Road House kinda guy.” Of course, he is. “Was that another crush of yours?”

“Oh, big time!”

“Ok, got it, nothing fancy, we're just swaying. See?” His hands guide your body to move side to side, but it's impossible not to feel a little clumsy in your steps.

“Hey, what do you think of Pete?” He asks, using his head to point at the newly-weds.

“Uhh,” you glance to the side to see Pete wrapping an arm around Natalie, “he can be a total douche sometimes, but he's always sweet to her. I guess that's what matters. Why? What do you think about him?”

“Words out of my mouth.”

“Michael?” You glance up to his deep dark eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Be honest, why did you want to dance with me?”

“Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

Your lips pull up on the sides as your head nods.

“Cause I wanted to dance with the prettiest girl I've ever met.”

If this is a dream, you don't wanna wake up to find out that this was just a concoction of your mind. It's not. It feels real. If you weren't holding onto him, you'd fall to your knees after hearing his words roll past his beautiful lips.

There are so many questions you wanna ask, but you can only sigh, and smile wider under the sweet glow of his brown eyes fixed on you.

“You really think that I’m that pretty or interesting?” your mouth opens after a pregnant pause, at the same time the song switches to something incredibly romantic.

“I've always thought that. It just took me a while to realize it.”

“God, you have the perfect answer to everything. That's really annoying.”

“I don't. I swear. You just caught me in a good mood.”

“I don't remember you ever being in a bad mood.”

“I have my moments. Trust me.”

He unexpectedly picks one of your hands from his shoulder, lifts it in the air to have you spinning ungracefully under his elbow before quickly wrapping his opposite arm around your waist to dip you. He grins at the shocked expression on your face for a second before bringing your body upright.

“Please, don't do that again,” you brace your hands to his chest right after.

“Why? That was perfect, sweetheart,” he laughs, “Johnny Castle would be proud.”

Your lips curl softly, letting your palms tentatively slide on his blazer until they're caught on the warm surface of his neck.

“Am I making you nervous?” he dares to ask, knowing pretty much that he's driving you crazy.

“A little,” a lot, actually.

He whispers, – sorry – as you run your fingers at the hair at his nape. You observe up close how he licks his lips, noticing his hands clutching harder to your waist. His head leans closer, and you draw a breath, preparing yourself for having his lips colliding against yours. It feels like the world stops spinning for a second and just about when he's about to kiss you something, someone in this case, crashes against your back making you lose your balance. Michael anchors you to the floor quickly before you can fall, as a slurred-drunk voice apologizes at your back.

“Fucking idiot,” Michael mutters and checks on you, “you okay, sweetheart?”

You're not. The spell is broken, and your dress suddenly feels cold and wet from the drink that was spilled along your hip.

You excuse yourself, and rush out of the dance floor, so you can clean yourself up.

There’s a big surprise in the nearest bathroom you find, and that is your friend Gigi making out with Richie with such passion, they don't even notice you opening and quickly closing the door.

The tiny glimpse that you caught of Richie propping your friend on the sink and sliding his hands under her skirt makes your jaw almost fall to the floor. You wish you could erase that from your memory immediately, but at least it has made you forget momentarily about your dress.

When you turn around, you’re faced with Michael again. You ran out so fast you didn’t notice him following behind.

“What’s wrong?”

“Richie and Gigi,” smacking your lips, you point with your thumb to the door with no further explanation.

“Wow, they didn’t waste any time.”

“That's the thing about weddings. They make people do crazy things.”

“Tell me about it,” Michael looks down for a beat, licks his lips, and steps closer.

He holds your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up. As he leans to capture your mouth, you flinch, “what are you doing?”

“Something crazy,” the corners of his mouth quirk up, making another move, and you jerk your face a second time in reflex. It’s not that you don't wanna kiss him, you absolutely do. You just need another moment to process it.

“Damn, girl. Can you just stay still, so I can kiss you already?” He demands without an ounce of entitlement. Just driven by the desire to taste your lips.

“Alright, okay… just give me a second,” you yield to his craving, letting him slowly guide you, so your back is pressed against the wall.

There’s no escape now, this is the moment you’ve dreamed with many moons ago that seemed like a pipe dream back then. All those thoughts vanish the moment his lips are pressed against yours firmly, before letting them bounce a couple of times together. His alcohol-tainted breath mixes with yours as his lips part wider. He captures your lower lip with a light suck, followed by the tip of his tongue shamelessly drawing the curve of your mouth. It's deliciously sexy and sweet and everything in between. You close your eyes and follow his lead, opening your mouth and letting him slot his lips against yours. His tongue invades past your teeth without resistance. It challenges you to kiss him back. It takes you a moment to respond, but soon enough, you're fully immersed in the depth of his mouth, taking the reins of the kiss.

You haven't been kissed like this in a while. Maybe ever.

When your mouths separate, you realize your hands are anchored to his back, and he's fully pressed against you. His lips are covered in your saliva and vice versa.

“I'm going to change my dress,” you sigh, giving him a little push, so you can put yourself together.

“Oh… Okay,” there's a hint of disappointment in his tone.

You clear your throat and harness an ounce of confidence to ask, “do you wanna come? I might need some help. The zipper is a little tricky in this thing.”

Right.

His expression turns on a dime, eyes wide open, white edge teeth showing behind his slightly parted lips. Speechless by the implication of your proposal, he cleans his lips on his palm before responding, “I… sure.”

Proud of yourself for taking a gamble and hitting the jackpot, you go back inside the banquet hall first to collect your purse from the table and then head up to the elevators with him following closely behind.

A palm lands at the small of your back while you press the button. The anticipation makes your stomach flutter wilder than ever. Who would have thought you'd be taking Michael to your room on this day? It feels surreal. Absolutely bananas.

You don't say a word during the elevator ride up to the fourth floor.

When you reach your door, you notice his palms framing your hips from behind. His touch makes your pulse tremble while using the key card. It takes you a couple of tries to open the door.

There's a strange force, an electricity buzzing, that grows more powerful the second you're inside.

You hit the light switch, drop your purse on the chair and turn to face him.

Following that unstoppable whim, you place your palms on his chest and push back his blazer. He shrugs it off as you move to undo the few buttons he's fastened. Your fingers tremor anxiously as you uncover his defined torso. You want to stick out your tongue and trace those two lines forming a V oh his abdomen that leads to the outline of his cock behind the tight fabric of his dress slacks. It’s too bold of a move for you right now, so you let your fingers do your bidding.

When your hands reach his belt, they proceed to unbuckle it under the lust-filled shadow of that flame of his gaze that could scorch the surface of the earth if he wanted to in a second.

He’s already half hard when you unzip his fly, and that's as far as he allows you to go. Michael's dying to touch you, to undress you and fuck you. He quickly turns you around, making you gasp, and finds the zipper of your dress. Your skin rises into goosebumps when he pulls the tab down. He nibbles at the crook of your neck, pushing the top of your dress down to your waist. You shimmy your legs out of it as his hands invite themselves to your skin.

His all hands and mouth around you as he removes your strapless bra and guides you to lay down on the bed.

The fire that lights up his eyes sears through yours as he slips out of his unbuttoned shirt. He then props a knee on the bed, hovering over you, and lowers his head to kiss your stomach. His tongue darts out and draws a circle around your navel. Your head falls back on the mattress, as he leaves a trail of wet kisses up your torso. He nibbles once more at your neck, increasing your arousal up to eleven.

“Michael, please,” you groan as he presses himself between your legs, grinding slowly behind layers of fabric, coaxing your juices to stain your underwear and growing himself a hard-rock erection that can barely be held by his boxers.

Lifting lifts his head, he props himself on his elbows, and surveys the tortured expression on your face as his hips keep relentlessly moving.

“Fuck, you're goddamn gorgeous, baby,” he exhales, proceeding to swiftly rid you off your panties, and pushing his pants and underwear down.

He drives his hardness inside you with great care, pushing inch after inch of that monumental erection that stretches your slicked walls. You close your eyes as he experiments with his thrusting, molding your opening to its generous size.

“Is this how you imagined this?” he pants against the corner of your mouth.

“No. This is better… Much, much better,” you purr, palming his ass, encouraging him to move faster.

If you had a free hand, you'd pinch yourself to check if this is really happening right now. It still blows your mind thinking that Michael Berzatto is deeply buried inside you, wanting you, claiming every cell of your body for his enjoyment. You gladly surrender to his desires as the cadence of his hips drive you into madness. As much as you try to contain your moans, he does everything in his hand to force every moan, curse, and breath to fly out past your teeth.

He slams into you with passion, bites your skin, grips your tits, devours your mouth, setting every inch ablaze. It’s as mind-blowing as it is fast, but he earns himself a good squeeze of your walls when he brings you to orgasm. He comes undone just merely a second after, releasing a wild grunt that ripples all over your skin, and pouring all his warm seed into the depths of your pussy, having his hips jerking erratically until he’s spilled every drop.

His cum sticks to your walls as he rolls to the side of the mattress with a grunt. Your head is spinning out of its usual axis, overtaken by that powerful boost of endorphins, and your lungs struggle for a deep breath.

For a long minute, you both stare at the ceiling while you regain your breath.

When he composes himself, he turns to the side to look at you, sweetly letting one of his fingers brush your cheek, “do you wanna do this again tomorrow?”

“Can't. I'm leaving, remember?”

“Right.”

“But you can stay the night if you want. And repeat later. And maybe one more time even later. Would you like that?”

“I'd love to, sweetheart.”

#michael berzatto x reader #michael berzatto #the bear #the bear fanfiction #jon bernthal #jon bernthal fanfiction #jon bernthal smut #darlingwrites #smut #fluff

[funficwriter]

A Wolf and A Snake (Wriothesley x Reader)

Chapter 3: In the Low Gardens

A/N: Thank you all so much for being patient with me! I wanted this chapter to be fun to read, but had so little time to write this week. I just hope I have a little more freedom in the future. Anyways, enjoy!

Synopsis: Being a noble meant that marriage was a chess game, not an affair of love. Unfortunately for the pristine Balthazar family of Fontaine, Y/N has long been enamored with love and sought it out before their priorities. After her grey, boring time of courtesy, she meets Duke Wriothesley, who makes her yearn for the first time in her life, and it's the same for him. Threatened by the idea of losing this first, it seems they'll stop at very little to be together...

Taglist: @yue-caelum, @reyy-chanx, @mis-disaster, @ladyarchiviste, @keigo-hawks-takami-simp

Warnings: Talk of murder/violence/corruption, yandere talk, Wrio gets a lil primal, a few smutty details, does scheming behind the back count as a warning? Lol

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Your parents were not the type to sing, least of all sing to express joy. But whenever they peered at you from the balcony, they looked like they could explode in song any minute. They never looked as jubilant, as proud of their daughter as they saw her, arm linked with the chivalrous and gentle Duke Archandelle.

