#fiery hair my beloved

[magicpotatomaster101]

protective yang + lighting practice 

#help i have no clue how to draw her semblance hair #but it looks cool so i wanted to try #anyway yes protective fiery yang my beloved #don't mess with her or her team cuz she will fuck you up #<3 #rwby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #bumbleby #bmblb #greenlightvolume10 #green light volume 10 #tater's art stuff

[lunargrapejuice]

Hi can I request a scinerio for Diluc, Childe, and Xaio where they find our that your pregnant with their kid/kids? Tysm if u do this ♥️

diluc, childe + xiao when you tell them you're pregnant

heart warming fluff | 'girlie' and 'wife' used in childes but other than that no specifc pronouns used

diluc

you swore you were glowing with the evidence of your little secret the entire way from the clinic in the city back to dawn winery. as if the baby in your womb was alight with sparkling flames that shown on your skin and in your smile despite how much you tried to hold it in but it was near impossible to do with the overflowing joy you felt at the surreal news of your pregnancy.

you were relieved that no one had stopped you on your walk home, an eager bounce to your step that the nausea you’d been feeling for a few days now couldn’t stop. not when your husband was at home unsuspecting of the news you could not wait to share with him. no one but you and babraba, who had confirmed you were indeed pregnant, knew for now and you wanted it to stay that way until you could tell diluc.

the entire walk home your heart was thumping loudly, in time with your giggle and smiles and the butterflies in your stomach tickled you the more it sank in that you were going to have a baby with the man you love, that your family would be growing with a sweet bundle of your love. thoughts of diluc as a father only made those feelings grow tenfold, seeing your baby in his arms, laying on his broad chest, tugging at his crimson hair and cooing at him as he smiles so tenderly.

archons you were going to cry just imagining it.

but you had to hold on just a little longer. only a few more steps and you’d be in the manor where diluc surely was lost in his work or helping with an issue and you could steal him away to tell him and cry your tears of elation against his lapel. it wasn’t even worth blaming the hormones for them either, not when you’re certain you’d have spilled some regardless. to love diluc and be loved by him had been the most wonderful thing in your life and now, to share that love with your child, felt like you were swimming in a never ending sea that was the full embodiment of love, devotion and the pureset of warmth.

you’re pulled deeper into that sea as you walk into the study, the place your feet brought you when the parlor did not turn up your beloved. there he was tucked behind his desk, reviewing a stack of paperwork that seemed to never get smaller, fiery red locks pulled back to keep them from his handsome face.

with your thoughts getting the better of you again, curious ones that made you wonder how much your baby was sure to look like their father, you stop in your tracks at the threshold of the door, taking him in, your hand reaching for your belly and tugging lightly at the fabric of your shirt.

as if he had been expecting you, he looks up from the contract laid out on his desk and you see his lips previously drawn in a thin line tugging upwards at the sight of you. you had only been gone an hour or so, under the guise of running ‘errands’ in the city but be it an hour or ten minutes away from you, he would always be happy when either of you returned to the other.

“welcome home my love,” he says, attempting to get up from his seat to meet you halfway but you’re quick to make your way to his side, all but floating to him in your current state, his gloveless hand reaching out to hold your waist as you find your place between his legs, his other now holding your hand.

with a tender touch, the pads of your fingers brushing across his bangs, feeling the natural heat of his forehead seeping into your skin and making you want more of him, all of him. you see his eyes flutter as he leans into your touch, thick lashes hiding scarlet eyes that hold your entire world when he didn’t yet know you were now carrying a whole new part of his.

you hadn’t said anything since you came into the study, the words on the tip of your tongue and making you giggle in undiluted happiness. from his place below you he looks up at you, an eyebrow raising in question but how much he loved to hear you laugh, let it fill the place he occupied and consume it with your light, was evident in his soft expression and he didn’t want it to stop. he only wanted to share in your rapture and as the words left your lips, he felt himself burst with emotion that any words of elation could not hope to describe. 

“i’m pregnant,” you said with a blush on your cheeks and a lovely wide smile on your lips. the words and their meaning settle in his heart, kindling his flames and bringing forth pooling tears that made his rose colored eyes sparkle in the afternoon sunlight coming from the window. 

“you’re pregnant,” he repeats breathlessly, almost unable to form the words as his grip on you tightens. he can’t break his eyes from yours, not even when a few of his tears escape and make their way down his cheek, caught on your fingers and captured by your love.

many things were brewing in the back of his mind, from the list of what would need to be baby proofed in the manor to if he truly would be a good father, much like his own. but as he looks into your eyes, swearing he feels the little flame burning brightly inside of you, he makes a vow, burns it into his heart and soul, to do everything in his power to protect you both, love you both and give you all he is.

your hearts were in sync as they skipped multiple beats. tears of your own flowing down your cheeks and over the curve of the smile you could not force down even if you tried. your sweet laugh, the aftermath of emotions that bubbled out of you and only knowing to express themselves this way in your bliss, drawing more and more tears from your beloved as you answered him even knowing what he said wasn’t a question. 

“i am,” you say softly, your hand on his and on his cheek flexing against him.

diluc pulls you as close as possible, with all the gentleness he could muster, at the edge of his seat with his face buried under your chest near your belly, warm crystalline tears wetting your shirt as his hands bunch up the back of it in his grip that said he would never, ever, be letting you go. 

childe

damn him for having to go on a work trip. 

there was no one you wanted to share good news with more than ajax and, as always, you could hardly stand the wait until his return. it has been 3 weeks since he’s been gone and it would be a few more days still until he’d return when you learned of the reason for your sickness in the weeks since he left home, that you were pregnant with his baby.

you hadn’t stopped smiling since finding out, skillfully avoiding his family when you felt like it was written all over your radiating aura so that he could be the first person you told. aside from your morning sickness the days leading up to his arrival home, it had felt so unreal and looking down to see your not yet showing belly but knowing what growing in your womb made you burst into a smile that hurt your cheeks.

by the time the day actually came for his ship to be arriving back in snezhnaya you were beyond eager to get the words out, to see his cute face and finally let it feel so very real when you shared in this blissfulness together. your impatience showed in the way you quickly dressed and made your way to the docks, rocking back and forth on your feet while you waited to see the huge ship in the distance. it was cold but thankfully not snowing and your movements helped to keep you warm along with the scarf he had gifted you long before your marriage and the thick coat you wore.

when you finally saw the vessel carrying your beloved back to you, you swore you could cry. for days now you had dreamed of ajax and your baby, how deeply he would love them, how spoiled they would undoubtedly be, how he would likely ask for another not longer after you have this one and the thought of having more children with him made your chest burst with heat. your family would be so loved, just as you are, and you felt so lucky to be apart of such a deep bond.