You supposed any other girl would kill to be in your place. Duke Archandelle hailed from a long and well-respected lineage, and made a fortune for both himself and Fontaine's economy through his commerce. He was rather handsome, had a voice described as 'light honey with mint', and towered over you, the lady he was going to protect with that advantage. Hopefully, for the rest of your lives. On top of that, he was cultured, up-to-date with Fontaine's classical and modern trends, but was no pansy; He was an excellent swordfighter and hunter. You almost heard their voices yelling at you: "You've got the perfect gentleman falling at your feet, and you're not grateful?! How dare you!".

There you two were, in one of your manor's many gardens. This was the highest, prettiest one of all, and had a lovely table among the flowers where you would soon take your tea. Both of you were well-dressed, engaged in conversation (he carried most of it) and took tiny steps to ensure it stayed that way. You looked like the perfect royal Fontainian couple. Add on the fact that Archandelle has decreed himself 'fervently in love' with you, and didn't look like he was going to give up... No wonder your parents were probably even happier than they were on their own wedding day.

'Fervently in love', my ass. If I wasn't so angry, I'd laugh. Maybe with his stupid monologues or my last name's history book... My Wriothesley could teach him a thing or two about love.

"And I say, it was so dastardly for them to write that ending! I mean, to let these filthy 'protagonists' get away with their crimes! I can think of youngsters reading this novel. What will they think? How are we raising them and- My dear, are you with me?".

The funny thing about his tirades was how they can be condensed to the same strand of puritanism, either outrageous or righteous. You barely had to listen and should he feel testy, you had an answer.

"Ah, forgive me, my dear Duke. I was just appalled at the text, to the point where I didn't know what to say. But do know I'm in full agreement!".

He beamed: "Why, of course you are. Your parents raised a fine and virtuous young lady who knows right from wrong.".

Your agreement seemed to have calmed him down. He stopped to take your hand and kiss it.

"One of the countless reasons I fell in love with you.".

Liar!

You wished you could shut him up. As he embodied the peak of your social class, he also had all the ideas you wanted to criticize as loud as you can, but couldn't risk. One of them was this picking on cultural output not based on whether it was good, whether they liked it, but whether it was 'moral' or not. What's more is the power they hold. Should something not be 'moral', that would mean another secret trip to the bookstore for you, before it got fully banned.

Though you couldn't shut him up, you had two tools up your arsenal: The first was thinking of Wriothesley, which made you surprisingly more patient than you imagined. The second was hearing Archandelle be less of a whiner, more of an admirer.

"Say, my Lord, surely you've seen some good plays where this doesn't happen, right? I'm sure we'll all need good recommendations.".

Once again, he beamed, and you could tell he was restricting himself from being too physical. But perhaps he felt a bit more daring, because he put an arm around your waist and carried on walking, while talking about 'good' plays he's seen (which you were sure were total dogshit if it came from him.).

The butler had called you for tea time. It wasn't the day for your favorite dessert, but a quick wink from Agatha, who was passing by, let you know who twisted his arm into bending the unofficial rule. You felt a bit of remorse for not being able to tell her who you really liked, but you decided to do it when you were in a more secure position with Wriothesley.

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Curse whoever decided that falling in love with a half-wolf (or any hybrid, for that matter) was a curse, and bless your own canine lover for using his affinity towards the night to pick this one. The stars shined along with the soft moon, with only a few cloudy wisps passing by. The air was crisp, cooling but not so much that you had to stay in.

The hour struck. Your heart did a leap so brusque, you had to take a deep breath. The clock said it all: It was time.

You picked a simple dress for your rendez-voux; Flattering, but no hassle. Your mother wasn't fond of it, because she thought it didn't 'do justice to your beauty'. Another one of millions of differences between you two, separating her and your father into the loud and showy sun, while you counted the minutes until you could entangle your hand into his under the moon. Though everyone slept, the night was still young... Should you desire it, would more than that happen?

No one could police your desires if you thought of them.

Let him hold me again. Let him hold me securely, claiming me as his under the full moon as his own culture decrees. I'm asking a lot... But please, let him kiss me before Duke Archandelle does and let him scream it out to the world so it could throw me into his arms.

As you made your way down, your reverie was only interrupted when you passed by your elder brother's room. Being married, he split his time between his new villa and your manor. You weren't looking forward to his next visit, especially when he caught wind of your 'engagement' with Duke Archandelle and sent you a long, pompous letter congratulating you as his 'equally prestigious sister, upholding the Balthazar's powerful unions'. Ugh.

In retrospect, perhaps you should have hurried along; Just after you continued, you bumped into a curvaceous figure you knew well (after all, she held you more than your mother) and made an audible "Ow!".

So much for not being caught, least of all by your own hissing governess. Should you be caught, she'd surely get heat for not making sure you were in bed.

"Y/N! What are you doing out of bed? You have lessons tomorrow, don't you?".

As she talked, she pulled you away from your brother's door and the bedrooms of the floor. After all, she was just in as much danger as you were.

"Agatha! Hey, um... I was... I was going down to grab a glass of water. I'm thirsty.".

Forget the fact that you weren't in your sleeping attire and that your voice was racked in nerve. How could you have hoped to lie to her, your true mother figure who knew every inkling of you hiding something on your face? Her quirked-up brows clearly let you know that she didn't buy it, but what really made you want to spill the beans was the slight glimmer in her eyes: She was hurt by you lying to her.

"Really, Y/N? After all those years, you think I'd believe that? I have raised you as my own, yet you act as if I were hired this morning.".

"Agatha, I'm so sorry. Please don't be sad, I'll tell you but...".

You couldn't believe it; You were about to tell someone that you were seeing another man behind your arranged partner's back. It would be one thing if he were some king and your parents were idiots at making their final verdict. But you were seeing Duke Wriothesley of Meropide. You were seeing a wolf-hybrid, a dangerous kind to human beings (even though you'd argue that correlation does not equal causation). You were seeing a prison warden, a polite but hardy, brutish man.

Agatha could sense that your secret was a big one. She ran a hand through your head: "My dear, I've always kept your secrets, haven't I? What is so scary that you would hide it from me of all people?".

"Oh, Agatha, it's not scary at all. It's wonderful and lovely and beautiful. It makes me get out of bed with hope in my heart. it sends me to sleep as the happiest girl of Teyvat.".

Her face broke out into a smile: "By Focalors! What is it then?".

"But I'm the only one who sees it that way! It's not scary to me at all. He brings me all the joy in my life, and yet if anyone found out that would spell the end of me and him! Agatha, why did you have to be up tonight of all nights?".

A moment of silence eclipsed, you wallowing in the realization that you gave her a hint. In both your hearts, you felt that she knew you didn't like Duke Archandelle, as with most royal women. But to go to the lengths of seeing another man... Did she think you had it in you?

"Who is he, Y/N?".

"Duke Wriothesley of Meropide. We snuck by the last two socials, and we were planning to meet up tonight in the low gardens.".

You could see the shock in her face. Anyone would be, pairing you with him of all gentlemen. You couldn't blame her. If anything, you wanted to burst in tears, put your head at her feet and thank her for her tolerance. Rather than alerting even the most insignificant servant in the house, she patted your hand and stayed.

"Does he make you happy?".

"Yes. Happy enough to live.".

"That's a lot of happiness. A level you've always deserved, but if you're honest, only recently acquired. If at last my prayers for your joy are answered and they come in his form, who am I to judge you?".

A small, meek smile made its way on her face. You threw your arms around her shoulders.

"Thank you, Agatha, thank you!".

She helped you up, then looked out of the window. Whether it was at the skies or the gardens below, you couldn't tell nor had the time to ask. She grabbed your hand and continued the way downstairs.

"Let's not keep him waiting.".

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You stepped out, feeling light and relaxed under the cool moon. Then there he was: Your very own prince charming, who was expectantly waiting in front of the garden's backdoor. His ears perked up. Once he saw you, your time of admiration from afar was over. A few loud steps resonated before you felt his embrace engulf you, and at last you were in his arms and everything felt (was) alright.

What made it better was his reciprocation; From the big, dumb smile, to the twitching ears (how cute!) to the feeling of his strong muscles protecting you from whatever misery could strike you right then and there...

"If I told you of how much my heart screamed out for you, you wouldn't hear the end of it.".

He kissed your hand as per usual. You supposed that if you wanted more, you had to catalyze it yourself: "I don't want to hear its end, Wriothesley.".

You didn't have to hear it, for you were still held against him. His heart was beating frenetically, reverberating into your own body.

Only when he looked up and saw Agatha, that wonder dwindled.

"What the... Who are you?".

"Wait, Wrio. She's on our side. She's the only one who supports our romance.".

He let out a small 'oh', trying to relax but with worry clear on his face. Agatha, being ever so talented at soothing, stepped in.

"Greeting, Lord Wriothesley. I am Y/N's governess. Forgive me for being out, I wasn't supposed to know of this. I just caught her by accident, but I promise I won't tell a soul.".

He took a moment before speaking up: "Agatha? Oh, Y/N has mentioned you before. In that case, I'm glad it was you who caught her, and no one else. And thank you for keeping up the secrecy, though it won't be that way forever. I intend to marry her, one way or another.".

"Frankly, anyone who can take care of her and makes her happy is great, in my opinion.".

Her warm, motherly smile has lowered many people's guards. You could tell his worry was fading away, knowing she could be trusted. He nodded one more time, and off you two went. The good thing about the low gardens was the fact that unless someone was close, no one could hear you. It was the 'abandoned' garden per se. While it wasn't as grand as the higher ones, it had many beautiful flowers, a lake, and you could never uncouple your memories of playing hide-and-seek there with Agatha or your friends.

But nevertheless, it didn't stop your displeasure at the fact that you weren't recognized at his yet. You wanted to show all of Teyvat who you really loved, who had the right to call you 'mine'.

"I wish... I wish I could have shown you the higher gardens.".

He squeezed your hand and you looked up to him. You could have died with the beautiful vision in front of you: Did the moon make his piercing eyes glow better, or was that just you?

"My love, there will be a day where we can stroll out in the open, in whatever garden you want. And besides...".

He looked on his surroundings as you kept walking, now linking arms.

"I like the secrecy aspect that comes with this one. It's like... Like our social world doesn't want you to be mine. And yet here and now, you are. Always were, always will be.".

It made you blush. It only got worse when you wanted to tuck a piece of hair, and he caught a glance at the wolf bracelet: "And from the looks of it, you want to be all mine, don't you?".

"Oh, yes. I wear it all the time Father isn't around. I'm sorry if I was morose earlier. It's the fact that I can't stand being someone else's fiancée, especially when I had no say in the matter.".

"Don't beat yourself up. I know well that we're on the same wavelength. I'm already scheming on it, too...".

While you loved talking about being his, you knew that alone wasn't enough. There had to be some sort of plan, some idea as to how he'd get you. And much to your happiness, he wasn't empty-headed to doom you to just keeping your affair, an affair. You leaned close to listen.

"So I'm presuming he wants to marry you because of your family name, yes? Like all other shitty noble marriages...".

You laughed a bit: "That's the one.".

"I already have an investigator to look further into his. Depending on whether he committed serious crime, going above the general corruption that's too often seen and brushed aside, you as his future wife have the right to file for a 'Motion of Marital Worry'. Then the Court could look into how that may affect you, and thus stop you from marrying him even if your father objects.".

This was... Wonderful.

"Why, Wriothesley, I love a man who's proactive! But I have one worry about this plan: Fontaine may be less corrupt than other nations, but there's still crime that's deemed as 'not serious', especially from our class. What if they bribe someone? That's what always happens.".

"Nah, don't worry. I myself am well acquainted with some... Important figures in the judicial system. They'll be sure to look out for such a motion with your name or mine on it. And if the crime is very serious, there's no way they'll turn their head.".

He stopped walking, letting the soft howl of the wind play out before continuing: "And anyways, that's only the first plan. I've got more ideas in case it doesn't work.".

"You really think ahead, eh?".

"If it concerns you? I think about it all the time. Even my sleep is yours.".

All the time. All the time, for me. This union was nothing like the trash your father wanted to force you in. In the other one, you belonged to Archandelle, but contrary to his spiel about love, he didn't belong to you. Maybe not other women if he were 'loyal', but you saw his attitude towards seeing you as a Balthazar, versus seeing you as... You. He really only belonged to himself.

"Don't worry. If he didn't do anything, I'll just make him. If his hand is clean, I'll twist it until it bleeds then yell bloody murder until he's sentenced for life.".

Wriothesley long made it clear, and he kept making it clear to reassure you. His loving gaze, his obsession, his thought of you that went as far as remembering everything you've ever loved or told him (and believe me, it's a lot) said it all: He belonged to you, and you belonged to him, as true love should be.

You stroked his cheek, taking in his eyes as he did yours: "And when you twist him into the wrangled, bloody mess you can make... I'll cheer you on. I'll praise like I'm watching the greatest of theater.".

Perhaps it was the fact that everything has been so dreary, or that the full moon just made people playful, but you broke away from him, your arms brusquely rejecting him and giving you distance. His stunned look hurt you a bit, but the fun you wanted was priceless.

"But Duke Wriothesley, the prince must always fight hard for the one he desires, yes?".

His boot made a quiet crunch as he approached you, and you took a step back. In a way, it was fun, withholding yourself from him as he ached for you. However, he reciprocated your playful smirk, understanding what your intention was. As you stepped back, you did the occasional twirl as your dress flowed with the moon's shine.

Teasing him was so fun: "Aren't I right? Isn't what he desires most, the most guarded and forbidden by everyone else? Shouldn't he be ready to do anything if he loves the princess that much?".

"My... Are you underestimating the limits I'll break to call you my wife? While I try to be calm to avoid prejudice, I have no issue tuning into my violent side if it's for you.".

The string snapped. You turned back and ran off: "We'll see about that, Your Grace!".

How long has it been since you ran? You forgot the freedom, the breeziness it offered.

"I'll make you see, alright!"

But that wasn't where your true excitement laid. It was the quicker, heavier crunching sound right behind you.

Off the wolf went, chasing down his partner. He had the advantage of being fit, and his hybrid blood granting him more speed than the average human. But you were also flighty and you knew the garden better than he did. Whenever he thought he had you, you ran back another corner, and even pulled your tongue at him if he was far enough.

At some point, you hid close to the lake. He had not reached this area yet, so you were safe to catch your breath. If only this could last beyond your couple of hours together! Not even factoring the end yet, you thought of him, smiling and chasing you both literally and figuratively. Only when you looked down to check on your dress, did you notice your legs clenching tight and the sudden warmth, the higher you went...

Perhaps you should have remembered that you were still being chased, ergo had no more time than a few quick breaths. You didn't hear the rustle of the bushes. Before you knew it, large hands grabbed your waist and their owner let out a victorious growl, lifting you up.

"Oh no, the wolf got me!".

"Damn right, he did! Now you're his to devour!".

He wanted to carry on, but a loving state always reduces one to recklessness. He tripped on a pebble, but made sure to switch so he'd take the fall rather than you. Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as he expected.

"Wriothesley, my dear! Are you okay?".

He chuckled at your worried face: "Nah, don't worry. It was way softer than I expected. Hah...".

A crimson blush spread upon both of your faces (but especially yours). It just dawned on you: You were on top of him, like on his body, and the chase excited him in the same way it did you. His red cheeks and the hard poke you felt against your thigh said it all.

"Archons, I... I'm so sorry, Y/N. I tend to enjoy that sort of stuff, running around and chasing...".

"It's okay... I enjoyed it, too...".

The time stopped when you (slowly, yet surely) shook off the awkwardness, as you sat up in his lap. How do you proceed from there? How do you deal with feeling so clueless in what you want? You barely processed that, as you ran a hesitant hand through his hair.

"I really like your ears.".

"There it is.".

His arms tightened around your waist as he replayed the phrase in his head: "I really like your ears.". And you liked his dark attire above all the others'. And you liked his voice and his way of comportment, and by Focalors, you were madly in love with the human and wolf halves of him, never conditionally or pretending some part of him did not exist.

In the midst of this prolonged yearning, you two could no longer wait. He leaned down and sealed his promises with the kiss you've long thought of and saved just for him.

The full moon made its appearance on the lake reflection. The wind rustled the plants around you a bit. Unbelieving that this was actually happening, you pulled him in closer, wishing you could merge your bodies together. Even when you were dipping slower, slower into the ground, you knew he wouldn't let you fall harshly. You knew his tight grip was ever present to protect you from that or any other dangers, and its warmth of love and appreciation was only for you.

And you took in his mint breath, each time breathing in more and more. You were starved for your lover, and so was he, keeping you in his arms and away from a world that wanted you two apart. It already did enough of that throughout the day. The night was yours.

You two broke away, panting and looking into each other's diluted pupils. Sometimes, you couldn't believe how being with him was like having your own puppy. He whispered: "I love you with the marrow of my bones.", before dipping his head into your neck to kiss it. If marrying him, sharing the same bed, meant you could nuzzle your face into his fluffy hair, you had another reason to fight away from your other suitor.

Happy with its softness against your running hand and face, and his sweet kisses, you couldn't help but purr out: "I can't wait until... Until we can do this all the time, whenever we want.".

"Hah... And that time will come. I've already handed so much to the world, I'm not handing you out too.".

He looked up at the sky to tell the time, then chuckled in a morose manner: "Time sure flies by when I'm with you. It's like I lose control over it so easily.".

He made a sad, but true point; For one, you had to head back into your chambers, because dawn would emerge soon enough and you needed time to change, actually sleep... There was also the fact that even if he got onto the active part of taking you from your father and Archandelle (funny, you just remembered his name), your parents would probably want to have you married soon. Time was of the essence, and that essence was short-lived and impossible to take back.

As he walked you back to the backdoor, hands squeezed tight, he leaned in: "My dear, can I ask you for a favor?".

"Of course. Anything for you.".

"Next time you have to meet that idiot your parents call 'your fiancé', look at whether he behaves out of the norm. Specifically, if he's nervous or uncomfortable. Or maybe if he talks more about politics.".

"I see...".

"Nobles who feel like they have something to hide always act like that. Depending on what's found against him, he could be called for questioning. That's enough to cause unrest.".

You laughed: "As with every other noble guy. You'll probably find worse skeletons in my father's closet.".

"The question isn't whether there are skeletons. It's how you use them.".

You liked that idea a lot, enough to make you smirk. Now that you thought about it, there were many 'skeletons' around you, especially those belonging to your father. And now, you were growing into a position where you could use them, where you could be as knowledgeable in the law as Wriothesley and use it to your advantage. Sure, that might get you called 'disgraceful', but you'd be ripping yourself away from them faster, ergo into your lover. And if Fontaine was all about fairness, what was happening to you was unfair. You were just rectifying an error.

"Uh-oh. My mischievous darling is smiling like that of all ways. What do you have in mind?".

"I just liked what you said. It feels a lot like how the world works.".

"It's not far off.".

Agatha was sitting down next to the backdoor. She stood up and bowed, but her smile grew bigger when she caught sight of your intertwined hands. You felt very lucky to have her by your side.

Before bidding goodnights, Wriothesley turned you to him, and kissed you one more time, before stroking a strand of hair from your face: "Dream of me. Let us meet in the realm of sleep and continue this, until we won't have to dream anymore.".

"I promise.".

Much to your heavy heart, you headed back in, and he was off to the nearest teleportation waypoint. The ending of your meetings always brought sadness to your heart, but he worked so hard for a reason; He would rather die than you two not be together. His very passion was you, and you knew that if he was yours, some things had to be done. And you were sure that could happen, starting with the favor.

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"Y/N, you said he made you the happiest girl of Teyvat?".

"Yes.".

"Well, you sure look like that right now! How was it?".

#yandere genshin x reader #yandere wriothesley x reader #yandere reader #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader

[stainedstardom]

This is the first time I request a ff if it sounds weird I’m sorry but can you do like a Yn Meeks X Ethan Landry (She is the Little Sister of Chad and Mindy) and the Plot is that She is in a Secret Relationship with Ethan and Her Siblings didn’t know about their relationship until they saw them together. Like I said I’m sorry if it sounds weird this is my first time requesting something. Hopefully I didn’t make it sound difficult but I’m really sorry if I did. ALSO I LOVE YOUR FFs THEY ARE SO GOOD

thank you for trusting me with your first request lovely!!

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ethan landry x meeks-martin!fem reader

ever since everything had happened in woodsboro, chad and Mindy felt the need to watch over you and everything you did. when you lost wes due to him dying and then amber was the killer. it all hurt too much and you couldn't go through that loss again.

but here you were in new york, blackmore academy had became home to you and anyone else you knew. tara, mindy, chad , it was your home and sam had came to new york with you.

but when you met ethan, your brothers roommate who had a bright smile and curly brown hair that you knew you could run your fingers through and hold. you had been shot by the love arrow.

but you had to keep it a secret, you couldn't let chad or mindy know that you and ethan were together. they couldn't know, who knows what they would do if they found out and that was your biggest fear. what they would do when they found out that you and ethan had been dating.

going on dates, holding hands, you had been wearing his clothes, he had been buying you flowers, you had matching necklaces, he would always stare at you. the signs were right there and they couldn't even see them so they must be blind

"why cant we just tell them?" ethan asked you one day as you sat in your dorm. you didn't have a roommate luckily and the dorm was big enough for you. so you laid on your bed with ethan as you ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"because my last boyfriend" you stated

"wes right?" he asked and you nodded

"yeah, so when richie and amber did what they did, they killed him and I was never the same. i locked myself in my room for months and didn't talk to anyone. they don't want that to happen again. so they cant know or they'll make me stay away from you" you explained and he sighed.

"im sorry" he said and you shrugged

"not your fault" you said and he leaned up to kiss you, that's when the dorm door was pushed open and chad stood in the doorway with Mindy

"what in the everloving fuckfest?" mindy asked as you and ethan pulled away. chad had an angry look in his eye.

"no no no" chad said and he walked over to ethan. he grabbed his collar and pulled him off of the bed

"what did i tell you about my little sister ethan?" he asked

"chad" you tried

"don't y/n" mindy said and you scoffed making them both turn to you. never once had you stood up for yourself against them and they knew that. they treated you like a five year old and you were tired of it.