“i’m sure you’ll be the best older sibling,” you whisper down to your stomach with a smile before hearing the welcomes of your husband's siblings and parents also coming to see him home. 

it would be easy to pass of your joy off as your husband returning and nothing else, so many times you had met them at the docks like today and it had helped to pass the time playing with tonia, teucer, and anthon but the closer the ship got, the more you could only focus on the distance it closed and the words you had been holding in for days that sat at the back of your throat like a truth that felt too good to be true.

oh but it was and the moment you saw him, his ginger hair standing out from the rest, at the edge of the ship looking over for you and his family, you couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“ajax!” you called loudly and so easily he heard your voice.

“baby!” he returns in kind.

you giggle at the sweet name you had missed hearing in his voice for these weeks before cupping your hands around your mouth, wanting to be sure he hears what you have to say because by the tsaritsa good graces you couldn’t stop them from coming out even if you wanted to. 

“i’m pregnant!” you say as loudly as you can, your cheeks aching from the smile that accompanies your words.

you hear his family’s celebrations in the background of your attention on your beloved but can’t make out what they’re saying when all you can focus on is him. the way you swear even from this distance you can see his eyes light up with stars, feel his joy and how greedy he is to get to you.

and archons you swore you hated him just a bit when he jumped from the ship before it even docked, landing skillfully on the sturdy planks and not wasting a moment before he breaks out in full speed towards you. you don’t even have a chance to scold him for being so careless, tease him for scaring his pregnant wife even when you knew he had done much worse than just jumping off of a slowly moving ship, before you catch a flash off his smile milliseconds before being scooped up in strong arms and lifted off the ground.

you aren’t sure how he did it, lifting you so high that your stomach was pressed right against his cheek but your feet were far from the ground and yet, you felt safe and steady in his arms. shamelessly he nuzzled his face into you middle softly, kissing over your thick jacket and bringing to life the butterflies in your core.

in a fit of giggles and ‘put me down’s, meddled with his confessions of happiness, the reality of your pregnancy, proof of your undying love for one another and the how were now going to get to share it with a little dew drops growing in your belly, falling even more in love with him as you do you have no doubt, it finally starts to feel so very real.

real enough that by the time he puts you down, setting you on the ground but not letting you go, not even when he knows you're planted down safely, you’re in a full blown sob. warm happy tears cooling against your cheek only moments after escaping your lashes, the frozen air nipping at your dripping nose.

you bury yourself in his giant coat, holding onto him as if your life depended on it, your face hiding in his chest, feeling his chuckle that vibrates there. your emotions and hormones were getting the better of you but with childe finally home, you couldn’t hold them back, didn’t want to.

“it’s okay girlie,” he whispers into your hair, smiling so pure against your scalp, holding you against him with one hand behind your head and the other at your back, keeping you pressed close. how was he to ever let you go now? “you two must have missed me a lot,” he teases, feeling himself nearly choking on his own happiness as he says the words.

“we did,” you admit, your words muffled but his coat and your tears, smiling at the truth of you two- you and your baby, and how it sounded coming from his voice.

xiao

in reality you probably should have known how worried xiao would be when you left a note on your shared bed stating you were running to bubu pharmacy and would be back in a bit without further explanation. in your defense, as usual in the early mornings, he had left to continue his duty of protecting liyue and writing down the full reason for your visit to the pharmacy would have been worse you think.

you didn’t want to worry him about you being pregnant just in case you weren’t, and telling him over a note was far from ideal for you either, even though after days of symptoms you were pretty sure you were. you just wanted doctor baizhus confirmation before telling your husband and almost as soon as you stepped into bubu pharmacy, changsheng had told you exactly what you thought. 

the way it made your heart stutter, your body filling with mirth, left you speechless near the entrance to the pharmacy and unable to do anything but stare down at your stomach. it was then you saw qiqis hand, pulling at the hem of your shirt to grab your attention, fresh violet grass in her hand extended out to you, something she often did since you fell in love with xiao.

you left in hurry, flower in your hand, each step you took the smile you wore continuing to pulling at your cheeks until you were radiating an ethereal glimmer and practically skipping on your way out the city until you were stopped in your tracks by the very man you were headed to find with concern swirling in his golden eyes, arms crossed over his chest, his lips in a deep frown. 

the surprise on your face worried him further, setting his eyebrows to knit and his body to draw closer to yours until you were within his reach but you could only smile at the love you knew was behind it; love that he had shared with only you in all of his immortal life but that he would now get to share another one of a kind love with another, someone so little and precious, half of you both and just like you, so very lucky to be cherished by the vigilant yaksha.

“what's wrong?” 

you reach for him, touching his taut brow and feeling it relax under the soft pads of your fingertips. “nothing’s wrong, i promise,” you assure him sweetly, taking a step closer, your chests now pressed together. you wrap your arms around his neck, feeling tiredness take over in his embrace, the smell of violet grass and almond filling your scenes. “take me home please?”

of course all you needed to do was call his name and he would take you wherever you wished. when his arms wrap around you, gentle and yet firm in his hold, you feel the atmosphere of the bustling city wash away in a smoke of black and green and the quietness of your home begging to blanket you in comfort. it makes your mind wander with thoughts of how comfortable and safe your little one would be here. fills you with day dreams of xiao helping them take their first steps, soothing them when they cry, loving them so deeply; a bond you know will last eternity and then some. 

“i do have something to tell you though,” you coo happily and lean against him more, not moving from where he had teleported in your house. 

his hands on you tighten, pulling you far enough away so that he can examine you but still keep you close enough to feel you. in his attentive gaze he does notice a flicker of difference in you, something he has never seen on you before and even though it felt.. strange, it’s warm, light, like an ease of debt at the sight of golden rays of the sun peaking through clouds among the highest mountains after it rains.

“i’m pregnant,” you confess with a blissful smile that he swears could bring him to tears when it came paired with those words. 

human emotion had always been a bit foreign to xiao and the emotion of love was certainly no exception but he had come to feel it for himself, accept it even when it worried him, even when he did not feel worthy of it. and you.. you had always loved him, saw the good in him, showed him gentleness and the meaning of family in a way he had not known before but that was familiar of so many years past, a family that was growing still and the realization fills him with elation beyond words.

a rare tender smile graces his lips but he still let slip his worry of the promise to always be beside you being broken, the promise he took as seriously as his job protecting liyue and would spend just as long fulfilling. “why did you go see doctor baizhu alone?”

“o-oh,” your cheeks burn with a bit of embarrassment, your bottom lip in a pout and your fingers fidgeting with the stem of the flower in your hand. you knew why he was asking. “it’s just - you were out and busy and i didn’t want to -”

“you can always call my name.”

“i know,” you hum sweetly, pulling yourself back into his embrace. your head resting on his shoulder, feeling his deep breaths.

he takes you into his arms, strong hands finding the back of your thighs and lifting them around his thin waist, taking the few steps to your bed where he places you down gently, following after you. you giggle as he does, sparkling in happiness and love when he hovers over you before leaning down to kiss you, claiming your lips gently but so very full of his emotions.

when he finally pulls away, a lovely flush to his cheeks, he moves to rest next to you, taking his normal spot at the edge of the bed and you easily follow so you can face him. you place the violet grass in the space of the pillow between you, his hand coming to hold it with yours and for a few quiet moments you bask in each other like this, the happiness you both feel painted over your love stricken faces, a side many have not seen from the adepti. the tiredness you felt before pulls at you in this comfortable position, the hand on top of yours growing warmer when xiaos thumb rubs back and forth over your knuckles, slow and soothing until you fall asleep, watching over you and the greatest gift he would receive, proof of how much you loved him, wanted him, needed him, as he always would.