"what?" mindy asked

"im an 18 year old girl, im going to have boyfriends, im going to have sex and you just have to deal with that. i know my own limits, I know you're worried about me and after wes, it was hard for me but I'm working through that and I finally feel okay" you stated

"y/n" mindy said

"im not done, im my own women, i know what I'm doing. yes I know that I could lose ethan, I know that the killers could come back, I know that we might be chased for the rest of our lives. i know everything but you cant take care of me forever and you can't protect me forever. this is my life and my relationship so deal with it" you stated and chad stared at you

"fine, but if he breaks your heart im breaking him" chad said and you nodded.

"i know, now can you please get out so I can spend time with my boyfriend?" you asked

"god im going to hate hearing that, lets go chad" mindy said and she led her twin out as they waved and closed the door, ethan turned to you

"wasnt how i was going to tell them but okay" you said and he laughed.

"we're not a secret anymore" he said as he put his hands on your face and smiled

"we're not" you said and he leaned and kissed you with a smile.

and just like that, you weren't a secret

A/N: was i smiling while writing this? yes yes I was

#ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #scream fanfic #scream #jack champion #ethan landry imagine

[kittenshift-17]

Congrats on finishing!

Prompt - Zutara & a flower made of glass

Thank you! I'm very proud of myself and loved the feeling of vulnerability and relief and achievement when it was finally done so I'm probably addicted and will hopefully, finally, be able to chase down that feeling on the rest of my WIPs 😅🥰

"Uhhh, what is that you're holding?" Katara frowned at the object Zuko was gingerly clutching.

"A flower," he answered shortly, avoiding eye contact.

"A..." Katara frowned, stepping closer to try and examine what he held. "Are you sure? It... looks..."

"It's made of glass."

"Oh!" Katara's eyebrows shot up. "Can I see it?"

"No."

She huffed a laugh at the shortness of his answer.

"No?"

"It's a gift for someone," he side-eyed her. "Why are you here, anyway?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Here?" Zuko frowned.

"Yes, I have a date," Katara smiled, blushing prettily. "A blind date, actually. One of Suki's Kyoshi Warrior friends set us up. Actually, can you go somewhere else with your glass flower? The guy I'm waiting on is late, but maybe he's here and doesn't know I'm who he's meeting because you're here."

"Oh, for...." Zuko cursed, his head dropping back while he breathed out a small puff of steam.

Katara flinched when he extended his arm in her direction, offering her the glass flower.

"You just said this was a gift," she scoffed, though she took it anyway to examine the fine blown glass petals, admiring the rich colours infused within.

"It's a gift for the girl I'm meeting. For a blind date. Setup by Ty Lee," Zuko scowled, his eyes back on her, waiting for her to get it.

"You... you're who I'm...? Oh, for crying out loud," Katara started to laugh. "They set us up?"

"Evidently."

"I bet they're nearby, giggling about it too," Katara complained. "We both need better friends."

Zuko didn't say anything, only scowled deeper.

"Well... shall we?" Katara waved an indicative hand to the cafe across the street where the date was supposed to take place.

"They're already inside," Zuko shook his head. "I just saw a flash of one of them. They'll be watching."

"So? Do you not want to have tea with me?" Katara smirked since they’d never even considered dating in all the times they’d known each other.

"You want to go on a date with me?" Zuko frowned, his voice full of sneer.

"Well.... I mean, I'm already dressed," she waved to the nice dress she wore.

Zuko's eyes dropped down, trailing over her slowly.

"You look nice," he conceded quietly, his cheeks turning a bit pink.

"So do you," Katara smiled. "We could... what if instead of tea, we had dinner? I know a place a few blocks away where our friends won't be spying and laughing, if you still want to see the date through."

"Aren't you supposed to go on dates to get to know people?" Zuko frowned. "It's why I hate them. Getting to know someone over tea in a noisy shop is stupid."

Katara started to laugh at his disgruntled expression, reaching to ruffle his combed hair out of its attempted style because it looked ridiculous.

"Good thing you already know me then, isn't it?" She teased, giving a little tug to the front of his shirt as she started to turn, planning to lead his to the restaurant. "Come on. Let's get dinner, and you can tell me why you brought a glass flower instead of a real one."

Zuko pouted, but after a few seconds, he followed her, easily falling into step beside her, the two of them walking close enough that their shoulders occasionally bumped.

"Real one always wilt," he confessed quietly when they were seated at the restaurant. "I get nervous and my hands heat up and then live flowers wilt and go soggy. But uncle says you have to bring flowers on dates.... it's stupid."

He reached, trying to take the pretty glass flower back but Katara moved it out of reach, instead sliding her free hand into his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"It's not stupid," she said softly when Zuko's eyes dropped to their entwined hands. "It's a clever solution. And besides, real flowers only last a few days... a week if you're lucky. This one will last forever."

She smiled, admiring it happily as her cheeks turned pink.

"I think it's nicer to give something with permanence," she murmured. "The point of dating is to find love, after all, and I would think it should be a goal in the search for love to find one that will be permanent."

When she looked up, Zuko was staring at her intently, his cheeks a soft pink and his eyes guarded as though he was waiting for the punchline. Katara only smiled and set the flower gently on her lap before reaching for the menu without releasing Zuko's hand.

"Should we get some tea?" She checked. "Oh, they have so many options! Iroh would spend days here sampling them all. Look!"

Katara slid her chair quickly around the table, slotting herself in close beside Zuko rather than remaining across from him, pointing at the tea list on the menu excitedly. Distracted as she was, she didn't see the guarded gleam in Zuko's gaze melt away into something soft and impossibly fond before he leaned in closer, silently believing dates were definitely nicer if you already knew you loved the person you were meeting.

#kittenshift17 #fanfiction #zutara #send anons #anonymous #writing prompt #prince zuko #katara

[autumnwhistles]

New excerpt from my Last Life musical! This is from Song 12, Their Dubious Game. Leading up to this, Joel has become the first Red name and the server is ostracising him, as per the rules of the season – however, Scott finds this a little suspicious, recalling his time on 3rd Life where Red-Green alliances were prominent. For the first time he starts to doubt if the games are really what they seem.

Lyrics:

SCOTT: In spring, I dwelled, with my husband long ago We lived among the flowers, no thought for sand or snow… But then he fell to red That should have meant the end If the world truly matched the rulebook in our heads Yet still we stuck as one Our tie was not undone* And looking back, I can remember A fealty shades could not dismember Red, crimson, gold, all indifferent we stayed  The king did not turn from his kingdom, With sun and sands, the swindler remained What changed were the rules, not the game we all played…

*thank you @rurus-kadoo for helpful tweaks with this line!

Extra notes:

THIS IS NOT THE FINAL PRODUCT! I'm not sure I'm entirely happy with all of this so there will be tweaks made.

The voices at the start are a chorus of players singing the previous song, "Green, Crimson, Gold", and will have lyrics as well but they're not included here possibly because I haven't written them yet, so they will sound less messy. This is because the two songs take place at around the same time and I thought it would be a good way to show it + it sounds cool + it shows Scott's attitude to the game compared to various other players, who aren't defying anything and are completely following the rules the game has set.

There are some glitches in the audio, eg 0:42, but they're either in the voice parts which means they'll be fixed during the recording process, or in the parts, which I can fix with splicing in production.

I don't think you have to watch 3L to understand this (though it would probably enhance it and I really recommend it, it's still my favourite Life series) – it is mentioned a few times in the musical but only as "the spring", and not extensively. Everything important that happened in it in relation to this will be explained in said song, and the first song implies that there have been multiple games and that this one takes place in the autumn "red leaves to mark the colours of the first to fall", so hopefully it's not too hard to figure out what "in spring" refers to. I'm following a headcanon I saw during Last Life that 3L took place in spring and LL in autumn, which I really liked but can't remember the poster (help would be appreciated).

That being said feedback on the above point (whether it's clear to understand or not) would be appreciated!

Likewise what it means to be red, etc, will be explained earlier in the musical.

I have alluded to a slight headcanon of my own in that (especially Last Life!)Reds aren't made aggressive, untrustworthy etc just by being Red, it's because that's what everyone just perceives of them as well (I have around 100 words of a fic I started for this actually...).

And yep there's a reference to the first song here (the titles of "the king" – ren, and "the swindler" – scar, being used hehe)!

#life series smp #last life smp #excerpts #trafficblr #scott smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname #3rd life smp #traffic life #watchers life series #evo watchers #not tagging eyes ears etc though bc this one isn't so focused on martyn's interpretation specifically #but they are the ones who set the rules in this game #last life the unofficial musical

[dancingdonatello]

Can I request a (oneshot) rise! Donatello x gn! reader who loves climbing, and is also super stealthy? like one minute, they'll be standing across the room from Donnie, then the next second they'll be hanging upside down from the roof or something in front of him 😭

donnie x gn reader

“It’d be a shame if I were to be suddenly frightened and accidentally burned someone with my blow torch.” He looked around the room and waved his blowtorch around. It was a clear warning. You’d be stupid if you tried anything.

Lately, you had been having fun by sneaking up on the brothers. None of them knew how you were so stealthy and anytime they asked, you’d never answer directly. You thought it was funnier if they didn’t know and instead had to wonder.

Donnie slowly got back to his work but not without quick glances around his lab every few minutes.

You dropped from the ceiling and landed directly on his shoulders. It hurt, pretty badly, but it was worth it as he let out a large squawk.

It became not so worth it when he started ripping backwards, knocked off balanced.

You two fell to the ground, but unluckily, your upper back and head hit his table, sending everything on it crashing to the floor.

You two stood up and stared at the damage. Glass was spread all across the floor from broken glasses and beakers he had placed there for easy access.

“Haha… ha,” you picked up the only intact beaker and put it on the lopsided table. It slid back off the table and broke when it hit the floor again. “Uh.”

“Get out.” He pointed to the lab door.

“C’mon, Donnie, you know I didn’t mean to—”

“Get out!”

You flinched at the sudden raising of his voice. He looked very angry with you, so you decided not to push or agitate him any further. You turned and left.

The door shut more loudly than usually, making you jump again. You stared at it, guilty. He probably wouldn’t come out for hours.

You went to go find Mikey or Leo to distract yourself but then you noticed the newly potted plant in the corner of their living room.

You reached over and plucked a flower from the plant. It would be dead in a few days anyways. Mikey probably hadn’t yet thought about the sewer being too dark for a plant just yet and that was why the five other ones he got perished within days. He’d figure it out eventually, hopefully. But for now, you’d make use of his plant.

You tiptoed back over to the lab and stood beside the door, just out of sight if someone were to open it and look out. You pulled out your phone and texted Leo to make Donnie come out of the lab.

In a few moments, you listened to rapid movement in the lab. “The Jupiter Jim movie with Atomic Lad and Lass is on?!” You could hear him fangirling even from behind the door. You tensed, preparing to finish your quickly thought of plan.

The door opened.