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[snowyslytherinowl]

Locked in the Staffroom

PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader

SUMMARY: Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall know that Severus Snape and you have hidden feelings for each other. When Snape refuses to acknowledge that you truly reciprocate his feelings, they lock him in the staffroom to force him to finally ask you out.

*GIF isn't mine.

Excited whispers and giggles sound from inside the staffroom. Who in the wizarding world is giggling? Severus thinks before he pushes the door open. No wonder; it’s Dumbledore and Minerva. The two jump away from each other the second Severus walks in. Tea flies into Minerva’s hands, and Dumbledore stares dreamily out the window. 

“Good day, Severus. What brings you here?” Minerva asks after sipping her tea.

He ignores their question and sneers, “What were you two old bats whispering about?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkle behind his half-moon spectacles. “In truth, Minerva and I were discussing what a lovely couple you and the charming History of Magic professor would make.” Minerva chokes on her tea, clearly unaware that Dumbledore planned to spill the details of their gossip talk. “We know of your deep, burning feelings for her and believe that it would be prudent to act on them.”

Blood rushes to Severus’s face. “I do not have feelings for her,” he spits. Even if he did, he thinks they would be neither deep nor burning. Sitting next to you at every meal, admiring your outfits and eyes, and dreaming of your every waking moment surely doesn’t constitute as that. 

Fine, perhaps he does fancy you just a little bit. 

“One may attempt to conceal their love, but love cannot be concealed in the way one gazes at their beloved,” Dumbledore says dreamily. 

“She looks at you the same way you look at her, lucky for you.” Minerva raises her eyebrows and throws him a knowing, smug smile. “If you weren’t always so engrossed in your work, you’d see it, too.”

Severus rolls his eyes. “I do not appreciate your meddling in my relationships with the other professors. Either way, you are becoming old and delusional.” The other two professors burst out laughing as Severus turns away and pours a cup of tea for himself. He makes a final comment as his back is turned, “Perhaps you bats need better spectacles or charms to improve your sanity.” 

Mere seconds after he takes his first sip, the staffroom door opens. Severus’s eyes shoot up to see who has entered into this embarrassing conversation, and it is none other than you. His gaze immediately lowers back to the tea, and his hair falls around his face to shield the fact that his face is turning an even brighter shade of red. You take note of the tense atmosphere and awkwardly greet, “Hi, everyone.”

Dumbledore and Minerva warmly greet you, while Severus nods in your direction. You blush at Severus’s albeit scarce attention and walk to stand by him at the drink table. 

“Look at the time. It appears that Minerva and I must depart for our daily bird watching. Hogsmeade residents have reported a sighting of the Fiery Frizzle, and it would be an absolute shame to miss witnessing the bird setting a cottage on fire,” Dumbledore declares. Minerva plays along and they stand up to leave the room.

“I didn’t know that you’re into bird watching,” you note as you pour milk into a coffee. 

“They aren’t,” Severus grunts with full knowledge of their true plan. They want to give you two some privacy so he can make some grand gesture demonstrating his love for you. Too bad for them; he plans to leave the staffroom soon after the older professors depart. Regardless of Severus’s comments, the two give him expectant glances before exiting. 

Silence engulfs the staffroom until you say, “I brought essays to grade. You can join me only if you want to, of course.” You smile shyly when he looks at you. 

“Unfortunately, I have duties to attend to,” Severus says and downs his remaining tea in one go despite how it burns his throat. With his hair covering his eyes, he glances at your dress one last time before heading for the door. It’s truly a shame that he doesn’t have more time (the courage, rather) to admire how it shows your curves in all the right places. 

Severus attempts to turn the door handle and discovers that it’s jammed. No matter the spell he casts and how many times he impatiently grunts “alohomora,” the door doesn’t budge. He notices that you’re looking at him, earning a nervous laugh from him. “The door refuses to open. Not surprising, considering I have been telling Dumbledore that it requires repair.”

“Really? I never had an issue with it. Do you need help?” you ask, but still walk over before he can respond. You cast several spells of your own, none of which work to open the door. Severus feels flustered, but whether it’s because of your closeness or his embarrassment at being unable to complete a simple task on his own, he doesn’t know. 

As you attempt to remove the door handle altogether, a realization hits Severus: the door won’t open unless he confesses his feelings or asks you out. His blood boils as he thinks about how that pair of old baboons are probably up in Dumbledore’s office at this very moment, giggling and kicking their feet with excitement like schoolchildren. He can’t wait to get out of here so he can storm into the office and hit them with every jinx and hex he can think of. 

But then again, neither of you can leave unless he makes a move. The staffroom is hardly the place for pouring his heart out or asking you out on a date. Severus supposes that inviting you to the Three Broomsticks is the best option since you might think he’s merely asking you as a friend. Though what is he supposed to do? Lean against the door and nonchalantly say, “Go to the Three Broomsticks with me?” Or magic a flower into existence and pop the question? Merlin, why does this feel more nerve-wracking than taking on a dragon or walking through the Forbidden Forest during a gloomy night? 

He’s snapped to attention when you say, “I don’t think this thing will budge.” 

“Yes, I believe so,” he mutters back. You’re looking up at him through your eyelashes. Ugh, this seems like the best time to ask you on a date. He crosses his arms against his chest, then uncrosses them because it makes him seem closed-off. Then they hang limply against his sides; no, that makes him look weak. Never mind any of this; just say something!

“Er, I want to… I was wondering if perhaps you, er,” he stammers and forces the rest out in a rushed sentence, “WouldliketogototheThreeBroomstickswithme?”

You scrunch your face together. “What?”

Why couldn’t you just hear him the first time? Do you wish to embarrass him? His eyes fix on a point on the ground to avoid the impending look of horror on your face as he clearly enunciates his next sentence. “Do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks with me this Saturday?”

With every ounce of his being, Severus forces himself to look at you. Disgust isn’t written on your face at all. Instead, you’re grinning widely, and your eyes are even brighter than usual. “Yes! Is six okay?”

The muscles of his mouth force his lips into a small smile. “Er, it is,” he replies without thinking if it does. Either way, he’d move around his entire schedule for a mere minute of your time. But then his heart sinks as he realizes that you’ve likely only agreed to accompany him to the Three Broomsticks as an outing between two friends. 

Severus is proven wrong once more when you lean up to him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek! Oh no, he must look like a bashful schoolboy due to his burning cheeks and widening grin. No matter any of that, though, because you kissed his cheek!

“I, er, I shall see you then,” he stammers. You smile and nod in agreement before he reaches for the door handle to leave before he bursts with giddiness. Lo and behold, the door finally opens. 

Unlike what Severus expected, Minerva and Dumbledore are standing at the end of the corridor. Good; he can murder them without having to walk too far! He rushes over to them and upon seeing him, their faces break out into vicious little smirks. 

“I have half a mind to turn you into mice and feed you to snakes!” Severus sneers. 

The two professors look at each other and laugh so hard that Minerva has to put a hand on Dumbledore’s arm to stable herself. “We see that you’ve taken our advice to heart,” Dumbledore says. “Did she agree to your invitation?”

“That is none of your business!” he spits. 

“It appears that she did agree, Albus!” Minerva exclaims. “You can thank us for that later. I rather think that Minerva would be a beautiful middle name for your future baby girl.” 

Severus’s eyes narrow and he advances on the two, but he merely gets close enough to scowl in their faces. “I rather think that name hideous!” he snaps and jerks back to leave the two where they are in the hall.  

But he’s halfway to the stairs when Dumbledore calls back, “Perhaps Albus would be a suitable middle name for a boy!” 

Severus doesn’t respond. Instead, he flicks his wand at a window, smashing it and sending glass flying everywhere. His cloak billows around him as he grumpily climbs the stairs and disappears from sight, but he can’t help but wonder what name would be regal enough for his future child. 

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[koala711]

Basking In You

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Synopsis: It’s been a long time since you’ve woken up in each other’s arms. 

CW’s: Fluff- like fluff fluff, sweet sickly fluff I hope for you and nicknames love and beloved

Characters in order:

Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Alhaitham, Tighnari

(A/N) I was gonna add Kazuha, but it turned into more angst than fluff so Imma do a separate post for that some day in more detail.

Diluc Ragnvindr

Even if he had awoken, Diluc didn’t bother to open his eyes as he breathed in the familiar scent of valberries. He slightly tightened his grip around you with a small, almost invisible smile appearing on his lips.

Archons... He’s missed this.

“Morning, handsome,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to push away the fiery red strands from his face.

He squeezed his eyes for a moment before letting them flutter open to see you staring back at him. The way you looked at him and the way the sun kissed your skin made his heart flutter a little.

“Hello, love.” 

He leaned up to press a soft kiss against your forehead before he returned to his original position, staring into your (eye color) eyes with as much love and happiness he felt.

“I’ve missed this,” you sighed, leaning deeper into the pillow.

The two of you never broke eye contact, trying to take in as much as you could of this moment. Blush dusted his cheeks as the moment prolonged. 

It’s been so long since he’s woken up with you in his arms. All he’s been waking up to in the past three weeks is an empty and cold bed as you ventured Sumeru for a side project you’ve always wanted to begin. If it meant you were happy, it was always okay with him, because in the end he knows you’ll be back in his arms just like this morning.

Diluc pulled the covers over your shoulder and snaked his hand back to your back, and you let out a sleepy chuckle as you snuggled into his chest.

“Me too.”

Kaeya Alberich

A soft kiss on your cheek greeted you as you woke from your slumber, but you could not turn to return any gesture as Kaeya’s arms kept you facing the other way.

You laughed as another kiss makes its way to the nape of your neck.

“Someone’s quite affectionate this morning,” you teased, feeling his arms around you loosen and turned to face him.

He was smiling brightly. He was never this happy in the morning, but knowing he was able to stay with you like this for longer made his heart race. 

“Should I not? It’s been a long time since you’ve woken up alongside me.”

You rolled your eyes and brought your hand up to push away the stray strand of hair. You placed your hand on his cheek, softly stroking it as the two of you stared into each other’s eyes. His cocky smile melted into a soft smile as he leaned into your touch.

“You got the day off?” You asked in a hushed voice, almost afraid that anything more would pierce this warm atmosphere. 

“Mm.”

You giggled at his hum as his eyes began to flutter. The soft strokes you gave to his cheek and simple comfort you gave him made Kaeya struggle to stay awake. 

The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before Kaeya pulled you closer and stuffed his head into the crook of your neck. You could feel one of his hands play with the tips of your hair while the other pressed against the small of your back, keeping you close.

“Gotta say,” you muttered, shaking your head with a soft smile. “I missed your morning neediness.”

“Neediness?” You could feel him smile against your neck. “If anything, I’m just showing you as much love as I can first thing in the morning. Is there anything wrong with that?”

“No," you laughed into his skin. "No there isn’t.”

Kamisato Ayato

Ayato held your close in his arms, breathing in your scent with his nose stuffed into your hair. His eyes may be closed, but he is very awake.

When he hopped into bed last night after returning from what seemed like the longest business trip ever, it didn’t take long until he fell asleep. Therefore, he didn’t get to indulge in you as much as he’d wished.

“Good morning, my beloved,” Ayato whispered, feeling your stir and squirm in his grasp.

“Morning...” You let out a small groan as a beam of sunlight blinded you. 

You were never much of a morning person. Something about it was so tiring, but perhaps being coddled like this would make up for it from time to time. 

“How’d your trip go?” 

“Tiresome.” Ayato pulled away from you, trailing a hand down your forearm and brought your hand up to his face. “Without you by my side, I don’t think I’d have lasted another day of squabbles.”

His lips pressed against your knuckle for a couple of quiet seconds as a blush made its way up to your cheeks. At this rate, Ayato was going to give you a heart attack with how affectionate he’s being first thing in the morning.

The commissioner smiled against your skin as he looked into your eyes. 

Such a mischievous fellow, but that was the man you fell in love with. You hated and loved him for the things he did to you and your heart.

Alhaitham

Waking up next to your lover was the best gift you could have. Seeing him sleeping like this was a different sight, one you weren’t very familiar with but one you would stare at until you could remember every single detail. You’d stare when he was awake, but it was embarrassing to always be caught.

Usually Alhaitham would get up before you and head to the Akademia for work, but the weekend was when you were always able to indulge in this simple pleasure. Besides, you’ve been gone for awhile, you deserved this.

After a while of basking in this scene, your brain slowly began to process everything that has happened in this supposed very short week. That is, that you came home on a Wednesday...

So it was Thursday...

And Al Haitham was here.

"Haitham...?" You sleepily whispered, noticing the gray-haired man still sleeping next to you. "Love, wake up!"

"I'm awake."

Alhaitham pulled you closer to him, not bothering to open his eyes.

"You're supposed to be at work," you scolded. “Get up!”

The scribe only ignored you and your efforts in prying his arms off of you. All he really wanted right now was to stay with you like this for just a little longer. 

You’ve been away in Liyue to do some special research on their Violet Grass all of last week, and once you came back home yesterday, he couldn’t come home until very late because of an emergency meeting and work.

Even if he wasn’t much of an emotional person, he had to admit(to himself) he missed holding you like this and hearing your hoarse morning voice.

"I'm not really needed for their plans today. My tardiness wouldn't hinder their progress."

"You’re the Acting Grand Sage though!?”

Even with that point, you didn’t win.

Tighnari

“Master Tighnari?”

You softly groaned as you turned over in your lover’s arms. 

You had no idea how many times the forest ranger has been calling your lover’s name from beyond the leaf wall, but you were sure it’s happened more than once for it to actually wake you up.