You appeared in front of Donnie, seemingly out of nowhere. He glared at you. “Do you mind?” He went to step around you but you stopped in front of him again. He went to go the other way but you still moved. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, for trying to be all sneaky and stuff and ruining your beakers,” you said, sincerely. You held out the flower. “I just liked doing it since you guys are ninjas and stuff and I’m just… some regular person.”

Donnie took the flower from you and inspected it. After a moment or two, he nodded, satisfied with how it looked. “I forgive you. I wasn’t too mad, just in that moment I was surprised and overwhelmed… I’m also sorry for yelling at you. We can watch the Atomic Lass special together, then.”

You smiled nervously. He even apologized too, which was rare. This was definitely going to ruin the moment. He narrowed his eyes at you. “About that…”

#rottmnt x reader #rise donnie x reader #donnie x reader #rise donatello x reader #rottmnt x gender neutral reader #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt x gn reader #donatello x reader

[magnuficent76]

Ermmmm huiiii just a thought but what if you... Talked about Mary Caede moreee :) (hides the suspiciously bouquet of flowers looking bouquet of flowers behind my back)

TEEHEEEE HI MANTIS !!!!!! YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT !!!! I should talk about Mary. Here I go !!

- Mary is a funny woman. She's unremarkable by many people– just another person trying to get by in the crazy wastelands without getting shot at a million times, making a living by selling whatever produce doesn't die in the harsh climate– yet she's very valued by the people of her community. Mary has always been kind despite there being little place for that in a planet like Pandora, and it's because of that kindness that she slipped out of many life threatening situations before. Some people would argue that it's just a front she puts on so she has some chance of survival, but she'd say that it's more so just cause and effect: The nicer you are to people, the less likely they are to impale you and display your body gruesomely. Besides, most appreciate a break from the near constant mayhem.

- When she was a youngster, this was the exact same reason why she wanted to leave her clan and study medicine. Which she couldn't technically do, due to there being No Real Schools in Pandora and much less Actual Doctors, but when you're bleeding out and far away from the nearest safe-spot, there's no complaining to be done when someone comes patch you up. She was basically a field medic, except she didn't really know what she was doing and had to guess a lot of the time, but hey, it's not like *too* many people died ! She did give up eventually due to how depressing the entire thing was, but not before a certain someone happened to find her with a group of injured men who needed taking care of. And wouldn't you know, that someone was Lucifer Lucio Caede and his devils. That oughta end pretty good for them !

- Mary's clan, The Farmhouse, disbanded a few years after she left. It just wasn't the same without her around, and even though they still loved the brutality... there was nothing to offset it, no one to dispute it, nobody to lead or to at least give *some* direction of what to do when the oven sets itself on fire after you try to bake something. It was a real mess, not the fun kind, but they were all fine afterwards I'm sure, minimal casualties. She played a major role but her time of leading bandits and organizing big crimes against the intergalactic rules were over. Better things to do, don't you know !

- Can't actually shoot for the life of her, which would usually mean a death sentence, but really means that she has experience finding Other Ways to kill people should the necessity to do so rise. Most of her repertoire with weapons includes blunt force, like hitting someone with a big bat until they stop moving, or outside forces, like running someone over with a car until they stop moving. It's only ever in self defense though, because Mary ABHORRES blood. It used to make her nauseous as a teen and even as an adult it's still enough to make her head spin. Living in the Death Murder planet, you'd think it'd give *some* immunity or at least indifference to it, but nope. Well, should some bodies be made, they'll be great for fertilizer anyway, so it's not a huge deal. Hopefully.

And here's a doodle just for youuuuu <333

#audience participation #magart #magocs #txt #art #my art #myart #oc art #original character #original characters #my ocs #oc #digital art #digital artist #artists on tumblr #doodles #my doodles #sketch art #sketches #fancharacter #fan character #fan oc #fanocs #borderlands oc #caede tales #oc: mary #my oc stuff #original art #Hi Elvis tag

[fancy-rock-dove]

Chapter Head Art for Maybe Sprout Wings (Full set)

I have had just, So Much Fun working on these. This story really is built on such a great concept, and with such fantastic worldbuilding, and with action so thoroughly in tune with its themes that it really does reward digging into. @moorishflower's writing kills me in the best of ways (and in the sleep deprivation kind of ways but I have no regrets), and designing them was a great time. And on top of that, everyone here has been just, so lovely, so I'm very excited to post the full set of chapter head illustrations!

Stylistic consistency continues to elude me, but hopefully these look like a matched enough set regardless. Cursive titles are the chapter titles, block print is my own title for the illustration. Just for fun, and in tribute to the (probably truly unhinged) amount of time I spent thinking about Symbolism while making these, I'm including one selected Fun Fact relevant to my thoughts on some part of each of these at the bottom of this post in case that interests anyone!

Ch 1: Baobabs are some of the oldest living flowering plants on the planet and can live up to two millennia. I have a lot of feelings about the sheer volume of life these trees can contain (both spatially and in time) and what that means for how we look at them.

Ch 2: If Abel were looking to avoid anachronism, he could still absolutely have left out books that were machine-printed with moveable type, but they'd probably have to have been in Chinese or Korean, from somewhere that had already widely adopted the technology by the 14th century.

Ch 3: Homer's works contain what is believed to be the first written mention of apples in Ancient Greece. Its writing is about as many centuries removed from the events of the Odyssey as the events of this chapter are from the first recorded mention of apples in England.

Ch 4: An ink quill is definitely more aesthetic, but graphite had actually been discovered in England and pencils invented in the decades prior to Shakespeare's first writings. It's entirely possible he could've been jotting down quick notes with a pencil like any stagehand today.

Ch 5: Though Corinthian style architecture is named for the Greek city of Corinth, with which it's associated, its inventor Callimachus is actually thought to be Athenian. The spiny, curling acanthus leaves used in its motifs are generally associated with long life, immortality, and rebirth. Go figure.

Ch 6: Symbolically, clovers are a sign that others are thinking of you. They're associated with good fortune, and apparently also male energy, and seen as a sign of protection. Excellent Fiddler's Green groundcover here.

Ch 7: Three-masted, fully-rigged ships became common in Europe by the 16th or 17th centuries during the Age of Sail because the extra space for sails became more necessary with the increase in open-ocean voyages. Making them the go-to type of vessel for both trade and exploration.

Ch 8: The simple but effective design of drop spindles is largely unchanged from their first documented use in the first century CE. there's evidence of their use for spinning (making a single, stronger thread from many disparate fibers) dating back at least to the advent of agriculture, some 10,000 years ago. Definitely what I picture Clotho using.

Ch 9: The fractal, branching structures of roots, lightning, and Lichtenberg figures are all self-similar: you can get much closer and they'll still appear very similar or identical to the way they were at a distance.

Ch 10: The throne room scenes of Sandman were shot in Guildford Cathedral. The Dreaming's Castle was intentionally designed to be a mashup of a whole ton of architectural styles, but the facade and throne room definitely feel gothic or neo-gothic. It's been a classic for centuries and the gothic-style window is definitely the kind I picture Hob's room having, at least on days the castle's feeling a bit fancy.

Ch 11: The item at the front left there is a weaving shuttle. According to Artemidorus, while dreaming of most kinds of looms indicates that you should expect rest, dreaming of a warp-weighted loom -- the kind which was common in bronze-age Greece and enables multiple people to work together on the weaving -- indicates an upcoming journey.

Ch 12: I feel like I've already talked about the symbolism of this one elsewhere, so for this one, instead of a fact, a comment (that I found fun): The binding circle in this only shows up in areas covered by the puddle of the Dreaming Sea, the means by which the nature of the "gilded ring" was elucidated. :)

Ch 13: Greek ships often had eyes on their bow, which among other things, was intended to imbue them with some will and ability to avoid obstacles. The Argo famously had eyes and also some innate awareness/intelligence, and could actually speak to the crew.

Ch 14: While Calliope, muse of epic poetry and eloquence (and the one invoked at the beginning of the Odyssey) is associated with a book, scroll, or tablet, Erato, muse of romantic poetry and love stories, is depicted in crowns of rose and myrtle. My title for this one was very nearly just (Invocation pt. ii). Also, I have a headcanon that Dream has only seen very bad performances of the Odysseyif ( he's seen any at all) since antiquity. Any show that literally begins by calling his ex is something he's not gonna stay for unless he's really sure she won't actually show up.

Whew! thanks to anyone who actually read to the end of my rambling here! Clearly this whole story has been really, really fun to just turn over in my mind. Cool stuff just keeps falling out of it! Since I would literally be two photos under Tumblr's limit on this post otherwise, how about a couple bonus alternate versions at the end here? Because why not?? I added some red accents to a couple of these for fun, and though it doesn't fit the for the chapter headings, I do think it looks cool!

#Maybe Sprout Wings #fic rec #my art #the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless #long post #sorry? #how do I write art posts idk #dreamling

[whimsical-westbrook]

Okay yep yeah mhm okay I have woken up twice now to this being real. I'm going to make an intro post to get used to writing with a stylus and without thumbs.

Hello, my name is Lily Westbrook. Hopefully. I don't know how this works. I definitely still go by she/her.

I used to live in Eterna City. I wanted to meet my first ever pokemon buddy, so I went into Eterna Forest last night. Something happened, and I think someone had my phone while I was out?

If I take a photo maybe y'all will believe me, but I'm a Buizel now. Hold on, maybe I ca

[An image is attached.]

[Image ID: A poorly angled selfie of a Buizel, wearing a flower accessory. The Eterna Forest's Old Chateau can be seen in the background.]

n add a photo oh gods why did it put it in the middle like that I'm not fixing that

I still don't know why all my writing is orange. Is it because I'm a pokemon now? Is my phone playing pranks on me is that a thing that can happen

UPDATE: Turns out I'm a girl buizel and this was the best worst thing to ever happen to me. I still don't know if anyone in Eterna City will be able to figure out what happened to me, or if they'll even believe me, but I just. I'm so happy, guys.

Double UPDATE: I kinda feel like how I feel about life is going to keep drifting away from the tone of my original intro post but like. It feels weird to make a new one so I'mma just... leave it like that I think. For now. Important note: I'm no longer in Eterna, but headed to live in Goldenrod.

Triple UPDATE: I was able to figure out why my text was getting orange'd, and also was told that it was messing with some people's ability to read things I wrote, so I was able to apply that fix to the text. Though uhhh. I'm still leaving that mess in there. It's funny to me.

//OOC under the cut

//Hello! This is Astra (she/they) from my main (NSFW) @astralikacastle. This is a character I've had in my head for a long time, though my kinda fucked up brain doesn't quite know where to take it after the prologue.

//But basically, forever in my head I've had 'what if someone got turned into a pokemon and they had to deal with that and how it made them feel about gender' and now it's here. =3

//I do prommy to try to keep this blog as SFW as possible, though where the line between Mildly Suggestive and NSFW lies isn't always the same for everyone (especially with how Tumblr's been treatin' trans folk lately) so I'm not making guarantees, just promises to try.