At first, you thought Tighnari was still asleep if they had to call them, but considering his ears, he probably wasn't.

“Tigh,” you whispered, peeking out to him. His eyes immediately opened to your call. “A ranger needs you.”

“Did he leave already? Didn't he just come back?” You heard the ranger muttering. 

Tighnari shook his head and sighed at the forest ranger’s attempts. From the first attempt to the last, he heard it all, along with the explanation of why they were there.

“They just need a small item they requested I fetch for them in Sumeru City. It’s something needed for a later date, so they can wait.”

He doesn’t usually ignore a forest ranger’s calls, but with their reasoning, Tighnari deemed it not as important as staying by your side. Your warmth was addicting, one he’d missed for the past two weeks while he was in the city.

It didn’t take long for him to miss you. The only thing he had to contact you were letters, but it didn’t feel enough to fulfill the hole in your place. 

He really didn’t plan to do that, but the Akedemiya requested a new lab for him to do with his students this year. It was a study that required daily notetaking and care, one in which he had to teach, monitor, and help with almost constantly.

“Why not give it to them now?”

“Because,” he huffed, bringing his tail closer to your entangled legs. “I’ve been away for too long and now I’m with you, or do you want me to leave you alone in bed?”

You laughed in a hushed manner and softly flicked his forehead. 

He looked cute with his eyebrows furrowed above his multi-colored eyes, along with the barely visible pout on his lips. How could you resist that? Besides, he wasn’t the only one missing their other half.

“No, no. It’s alright. Just stay here forever, I suppose.”

"It's what I plan."

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[anny-ley]

"You’re a pretty little thing ! "

Seonghwa x fem. reader

warnings: masturbating, oral (m. receiving), biting, rough sex, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap it up guys!), dominance, submission, hair pulling, begging, a bit after care

18+ content bellow, minors dni

reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

As you laid in bed, the soft glow of the moonlight bathed the room, casting a dreamlike ambiance. Thoughts of him consumed your mind, and the memories of your passionate encounters danced vividly in your imagination.Closing eyes, you let your mind drift back to that electric moment when you two last kissed. The warmth of his lips, the taste of his desire, still lingered on your own. You could almost feel his breath against your skin, igniting a flicker of heat that coursed through your veins. Your fingers traced the outline of your lips, reimagining the sensations as Seonghwa‘s kisses brushed against your tender flesh.The memory of his touch sent a wave of delicious anticipation surging through your body, awakening every nerve.

You recalled the way his hands explored your curves , with each caress leaving a trail of fiery longing. The memory of his fingertips dancing along your collarbone, skimming down your neck, and teasing the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck sent shivers of pleasure cascading through your body. Heart quickened as you vividly recalled Seonghwa‘s touch inching higher, setting your skin ablaze with desire. The anticipation built within you, like a tightly coiled spring yearning to be released. The imagination his hand slipping beneath the fabric of your dress, his fingers tracing the outline of your body, awakening every inch of skin with his gentle, yet electrifying touch.The intensity of your longing heightened as you replayed in mind the intoxicating dance of your two bodies.

You could almost feel the weight of Seonghwa‘s daze his eves filled with desire as he explored you with an intensity that stole a breath away. In the depths of your imagination, you allowed yourself to indulge in the sensations, each touch, each kiss, growing more intense, more vivid, more electrifying. The memory of your connection fueled your desire, stoking the fire within you until it burned brightly, consuming your thoughts. Lost in the ecstasy of the memory, your hands began to explore your own body, tracing the paths where his had once traveled. Your fingers trailed along your neck, down your chest, and across your heated skin, mirroring the sensations you craved so much. With each touch, your breathing grew more labored, heart racing with the intensity of your desire. The memory of Seonghwa‘s tantalizing kisses and teasing sent ripples of pleasure coursing through you, building your arousal with each passing second. As you surrendered to the power of your imagination, you allowed yourself to be swept away by the intoxicating wave of pleasure. In the depths of your passion, you found solace, knowing that soon, he would be in your arms once again, turning your dreams into reality.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city, you stood at the window of her cozy apartment, heart pounding with anticipation. It had been months since you last saw Seonghwa , your beloved boyfriend, and the ache of his absence grew with each passing day. The longing to be in his arms, to feel his warm embrace, consumed every thought. His job had taken him to far-off lands, as the next world tour was due. But now, after what felt like an eternity, he was finally returning home. You had spent countless nights imagining your reunion, creating vivid scenes in your mind. You wanted this moment to be perfect, a culmination of all the love and longing you had endured. As you adorned yourself in a stunning dress, your hands trembled with excitement. You know what would happened, too often you had imagined how he would pick you up and carried you to your bed. You missed the way he makes you feel. The way he leans over you with so much desire in his eyes. The weight of his body on yours, feeling how turned on he is. How his length is completely filling you out…

Minutes turned into hours as you waited by the door, your heart fluttering with each passing sound. And then, as if on cue, the sound of a key turning in the lock filled the apartment, sending waves of joy through your entire being. In that instant, all your impatience and longing transformed into a surge of pure bliss. The door swung open, revealing Seonghwa, his angelic features illuminated by the soft glow of the hallway lights. His eyes met your, and in that single moment, the world around you ceased to exist. Time stood still as you rushed into each other's arms, your bodies fitting together like missing puzzle pieces. His familiar scent, feeling the warmth of his embrace. In that embrace, all the months of longing, all the nights spent yearning for his touch, melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of completeness.

As Seonghwa held you in his arms, your bodies pressed together, a flicker of desire sparked between you . The heat of your reunion ignited a fire within both of you, awakening a hunger that had been building during your time apart. Seonghwa leaned in, his lips brushing against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. His voice, husky and filled with longing, whispered words that resonated deep within your soul. "You have no idea how much I've missed you," he murmured, his warm breath tantalizing your senses. Your pulse quickened as you locked eyes with him, feeling your desire growing. Gently, Seonghwa trailed his fingers along the curve of your jawline, his touch sending a rush of heat through your entire body. He traced a path down your neck, his fingertips dancing lightly along your collarbone, leaving a trail of fiery anticipation in your wake.

Your lips met in a searing kiss, an explosion of pent-up passion unleashed. Your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, as your mouths moved in perfect harmony. The taste of him, the familiarity and yet newness of his kiss, set you aflame . As you continued to explore each other's mouths, your hands roamed, igniting flames wherever they touched. With a gentle tug, Seonghwa guided you towards the bedroom, your bodies moving as if in a dance of pure desire. His hand slipped beneath the fabric of your dress, his fingers tracing the outline of your curves, teasing and tempting you. You gasped against his lips as you felt the warmth of Seonghwa’ s hand inching higher, igniting a delicious ache between your thighs. Every nerve in your body tingled with anticipation as he teased and caressed, his touch conveying a deep understanding of your desires.

He smiled at you. He could see you was getting turned on by him. He was making you wet. You was getting so horny. You couldn't believe how much this was already turning you on. You wanted to be fucked by him right there. You wanted him to feel your tits, suck on your nipples, to lick and bite them. You wanted to feel his tongue in your pussy. These were all you could think about, the way he would fuck your brain out. You closed your eyes his lips touching yours again, his tongue entering your mouth. You felt his hand cup your breast as his other hand reached around your back and unzipped your dress. The way his fingers found your nipple through your bra made you moan into his mouth. He moved back looking at you with a dirty smile. "So turned on already jagiya? I barely touched you yet…“ he said as his thumb began to rub your nipple. You moaned louder as his lips went to your neck. He sucked on your neck as his hand massaged your breast. His hand moved from your breast to your thigh. As his hand slid under her dress he wormed another pretty moan out of you which seem to affect him, you could feel his bulge underneath your panties growing even bigger.

You shivered as his fingers found your panties and rubbed your pussy. "Spread your legs“ he said, you could her how his voice trembled with arousal. You slowly spread her legs and he pressed his big hand against your pussy. You felt his finger move the hem of your rather conservative panties, electric shocks ran through your body when his skin touched your sensitive area. He kissed your neck and whispered into your ear, "Do you like it? " You moaned." Yes. "He smiled, "Good. Because I'm going to take them off. "He pulled your panties off and threw them away.

He put his hands on your ass and lifted you up. Your arm wrapped around his neck. You felt his dick concealed by his trouser pressing against your pussy. You moved your hips a bit forward and stared to move them in little circles pressing directly against his erection. He hissed the grip around your waist tightened "You dare to tease me?

You moaned softly into his mouth as your tongues danced in each other's mouths. You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. You both smiled at each other. You felt his cock press harder against your pussy. A soft moan left your lips as he picked you up and carried you to the bed. You laid down and watched as he removed his shirt. You smiled as you saw his beautiful body, the perfect skin, the slim waist and toned body.

He took his pants off and stood there. He was wearing white undies. You gasped as you saw his bulge. You wanted to touch it so bad, yearned to feel it throbbing in her hand. You dared to sit back on the bed and ran your fingers on the soft fabric. You could feel the hotness emanating from Seonghwas manhood. He was hard and stretching the undies. You smiled as you felt him twitch under your touch. From the past you knew that if you tried to fit it in your mouth, you would choke. You licked your lips as you imagined how good it would taste.

You took his underwear and slowly pulled it down. His dick sprung out and slapped against his stomach. His dick wasn’t new to you but everytime you asked yourself how this could fit your pussy. Even for your mouth this looked way too big. You slowly reached out and touched it. You stroked his cock slowly. He moaned as he felt your hand moving up and down his shaft. You stared at his dick and he slowly lowered your head towards it.

You opened her mouth and put your tongue on the tip of his cock. You could taste his precum. It was salty and sweet at the same time. You liked it. You licked his cockhead again and then moved your head lower. You licked his shaft and slowly started taking more of his cock in your mouth. You gagged as it hit the back of your throat. A beautiful moan left Seonghwa’ s lips which sent a electric shiver down your spine. You sucked on it and moved your head back and forth. You felt his cock throb in your mouth. God damn you loved it. You kept sucking his cock and moved your hand faster. You felt his balls tighten up as he got closer to cumming. Just the image that showed you could have made you come straight away. His head tilted back, his beautiful face covered with a light film of sweat, his eyes and lips pressed together. You stopped sucking his cock and held it still, admiring his very erect, ready to burst, shaft. But you did not want him to cum right now. You needed to feel him inside you.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and pleading. He was still for a moment, as if he was unsure of what you wanted. Then he moved to the edge of the bed and you quickly turned around so that your back was facing him. You felt Seonghwa’s hand on your shoulder, slowly moving down your arm. You shivered as he touched you, his fingers brushing against the skin of your back. He moved closer to you and you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice low and husky. You bit your lip, trying to find the words to say. " want you," you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled softly and you felt his lips against the back of your neck. "I want you too," he said, his voice rough and full of desire.

He turned you around to face him, his eyes dark with lust. He pressed his lips against yours in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. You moaned against his mouth, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice low and husky. He trailed kisses down your neck, his hands roaming over your body. He reached the top of your panties and hooked his fingers into the waistband, sliding them down your legs. You stepped out of them and he tossed them aside, a look of hunger in his eyes as he took in the sight of you naked before him. In this moment you changed your mind. Yes you love it when Seonghwa eats you out his tongue is so perfect, so long and he knows how to use it. He can make you fall apart in seconds. But right now you just wanted to feel him thrust deep inside you. You griped his hair and pulled his head up so you can look him in the eyes. A little headshake and he immediately knew now it's not time for this. You need something else. You need HIM.

"I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me." You said with a slight whisper and he smirked at you. "You want it rough?" Seonghwa asked and your eyes widened in surprise. "Or do you want it slow?" He continued and your eyes fluttered shut as he began his descent down your body again, but this time not stopping at your thighs, instead continuing on to the wetness between them. "You're a pretty little thing." Seonghwa took his underwear off. 'I'm going to fuck you good." He said and you let out a small moan. He pushed your legs apart and licked his lips as he stared at your pussy. "You're so wet." He commented and he began to kiss the inside of your thighs, teasing you as he moved closer towards your center. He pulled you closer by your hips. You gasped as you feel Seonghwa's erection pressing against your heat.

He groaned as he felt your wetness and you let out a small moan. He grabbed your hips and slammed into you hard, making you cry out in pleasure. You could feel his cock stretching your pussy, filling it up completely. He was so big and thick, it felt like he was splitting you in half. But it felt so good. He started to move his hips, fucking you hard and fast. You could feel his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, making you moan and whimper in pleasure. He reached down and grabbed your hips, pulling you back onto his cock. You could feel him hitting even deeper now, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. He was grunting and moaning as he fucked you harder and faster, his cock pounding into you relentlessly.

You was a moaning mess and this even more boosted Seonghwa's ego. He was so turned on by the way you were reacting to his cock. The way your pussy was gripping him and how wet you were getting. He could feel his orgasm building and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He grunted as he pulled out of you, flipping you over onto your back. He gripped your thighs and spread them apart. With a deep thrust he leaned over your back. The way you laid there under him so small and moaning just because of how good he fucks you.

Seonghwa’s dominance, how he leaned over you, pressing your body in the sheets and thrusting into you made your pussy clench. You felt his cock grow and throb inside you, and the way he moved his hips made you feel like he was fucking your soul. You felt his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. His fingers dug into your skin as he pounded into you.

You were his.