//I should like. Keep track of Lily's 'inventory' huh

Lily's old human clothes

Buizel-sized Ballgown

Comm-Everstone Choker (See Below) (Worn)

Phone (obviously)

Book about Legendaries for Studying

Flexi-grip phone tripod

Poffins and berries

Trans flag bandana (Worn)

Hoopa-Ring-Alike Bracelets (Worn)

Thigh-highs (didn't decide on a pattern for these oops) (Worn)

Lily-flower pin (Worn)

Pink Ribbon (Worn under above pin)

Sunglasses! B3

Sylvie (Sylveon Plush)

Toki (Togekiss Plush)

Blahåj (Blahåj)

6" Buizel Plush!

JigglypuffPikachu Hybrid Plush!?

Large pink bag (where plush friends live) w/ Waterproofing

Waterproof Backpack (Where non-plush non-worn items live)

Wheely-Cart (Where everything rides on) w/ Floaty

Weighted Blanket

Keychains (Mew, Meloetta, Hoopa, Victini, Celebi, Darkrai, lotus)

Box o' Buizelnip (Lovingly referred to as Bui-Weed)

Always kept in Lily's room at Gen's home:

Figurine of Lily and Gen

Buizel-sized Piano

//And her moveset!

Protect

Agility

Water Gun

Surf

Baton Pass

Rain Dance

Aqua Jet

Aqua Ring [Glitch?]

Thief

Minimize [Glitch!]

ABILITY: Rattled

//What is the Comm-Everstone?

The Comm-Everstone is an Everstone, small enough to act as the 'gem' of a choker, and enchanted by Laplace to duplicate the effects of a sci-fi Translator. The stone translates Lily's buizel-chitter Poke-Speech and emits an ethereal voice that repeats her words in Human Speech. Whichever voice the listener best understands is brought to the forefront of their perception, preventing any 'cross-talk' from obscuring her words. Notably, it is still quite obvious to the listener that these words are being translated, and not simply Imparting Understanding. (Though, it being magic may be a little unsettling, still.)

#pokeblogging intro post #//I legit don't know what to tag this hahaa #//also I was legit about not knowing what else to put on this post for info! #//I remembered to update this a few times! #//now including readable text!

[softxsuki]

Hello darling 🥰

Could I request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? I’d like one with Jae-Ha x Fem!Reader please. I’d like if he called me either darling or sweetheart in the letter!

Relationshio Status: We’re in an established relationship for a few years and the Fem!Reader is currently pregnant with their first child 🥺

Tone/Genre: I really want this to be like one of those letters that you'd receive in the old west or during times of war. You know? Where you've been separated for song long and you've waited to hear from your love for months and you finally get a letter from the post office. That kind of tone. Just love, affection, yearning to be together again, tears of joy and sadness, hoping that they'll come home soon, telling them all the things they done and seen, missing them terribly. All the feels.

Location: Not in the current era, but like in the Akayona era where there are no cellphones or electronic commincation. He could be out fighting along with the other dragons or anything else that could be separating them for a length of time.

Other Info: We're both 27. Fem!Reader is a prettt strong woman and she knew that these separations would be part of the deal, but it still hurts her. She just wants him to be safe and come back home to her. She's especially over emotional now with the baby on the way. She loves flowers and he would make them for her when they were together.

Thank you 💚

Jae-ha's Longing Letter To His Pregnant Wife

Valentine's Day Letter Event Pt.2 Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: Jae-ha x Fem!Reader

Warnings: missing someone, crying

Genre: Minor angst, Fluff

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you receive a letter from your husband after not hearing from him in weeks

[A/N: Hellooooooo <3 I wanna thank you for being so patient with me, you're really so lovely. I hope you had a wonderful Valentine's Day! Hopefully you enjoy this!]

Weeks. 

It had been weeks of you waiting to hear back from your husband, Jae-ha. He was out with the other dragons, fighting to make sure you and your new family have a safe world to live in together.

You touch your baby bump, you were still fairly early in your pregnancy, but the hormones were making you very emotional already. You always thought the worst and you had to stop yourself each time you wanted to run from your home to go out and look for him. You promised.

Before he left, which was a few days after you shared the exciting news of your pregnancy with him after seeing the village doctor due to health concerns. You never thought you’d be a mother, nor did Jae-ha think he would ever be a father–at least not before he met you. Yet now all those impossibilities were becoming possible, and it was all thanks to you. 

You had made a promise that you’d stay home where it was safe; that you’d keep you and your future child healthy and at home where nothing could hurt you. You knew better than to put yourself at risk by going out and accidentally running into bandits. Who knows what they’d possibly do to you, especially if they found out you were pregnant. You shudder at the thought.

Thankfully, you’re taken out of your disturbing thoughts by a knock at your door.

“Delivery,” the person says.

You make your way to the door, recognizing the voice of the mail carrier. You had been watching for him everyday, always asking if he had anything new for you, but the answer was always no. Not a word from Jae-ha. But today, things seemed hopeful.

“Is it a letter?” You ask him hopefully, praying for it to be a sign, or anything at all from your husband.

“I think it may be what you’ve been waiting for lady. I hope it is,” the older man winks, passing you the wrapped paper and carrying on to deliver his other packages and letters.

You thank the man and close the door before taking a seat in your kitchen, instantly recognizing the handwriting on the top of the letter. It was Jae-ha;

My Darling Wife,

Ahh, I’ll never get used to calling you that. My wife, my lovely, beautiful wife. The mother to our incoming child. Has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I’m sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, sweetheart. Things were pretty active for the past few weeks here. It was too risky to send anything to you.

I assure you though, I am okay. We all are. A few scratches here and there, but nothing major. How are you darling? Is our child treating you well? I’ve missed you dearly out here, but as much as I would love to have you here with me, I can’t risk putting you in danger. 

At night I sleep under the stars and hope that the ones I see are the ones you can see as well. I wonder if we are ever looking at the moon at the same time or if our dreams have ever crossed paths, desperate to see one another again. I miss waking up beside you, feeling your warmth in my arms…I can’t wait to be back home with you.

Aside from these hectic few weeks, things have been great. The nice part of being out here is that we’ve been to so many new villages and met all kinds of people. Yoon has his own little collection of books now; the kid is really smart, he’s helped us out a lot. The other guys are the same as always, they told me to let you know that they’re thinking of you and wish you well. 

They can’t believe I’m going to be a father though. Darling, you need to show them your bump when we get back. Then they’ll have to believe it. 

Ahh~ your bump. You’re probably showing a lot more compared to when I last saw you. I feel bad for missing out on the stages of your pregnancy…I’m sorry. 

Thankfully though, things are going well now. We should be heading back home in another week or so. It’s still too long though, just writing this makes me crave you even more.

I love you so much, please keep waiting for me. I’ll send another letter as soon as I can. See you soon, darling.

Your Loving Husband.

Jae-ha <3

PS: We passed through a lovely field today full of flowers. They reminded me of you. I know how much you loved the flowers I’d collect for you, so I picked a few up. They’ll probably be withered by the time I see you again, but I still want you to see them.xx

You can’t stop the sobs that escape your lips, crying even harder as one of your tears smear one of his words. Knowing he was out there fighting who knows who and could potentially never return after getting killed, hurt so much. Especially now with your child on the way.

You were crying in relief as well though. He was okay and things were looking better now. He’d be back in your arms in another week or so. You could do this.

Taking deep breaths, you close your eyes and imagine your husband in your mind. His cheeky smile, his long green hair, his shining violet eyes, the love he’d pour over you all the time. You were his queen and he was your king–a perfect match. Gosh you missed him, but you could do this.

Worrying too much wasn’t good for the baby, and you wanted to ensure your child arrived safely into this world. Only a few more days and you’d see him again. 

It would be hard, but you were a tough woman, you were tough enough to handle the beast that Jae-ha was, you could handle this too. 

You fold his letter and hold it close to your chest, almost wishing you could absorb his words for strength.

“I love you,” you whisper to the wind, hoping it would reach him.

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

#yona of the dawn x reader #akatsuki no yona x reader #yotd x reader #akayona x reader #jae ha x reader #ryokuryuu jaeha

[ashbrat488]

Flower In The Desert - Chapter 20

Captain Syverson Fanfic

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Violet asked nervously as she cut up vegetables for a salad as Sy made spaghetti.

"Of course I do. Our parents have to meet. And I want my parents to meet you, flower. Before our son gets here." He presses a kiss to her cheek as he hears her sigh. "They'll love you. I promise."

"Or they'll hate me and think I'm baby trapping you or something..."

"Baby, no!" Sy grabs the knife from her hand and sets it on the counter before turning her toward him. "They won't. I promise." He stroked his fingers through her hair, tilting her chin up with his other hand as he dipped down to kiss her lips. He moved his hand from her hair, down her back to cup her ass cheeks under the skirt of her dress as she giggled into his mouth before pulling away.

"You can't behave?"

He sighs, shaking his head. "I can certainly try. It'll be hard though." He cocks a brow, winking as she playfully shoves him away just as the doorbell rings. "I'll finish this. You go get that."

She gasped as he smacked her hard on the ass, causing her to jump a little as she walked away into the living room. She opens the door to find not only her father, but Sy's parents as well. "Daddy." She smiles, leaning up to allow him to kiss her cheek and accepts the bottle of wine from him. "Mr. and Mrs. Syverson, thank you for coming. Please, come in." She moves to allow them into the house, watching Sy's mother set a box on the coffee table.

"Please, no need to be so formal. You're carrying our first grandchild." Violet chuckled as Syverson's mother extended her hand toward her. "Paula and James. It's so great to finally meet you."

"Violet," Violet offers, accepting their hands before leading them into the dining room where Sy was setting food on the table.

"Let's sit..." He smiled, pulling out a chair for Violet before taking a seat beside her. He pours everyone a glass of wine, skipping over Violet.

"Thank you for having me," Charlie broke the silence, smiling at his daughter.

"So... how far along are you again?"

Violet turned to James with a grin, resting a hand on her stomach. "About 22 weeks."

"So you know the sex of the baby?" Paula asked excitedly as Sy nudged Violet's shoulder.

"We do..." he offered with a smile, squeezing Violet's thigh under the table. "Do you want to, or..."

"You do it."

He nods, kissing her cheek before turning back to their parents. "We're having a boy." They both smile as excited chatter erupts around the table.

"Do you have any names?" Paula asked, hopefully as she glanced between Sy and Violet.

"Not yet," Sy answered as Violet shrugged.

"I was sort of thinking for the middle name... Adam?"

Sy turned toward Violet with a smile at her request to honor Chutsky. "I love it, Vi."

***

Violet sat comfortably nestled between Sy and Paula on the living room couch, the pages of a well-worn photo album spread open before them. As they flipped through the cherished memories of Sy's childhood, Violet couldn't help but giggle and gush over the adorable baby photos.

"Oh my goodness, you were such a cute baby..." she cooed, her laughter filling the room. Her teasing made Sy blush, and she playfully nudged his shoulder. "You were a little chunky monkey."

Sy rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah yeah." He reached over to retrieve the photo album from her lap and gently closed it before setting it on the coffee table. "Do you guys want to see the nursery?" He got to his feet, extending a hand to Violet with a warm smile before leading the way upstairs to the nursery.

Once they reached the nursery, Sy stepped aside to allow their parents to enter first. Violet followed them inside, her eyes widening in awe as she took in the sight. The nursery, which Sy had been tirelessly working on for weeks, was now complete. He had constructed an entire wall of shelves complete with a built-in changing table. A new crib adorned with adorable forest animal decorations sat in one corner, and the walls were painted in a rich, soothing forest green.

Violet came to a stop when she realized that everyone was looking at her, including Sy. She turned to him with a puzzled expression. "What?"

Sy guided her attention to the rocking chair, where a small box rested. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a lump forming in her throat as he picked up the box.

"Eddie... what is that?" she asked, her voice quivering as he led her to the chair and handed her the box.

He took her hand, urging her to take a seat. "Vi," he began, kneeling before her, his hands gently resting on her thighs. "I've spent a lot of time over the last few years thinking about what I wanted in life. I knew I couldn't continue the way I was forever because I wanted to have kids and make a family. And when I thought about the kind of woman I wanted to build a family with, the answer was always the same. I wanted a beautiful, smart woman who was compassionate and loving. A woman who was tough and could keep me on my toes. A woman who was my equal."

Violet's eyes brimmed with tears as she listened to him pour his heart out. "Eddie..." she whispered, her voice filled with emotion, as he chuckled and gazed up at her with a warm smile.

"I'm almost done, flower. When you appeared in front of me in the desert, I realized in that moment why I hadn't met that woman yet. I realized in that moment that you were that woman." He sighed, opening the box to reveal a stunning yellow gold diamond ring with the diamond set in the center of a delicate flower. "So... through all that rambling, I guess I'm asking if you'll be that woman, Violet. Will you marry me?"

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she nodded fervently. "Yes, Eddie, of course I will." She extended her left hand, her fingers trembling with anticipation, as he slipped the ring gently onto her ring finger. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly as their parents offered their congratulations.

Chapter 21

[negative-speedforce]

Your OCs are waiting for the bus when a young woman at the bus stop suddenly collapses, screaming in pain as burns spread across her skin from no apparent cause. It's Gia - something's happened to her flower shop, her clover is going up in flames, and it'll kill her if it continues to spread like this.

What do your OCs do?

Siv: In between their shit-ass audio processing (thank you, ADHD) and their unwillingness to help others, Siv will probably have no idea what's going on, so the most they will do is call an ambulance for Gia- from a payphone about three miles away, so no one can track her.

Hailey: Since she's trained to understand what people are saying even through screams of pain (thank you, CIA torture training), Hailey's able to figure out what's going on pretty fast. She goes fully intangible, runs straight through cars, buildings, and people and gets to Gia's flower shop in record time, where she uses her ghostly powers to drop the temperature in the shop enough to extinguish the flames. The clover will have to deal with frost, but it's better than fire.

Jay: Again, CIA torture training, so he figures out what's going on pretty fast. He calls one of the other superhumans to take care of the fire, since there's not much he can do, while he attempts first aid on Gia.

Cassandra: Can sense something's sapping Gia's life force, so she'll use her magic to cut Gia's connection to the clover- the flower shop is still going to burn, but at least Gia will live.

Esme: If she can figure out what's going on, she'll teleport to Gia's shop and start dumping rose buckets on the flames in hopes that the water will douse the fire. Thankfully, Esme is immune to heat, so she'll be able to fight the fire until help arrives. If she's unable to save the store, she'll start digging up as much clover as she can with her bare hands, and throw it all into her purse.

Gina: Can't really do anything, but will call an ambulance for Gia and the fire department for Gia's shop and hope for the best. Gina will pull out her Rosary when she gets home and go through it a few times, praying for Gia.

Arya: Will use their siren calls in an attempt to break Gia's life force from the clover, since they're normally able to control a person's body to the point of being able to force them to stop breathing entirely. Unfortunately, this has the added effect of enchanting anyone within earshot.

Ember: Calls the fire department. If he's able to drive to Gia's flower shop fast enough, they'll use their earth-based powers to summon clouds of sand in order to smother the blaze. Hopefully Gia won't mind finding sand in her stuff for the next two weeks.

Cat: She'll call 911, but she's probably not going to notice the burns and she'll think that Gia is just another crackhead who took too much and is now having a screaming nervous breakdown. Living in Cat's neighborhood will do that to you.

Kyle: Can't really do anything, since he can't call an ambulance or anything without sapping the electricity out of the phone, but he'll stay with Gia while someone else calls an ambulance.

Max: Summons one of his mech suits and flies to Gia's shop, then kicks over a fire hydrant and floods the place to put out the fire. Hopefully, the clover being waterlogged doesn't drown Gia or anything.

Eric: Severs Gia's life force from the clover with his magic. He'll call an ambulance for her after, but his main priority is cutting her off from whatever is sapping her life force.

Jacob: Same as Eric, except he'd probably stay by Gia's side until the ambulance came, using magic to cool her skin so the burns don't hurt quite as much.

Khalil: At first, he'd be hesitant to step in, since he doesn't really like using his magic that much, but he'd cut her off from the clover and then portal her to the nearest hospital, showing off his magic to normal humans be damned.

Antonio: Probably wouldn't be able to help that much, but he'd try to telepathically turn off the pain receptors in her brain so she wouldn't suffer so much while someone else called an ambulance.

Reggie: Isn't quite sure what to do or what's going on, so xe will call xer parents and ask them to help, then call 911.

Ameerah: Gia's fear and pain will likely completely overwhelm Ameerah's empathic senses, so Ameerah will probably spend the next ten minutes hyperventilating and/or vomiting into the nearest gutter.

Rania: Immediately knows that this is superhuman drama, so she keeps walking. She has no interest in getting involved with superhumans, good or bad. Their lives have too many issues. When she gets back to her lab, however, she will call to make sure that someone called emergency services.

Director Hawke: Would cut Gia's life force off from the clover, because she'd see it as her "curing" one of those "wretched awful deviants" that she hates so much. Then, she'd try to recruit Gia to her cause by guilting her with the fact she saved her life.

Kelsie: Runs to Gia's shop, where she'll use a nearby fire extinguisher to put out the blaze, then uses her plant powers to revive Gia's clover and bring it back to its fullest health. The whole ordeal will be absolutely exhausting for her, but worth it.

Cory: Assumes it's some kind of weird ass allergic reaction, like those people that are allergic to sunlight or water or something. They'll call 911 for Gia, though.

Meredith: Wouldn't really know what to do. It can't hear a word that Gia is saying, since she's deaf, and with Gia writhing and screaming, it's near-impossible to lip read as well. It'd probably look to see if someone else is calling 911, then leave so it doesn't get in the way.

Torryn: I mean, his main power as Exorcist is to negate other people's powers, albeit temporarily. They'd probably be able to block Gia's connection to the clover, though I don't know how long he could keep it up.

Kausar: Wouldn't do anything. I mean, she's a supervillain, what does she care about other people's suffering, at least, other than causing it?

Onnie: Keeps walking. She doesn't know Gia, nor does she want to. Gia just seems to ooze goody-two-shoes, and Onnie wants no part of that, conscience be damned.

Pippa: Once she figures out what's going on, the fire will be out within seconds as Pippa repeatedly runs to and from a local fountain with a bucket, scooping up water faster than one could blink then dumping it on the fire.

Jessi: Honestly wouldn't care. She's not even waiting for the bus, she's awaiting the arrival of her limo driver. When he arrives, she steps over Gia, bemoaning the fact that her driver made her wait for him with all the poors or whatever.

Hyun-Ki: Wouldn't really be able to do anything, between Gia's screaming and the fact that English isn't his first language, he has no idea what's going on. He'll call an ambulance, but he can't do much else.

Marie: Would request immediate emergency medical transport back to the Tchaikovsky, then she'd probably be able to stabilize Gia with a combination of 25th-century medical science and Borg technology, because let's be honest, it's the 25th century, they've figured it out. Gia might end up a little more cyborg-y than she was before her flower shop caught on fire, but hey, it's better than being dead.

Qiara: It'd probably exhaust her for a couple days, but she'd put Gia and her flower shop back to the way that they were before the fire. One of the benefits of being an omnipotent space god and all.

Liah: Requests emergency transport, and lets Marie take care of the rest. Gia needs a doctor, not an engineer. When Gia wakes up, however, she might have a new futuristic high-tech prosthesis waiting for her.

Athena: Depending on her mood, she might try to stabilize Gia with her medical knowledge, or she'll just look the other way. Hopefully, for Gia's sake, Athena will be in a helpful mood.

Laila: Probably thinks she's doing Gia a favor by attempting to put her out of her misery via lightsaber. Laila's sense of morality... isn't great, to say the least, and living with Athena just makes it worse most of the time.

Reyna: Wouldn't be able to do much, since she's an engineer, not a doctor, but she'd call one of her medic friends to hurry over and help Gia. Like with Liah, Gia might wake up to find that she's been offered a new, high tech prosthesis, however, Reyna being eccentric as ever, this one probably has a missile launcher and can cook microwave burritos.

Thalia: Force healing, baby! Depending on how many people were around, since it's not exactly safe for her to reveal herself as a Jedi, Thalia would probably reach out through the Force to Gia and attempt to fix whatever was wrong with her. Thalia might end up passing out because Gia's kind of a mess right now and Thalia only has so much energy to give.

Pyrrha: She's quite literally a doctor-in-training, so that might be one of the best pairs of hands for Gia to have fallen into. She might be able to break Gia from the clover via Force, then, with her extensive knowledge of scar care (from both personal experience and medical training), she'd be able to take care of Gia's burns.

Samira: Went to medical school, so she'd do her best to stabilize Gia, even though she doesn't really understand any of this, given that the only big supernatural thing that the general public in her world is aware of is vampires.

Aldrich: Might actually try to turn Gia, since she's very obviously going to die and there's nothing that he could do. He gets a free meal out of it, too.

Sohelia: Would probably call for a medic- she has no idea what to do, and if she gets involved she'll probably just make things worse, all things considered.

Vanessa: Calls for a medic. She has no idea what to do, and all this is probably going to send her into a panic attack or something. She's... not the best at handling stress.

Matt: Is already a trained field medic, so he'd attempt to treat Gia's burns as best as he can. Unfortunately, he's never even heard of anything like her whole "life force is connected to a plant" thing.

Victorie: Victorie and injured mortal... don't exactly mix that well. Mostly, she'll try to get as far away from Gia as possible, so she doesn't accidentally make things worse.

Dolores: Might try to help, depending on how recently she's fed- she worked as a nurse during the Korean War, so while her training might be a little outdated, she can probably help. If she hasn't fed recently, she steers clear of the whole situation.

Kayla: Recognizes Gia off the dot, crosses the street to get the hell away from her, and takes the long way home. Normally, she'd try to help, but she is NOT getting involved in any more HYDRA bullshit than she already is.

Dori: Same as Kayla, except they'll probably keep an eye on Gia from a rooftop or something, just to make sure that someone calls an ambulance or something.

Ellis: Miracles away GIa's injuries and the fire. They're an angel, it's well within their capabilities.

Gabi: If she's able to call Ellis to help, she will. If not, she calls 911 and hopes for the best.