You felt his teeth on your neck, and the way he bit down made you moan in pleasure. His hands on your breasts, and the way he squeezed them made you feel like a woman.. You felt him thrusting into you, and the way he filled you up made you feel like a goddess. Your head began to spin and you felt how close you are to cumming. You felt his hands on your hips, and the way he held you down made you feel like a slut. "You're mine," he said as he thrust into you one last time, and that was all it took for you to cum. You moaned in pleasure as your body shuddered from the orgasm. You felt his warm cum fill you up, and it made you feel even more submissive. You loved the way Seonghwa took control of your body and used it for his pleasure. After a few moments, he pulled out of you and sat back on the bed. You felt his cum drip out of you and onto the bed. He looked at you with a smirk on his face. "You're such a good girl, taking my cock like that." You blushed and smiled back. He got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. He cleaned you up gently, making sure to get every drop of cum off of you. "You're so beautiful." he said as he kissed your forehead. He helped you sit up and handed you a glass of water. "You need to drink this," he said. "I'm fine," you said, but he insisted. You took a sip and realized how thirsty you were.

You finished the glass in one gulp and handed it back to him. He set it down on the nightstand and pulled you into his arms, holding you close as your breathing returned to normal.

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[jinkicake]

After A Long Night... 

He returns home to you. 

Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Xiao x Reader

A/N: I originally wrote this for my beloved Kaeya and then i did the same for Xiao and then Diluc and surprise, Ayato. Anyway,,,, i need fluff and all things sweet. forgive me! this might be my fav fluff... i think im getting better at it! 

WC - 2.2k

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Diluc R.

When it comes to his everyday life, Diluc doesn’t regret it very much. The young tycoon owner knows exactly what role he has to play and what needs to get done. 

Despite his strong resolve and fortitude, it still physically pains his sensitive heart to be away from you. 

Diluc knows how lucky he is to have you, he’s aware of the fact all too well. He cherishes you and loves you day in and day out, spoiling you rotten in the hopes that his actions will convey his own intimate feelings for you. Somedays he worries that his double life will be too much for your kind soul to handle. 

If you were to disappear from his life, the winery owner fears he would never see light in his own dark world again. 

He tries his best to return from his nightly missions at a reasonable time, just when the moon is descending from its peak position. There is nothing more Diluc looks forward to than you asleep in his bed. Knowing that he gets to hold you in his arms and rest is what gets the man through each day. 

Although he can’t stand the teasing from his brother, Diluc is a sap for you and everyone knows it. He’s not ashamed of it. 

His love for you is what carries him quietly through the house once he locks the main doors of the large home. Diluc checks to make sure all doors and windows are locked before quietly taking off his external accessories, hanging them by the door to his office, and then finally making his way to your shared bedroom. 

At the sight of you asleep in his bed, messily splayed out (because you can never get comfortable without him), Diluc sighs. He tugs at the loose ponytail holding his hair up and lets his fiery strands run freely against his back. Most nights, he would brush his hair and maybe apply some oil to the ends but all Diluc can focus on now is you. 

He happily sneaks under the covers and carefully presses his body into yours. The way you melt into his embrace is almost instant. Diluc softly kisses your temple before moving his arm to wrap around your waist. Gently, he squeezes you in his hold and runs his nose along your jaw. 

“My love,” He can’t help but murmur against your skin, sometimes it becomes too hard to fight the hold you have over him. However, the moment you begin to stir, Diluc freezes. There’s nothing he hates more than waking you up, knowing how highly you value your sleep. It’s as if an internal alarm is ringing in his mind and Diluc all but holds his breath as your fingers tighten against his hold. 

“Diluc?” Your sleepy tone melts into a whine as you shift and turn on your side to press your face into his chest. “When did you get back?”

The large man couldn’t pretend to be asleep even if he tried. 

Diluc kisses your temple again. 

“Not too long ago,” His comforting voice, deep and kind nearly lulls you back to sleep. It’s hard fighting fatigue when you’re in his arms. “go back to bed.” When you look up at him and Diluc sees the pout on your face, he doesn’t hesitate to kiss it off. 

“We can talk in the morning, dearest. I promise.”

Kaeya A.

Most nights, Kaeya prefers a drink. He often works late and into the evening so one of the only things that provide him with a sense of pleasure is the tart fruity taste of wine on his tongue. 

Every night before he sets out in search of a bar, he finds his way back home to you. Regardless of his alcoholic desires, there’s something special about sharing extra time with you in the evening. Sometimes, the captain finds himself skipping the drinks and staying inside to enjoy your loving embrace. 

Tonight is no different than his other nights. Kaeya is caught up in work, having to check through documents and give them a seal of approval, and he finishes his tasks late. It’s nearly so late that the bars are almost closed and the moon is high up in the night sky. 

For once, closed bars are not a concern to Kaeya because when he is most exhausted he always searches for you. He always returns to you.

“Oh, my love,” Kaeya’s quiet coo does not reach your ears from where he stands in the doorway to your apartment. The cavalry captain is extremely careful as he maneuvers the space and makes sure to be extremely quiet as he shuts and locks the door. He slips off his shoes and places his keys on a hook against the wall before making his way over to you. 

Kaeya loves to watch you sleep. You’re completely angelic and the sight always makes him feel as if he has been punched in the gut, he’s absolutely winded by your beauty every single time. He can’t help but reach out and brush his cold knuckles against your soft cheek. 

In the morning, he’ll have to chide you for falling asleep at the table but he knows this wouldn’t have happened if he came home earlier. It’s more his fault than it is yours, he can never find a flaw in you. In his eyes, you can do no wrong.

Keeping his touch light and soft, Kaeya cups your shoulders before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. His lips turn incredibly warm at the feeling of your skin and Kaeya attempts to fight off the flush he is feeling. You aren’t even awake and you’re still making the man flustered. 

When you lightly begin to stir in your sleep, Kaeya only places more kisses along your face. He pecks your cheek and then your nose before gracing your forehead again. 

“Hello, angel,” He whispers against your temple before leaving his lips glued to the spot. You grumble at him, just as he expected, before trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. 

“Kaeya,” Your quiet whisper makes his heart skip a beat and any fatigue he was feeling earlier in the night is nearly washed away by your voice. The way your eyes flicker over his features, darting from his eye to his lips makes the captain burn up inside. You’ve always been so shy with him. “how was work?”

“Dull, boring, slow.” He answers as he gently tugs on your wrist, pulling you up from your chair. There is no fight in you as Kaeya leads you toward your bedroom. “However, I did hear new speculations about Donna’s love life. Lisa spoils me whenever I drop off a book on time, would you like to hear about it?”

By the knowing smile on your face, as you fall into bed with Kaeya in hot pursuit, it’s going to be another evening where you both talk through the night. 

K. Ayato

Ayato hates being away from you. He detests impending work and having to be locked away in his office for days on end, running on little sleep, just to see that deadlines are met. The thought of you alone in your shared room with your lone futon spread on the floor makes his heart ache.

For the last couple of days, Ayato has been in a time crunch. He has to get some official documents between two clans under wraps before their political marriage or the entire relationship will be in shambles. The task itself is not hard but, it is incredibly tedious.

When all Ayato wants to do is spend some time with his beloved, small pesky tasks become the bane of his existence.

“Would you like some tea, my lord?” Thoma’s gentle knock on the sliding door reminds Ayato to stay focused, that he still has work to finish.

“There is no need for that, Thoma. I’m almost finished up, please get some rest.”