#alright. this one took like six tries to get done because my crusty-ass laptop kept crashing #but we did it! #ask revan #oc shit #practically-an-x-man

[solarpunkani]

Hi! I love your blog! I live in California and I was wondering if you had any advice on native plants in the warmer areas, or book recommendations on that topic. I have a bit of yard space, but not a lot of time to dedicate to the project.

Hey! Thanks so much, I appreciate the kind words!

I'm not in California (I'm actually way off in the opposite coast, I'm East Coast Floridian lol) but I can do my best with what I've found to be the case for me!

I can confidently say that a lot of native plants grow... kinda slowly, especially from seed. Hell, I've been growing Sandhill milkweed seeds since February, and those suckers still aren't an inch tall all the way into April! You're gonna need patience. Other plants I've heard grow really quickly and can spread fast, so you're gonna want to know which do what and prepare accordingly. In the very least, have a contingency plan for if things get out of control--maybe uprooting and repotting volunteer plants to give away could be a good strategy! Of course, if you're worried about a native plant spreading more than you'd like, you can grow it in a pot!

Either way, the thing about native plants is that they're most likely going to get better with time and care. If something looks really wimpy and sad in year one, in year two it may come back and be a superstar! Sometimes they'll surprise you--I thought a lot of my coreopsis flowers got decimated by snails last year, but this year they're coming back strong, and I've only been planting more of them! With that being said, do try to remember where you planted what--I think I accidentally destroyed my Aquatic Milkweed plant last year digging around to put something else in the ground (though my soil isn't very aquatic in the first place and I'm surprised it survived 2 years).

All that being said, I'm most knowledgeable about native plants in the Florida area (and honestly, the more I poke around on iNaturalist, the more I realize... I barely know anything lol), but! I hope I can provide some resources on California native plants for you to refer to!

I probably don't have to be the one to tell you that California is very big. It has a lot of different climates and growing conditions, so your mileage may vary with any of the sites I give you. But hopefully at least something helps!

Here is a link to the Ojai Valley Land Conservancy's guide to native California wildflowers! It's also downloadable as a PDF! They also have a guide for planting and watering California native plants that may be helpful!

Califlora is a nonprofit database providing information on California native plants, and they seem to also have a growing guide to help you find what plants grow in what area and with what care needs!

The California Native Plant Society will likely be a good resource! They have 36 chapters state-wide, each with their own website, so checking out the chapter that serves your area will likely be a fantastic resource for you! If they're anything like the chapter in my district here in FL, they'll likely have monthly meetings and may even host field trips and plant sales! Pro tip, if they're hosting a plant sale, show up early--I missed out on milkweed because I showed up on time and not 10 minutes early. I am still salty about that, but I regaled the tale on my gardening blog, so I won't bring that here. Here's a page that'll help you find out which chapter serves your area! Their main page also has a tool to help you pick native plants by location and water needs, providing information and tips, and finding nearby nurseries that may have the plants you're looking for! Fingers crossed there's relevant nurseries in your area, my city... doesn't have much.

Across the United States, there's land grant universities that have a mission to make agricultural research accessible to growers in their state, and they'll likely also provide information on native plants as well! To the best of my ability, I think this is the extensions office website for California--the University of California Agriculture and Natural Resources website. I did however find the University of California Cooperative Extension which... is either what I meant to find, or something else, I'm no longer sure. Or is it this site that we need? I don't know what's going on anymore.

SFinBloom is a... group? Team? Pair? That's gotten popular for guerrilla gardening in the San Francisco area (but they'll also travel to other places? I lost track). They sell native seed blends on their website, and have five for California! Which makes sense, since most of the work they do is in California. I haven't tried their Southeast mix any, but they sell seed blends and shakers that one could use for on-the-go seed scattering, but no one's stopping you from buying the seeds and using them in your yard. I'd highly suggest double checking the list to be sure they're all native, which is honestly something I'd recommend when it comes to any seed mix being sold, but feel free to give it a shot! They provide the common name and the Latin name, which in my opinion is always a good sign. They have a very popular Tiktok account you can check out if you feel like it too, and an Instagram!

The California Department of Fish and Wildlife lists resources on California native plants. I've listed some already, and some others I do not have the braincells to check out at the moment.

Regarding books, I think of all my gardening books, I only have 2 that specifically talk about native pollinator plants. One is a purchase from Barnes and Nobles, which was published by the Florida Native Plant Society, so it's extremely Florida-specific. I do also have The Xerces Society Guide to Attracting Native Pollinators: Protecting North America's Bees and Butterflies, which does have a list of Pollinator and Nectar Plants in the back few pages, including a section for California and the Southwest. The rest of the book talks about why you should pollinator garden, special considerations for gardening in different places, and different kinds of native bees so let's be real. Here you go.

Shhhhh don't tell Xerces.

Speaking of native wildflowers, it would be remiss of me not to mention milkweed specifically. It's My One Thing. Milkweed4Monarchs has lists of native milkweeds arranged by state, which is what I've been using lately to recommend species to people. It provides 18 names, but I'll tell you right now, I envy anyone who can grow Heart-leaf milkweed (A. cordifolia) naturally in their region and as such. Please. Do it for me. This site also sells seeds, which I haven't purchased personally but a friend in my gardening server has successfully grown Purple Milkweed (A. purparescens) from this shop and that's honestly a pretty high recommendation in my book.

Asides from that! All I can say is that I hope this is helpful! And if any California gardeners want to chime in with their favorite resources and plant lists/plant sources, by all means go ahead!

#gardening #california #native plants #native gardening #resources #out of queue #ani rambles #answered asks #against-all-0dds #ok im gonna go garden now peace out byeeeeee

[rolloollor]

So, about the ending for my sequel fic. I have musings about what might happen in Malleus and Rollo's lives after the fic ends

Spoilers and stuff. Also things might get weird. This isn't like ~canon~ to the fic necessarily but they are the vibes I get

First, the goat, since I've thought about this a lot.

Rollo will take Mallenette to some kind of farm with the intention of picking out a goat. Mallenette will see a hunchbacked one that is not conventionally cute and insist on it, wailing and crying when Rollo initially refuses. Begrudgingly, he adopts the goat for her. Mallenette and the goat become great friends, but the goat seems to like Rollo over all others and even follows him around the castle. Rollo is unsettled by the goat's appearance and initially tries to avoid Sunday. There'll be a scene where Sunday's following him and Rollo hurries to lose him, but he'll bleat pathetically because he can't keep up. Guilty, Rollo will wait for it. Sunday'll catch up and then bleat a thank you. Anyway, it'll be really cute, I swear.

If anyone asked, he would be like, "I hate Sunday," while totally petting him. Very "no we can't get a cat" dad energy

In the novel, Frollo and Quasimodo are initially close because Frollo raises him as best he can, teaches him sign language because he's deaf, etc, and Quasimodo is kinda devoted to him. So, he will come to love Sunday.

Next, and the weirdest, is that Malleus will eventually think to himself, "Rollo will die. but I can magically store his seed and keep having his children even after he's gone... then it will be like having a new piece of him, over and over" and he'll just do that without consulting anyone, let alone Rollo. Not sure how many children is 'normal' for fae, but Malleus will have more than that for sure

if this happens, let's say he tops out at 25 kids because by then he'll have a realization like "maybe this isn't a good idea" but it'll be too late. If you have that many heirs that are raised kind of independently of each other, what might happen? Succession fights~ At least for the ones that decide they want to stay in Briar Valley, I imagine some would be like "Eh, fuck this, I'll go live with humans." What if a bunch kill each other to try and gain the throne? Considering their double villain heritage and Rollo's schemin' genes, things would probably get bad unless they were directed into something else or they were taken out of the running for the throne. Maybe only children born while Rollo was alive count? Kinda fucked up but it would limit the amount in line to about 4ish. Also, who's raising these kids? That's a lot of nannies...

Either way, Mallenette, being the eldest and probably the one Malleus favors because she is his heir, will survive and claim the throne. I think her reign would be a struggle because the fae around her would see her as lesser. She would be pressured to produce heirs asap since she won't live as long as a normal fae. She'll end up marrying a fae, but one of low rank, so they can't make any attempts to supplant her as queen

Okay, getting away from that...

Third, they'll have like four kids. Mallenette, another girl, a boy, and I dunno another girl maybe. Once they have a little boy, Rollo is going to unconsciously favor him. He may even spoil him, resulting in a brat child (kind of like Jehan in the novel), but hopefully he doesn't go all in. I figure with maturity he might be able to stop himself. He'll also want to name him Jehan, but Malleus will veto that for good reason. Rollo'll have to settle for Jehan as a middle name

Rollo's efforts to spread the fae method of detecting magical ability before birth has some success. In the Shaftlands it might become standard practice, but other places could see it as an unnecessary expense. Still, his efforts will help some children and that is progress

When Rollo dies, Malleus will have him buried in the City of Flowers. he'll make a whole royal visit to the city, deal with ambassadors and local government etc, so he can attend the funeral. The gargoyles will also attend, but Malleus will be so distraught that he won't be able to talk to them

Malleus'll be in mourning for the rest of his life. I imagine knowing their king is so devoted to one human that might ease some of the anti-human sentiment in Briar Valley. Some maybe would have assumed he had a human fetish or something before

Also, Sebek will brag about Mallenette and the other kids as if they were his children. Speaking of him, I imagine Malleus and Rollo's kids will go through a "I hate being half-human" phase, too. Their father can transform into a sick dragon, but they can't, they can't teleport, etc. Though I also wouldn't be surprised if one of them felt closer to human culture and instead lamented being a horned weirdo that people are afraid of.

That's all I can think of for now. If anyone has questions or something, I'd be happy to answer, too

#rllr fanfic ponderings

[thankudeath]

Some time after they all have returned to the rifts-- after things return to 'normal,' or what remains of it-- after everything, one day there is a small pot sitting outside Eir's door.

A flower pot, modest, white, and rounded, now plays home to a hyacinth plant. A card lays at its base, unsigned, simply reading:

I remember you used these often. Hopefully because you liked them... if not, you can give this to the Gardening Club, and they'll take care of it. I hope (there is some blotting here) you find a light that shines brightly and warmly for you, Princess Eir. From someone who used to live in the dark, there are people out there who make tomorrow something to look forward to.

Eir sets the note down and stares at the flower, frowning. It's a reminder of what she had to do during their mission last month. A flower begging for forgiveness, her silent way of asking her companions to forgive her actions as she killed those they loved most.

A part of her wants to rip the flower out of the pot and tear it to pieces. She doesn't want a reminder of all the blood on her hands, regardless if the people were real or not.

But what right does she have to take out her wrath on a flower that had no control where it ended up? The flower didn't ask to be taken to her room, no more than Eir asked to be stolen by Hel.

She should take it to the gardening club. They would be able to care for it... allow it to thrive.

She takes it into her room and sets it by the window sill, the bright petals garish against the modest room. Like sunlight on a gray snowy day, the flower holds the promise of tomorrow.

#thank you for the ask #OAUOUTHEGDN WHEN I GET YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuu #this was so good ;-;