As Thoma excuses himself for the evening, the head of the Kamisato clan smiles knowing that he can continue working at night knowing he has such formidable people beside him. Ayato thumbs through the documents again and mulls over the agreements two more times. He ensures that each of the bargains balances out the other before stacking the papers in a neat pile.

One more time, he will go over each and make sure that they’re in proper order and format.

When the mind-numbing task is complete, Ayato places the documents in the bin on his desk for it to be carried out in the morning. He stands tall from his low workstation and stretches until a satisfying pop reaches his ears.

It’s now early in the morning with the sun sure to rise in just another few hours. Ayato wastes no time in making a quick trip to your bedroom. He is silent in his steps as he presses against the hardwood of the floors and slides open your door.

He could almost sigh at the sight of you curled up and deep in sleep. Ayato makes quick work of closing the door and then kneels beside you, he lifts your hands up to his face so that he can kiss the inside of your wrist. In his own way, it’s like a silent apology for making you spend the last few nights alone.

Ayato doesn’t even bother himself with getting into his own futon, neatly made and laid out since earlier in the night. He settles in right beside you and squeezes into the tight space. With his long arms, he wraps them around your torso before tracing your hip.

Kiss after kiss, he places soft pecks of his lips underneath your ear. He doesn’t mean to wake you and he certainly doesn’t want to but, he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

Luckily for him, you are a heavy sleeper.

Fatigue finds the commissioner easily and he shuts his eyes to try and catch a break from the feeling. In your touch, Ayato finds himself at ease. Relaxation is of second nature to him and it is all because of you.

“Thank you, darling,” He sweetly kisses your ear before melting into the sheets, slumber is sure to find him just as it had found you.

Xiao

Xiao doesn’t often feel fatigued. There are some nights when he almost wishes something new would happen in his monotonous battle of protecting Liyue but, he doesn’t get tired of it. 

Well, in the past, Xiao did not get burned out so easily.

The adeptus thinks you’re partly to blame if he could ever find a fault in your character. You’ve got him in some sort of routine. 

In the past, Xiao would stay out until the sun came up patrolling one area before moving on to another. It was a cycle that he would consistently keep up with day in and day out. 

The schedule he has now is a little different. Instead of clashing with hostile creatures throughout the night, he finds himself before your door once the moon peaks past the highest point in the starry sky. Xiao is still adamant about protecting Liyue but, he also prides himself on making you happy too. 

He doesn’t understand why his heart tugs in his chest at a certain point during the night every single day. It’s a tug that demands him to return home, to find his spot in your bed and hold you in his arms until you stir awake and kiss his fingers. 

Xiao melts whenever you pamper him, it makes him feel less alone. 

Like most nights since your entry into his life, tonight is not so different. Xiao finishes his duties once the moon reaches high into the sky and when his heart starts to become impatient, he finds himself outside of your window with simple teleportation.  

The adeptus tries to remember that he has a key and walks around to your door to quietly unlock your apartment. He places his staff beside your coat rack and takes off his shoes, dropping his mask on the nearby table, after he locks the door and ensures that it is shut. Your apartment is small and cozy and Xiao focused his eyes on you as soon as he walks into your bedroom. 

It’s not a surprise that you’re asleep, but Xiao softly gasps when he reaches the foot of your bed. Whenever he is in your presence the eternal ache that he feels starts to dull. The sharp pain in the ends of his fingertips and the tips of his ears become numb. For a mortal, Xiao considers you to be quite special. 

He doesn’t say anything as he softly gets into your bed and gently lifts up the covers to get beside you. The adeptus can’t help himself from touching you as soon as you are within his reach. Almost immediately, Xiao wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest. He remains quiet as he buries his face into your neck but, his heart leaps at the feeling of your stirring awake. 

The man hates to wake you, he truly does, but the feeling of your hand reaching for his own is something Xiao will never get tired of. 

“Welcome home,” Your sleepy tone and sweet whisper keep him grounded and alive each day. The way you kiss his knuckles soothes all the aches the adeptus has ever felt. “I missed you.”

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Cowboy like me -Philip Graves

creds: @/vhenan_virabelesan on instagram

Based on a request:

i need more graves in my life. like southern cowboy graves who finds veteran reader one day in line for food or something and he just can’t help but talk to her until the blood rushes to his face and flushes red. need graves who never thought he would settle down or get married until he finds himself staring at rings after dating you for 8 months. philip who cherishes his fiery girl by winning stock shows and buying her a new mercedes just because. reader asking him how she can pay him back and he asks her to move in. philip who holds reader so so close to his body, never wanting to hurt her while his cock throbs into her. caressing her hair and clicking his tongue whenever she breaks eyes contact from his good he feels. philip being called away for a two month deployment all of a sudden. two months feel like two years until he can see his beloved peeing the ranch goats and chasing chickens back into their coop. philip who finally gets home and uses his rank to skip the welcome home ceremony, wanting to surprise reader at home since it’s late at night and him speeding home because they’re not going to live their lives through the phone. driving like a maniac until he feels the grind of gravel against rubber and the familiar low glow of the wooden house, until he holds onto her body like how oxygen embeds itself into his lungs. i need him so bad ---- F!Reader, fluff, some smut, boyfriend!Graves, cowboy!Graves, P-in-V, soft sex, soft!dom Graves, veteran!Reader ---- A/N: this is how I know you are a Graves lover, so please my dear..enjoy :)

You moved to the countryside, a small town and a pair of old boots. Life is calm, away from that old and rowdy one you lived as a soldier. This time around, you were told about some new small restaurant in town, decided to check it out and that's when all the stars aligned. He walks in, three days into his break from a long deployment and then, his eyes meet your frame. A small smile on him. Never did he see another woman like you in his part of town. Not as pretty or as captivating. His cowboy hat by his chest as he admired you. You, unaware, order your meal, eager to taste something new.

He walked closer, and the cashier asked for your name. "R/N," you said and he smiles. What a precious name. For days after, he returned to that small restaurant, walked around town and frequented many shops and then he stopped walking. There you were, getting what he assumed was your truck loaded with gravel and some other stuff. You were a local then. He knew the man from the shop, asked around and soon he realised you were the woman who bought a property close to his. Ain't it funny. Your herd dog ran away and into his property, what a fun time Philip would have.

"I'm sorry, he…is a bit of a runner," you chuckle as you get your dog in the truck. "No worries, hun. I'm Philip," he extends his hand and you shake it. "I'm R/N, a pleasure to meet you," you smile. "So, what is a pretty lady like you doing 'ere?" You chuckle, your hat being the perfect sunblock for this sunny day. "I own this land," you answer and he smiles more. "Ah, so that means you aren't just a pretty lady with a dog, that makes you my pretty lil neighbour," he gets closer. You couldn't deny it, he had his charm and it worked on you. "What if instead of keeping you out on this Sun, I keep you out, say Friday night at around 8 pm?" Oh that smile on him, what a dangerous game it played.

And so you accepted. You played the dangerous game with him and it turned into something so calm and beautiful. Now, instead of spending his days or weeks off work alone, he spends them with you. He got to know you, understand you and love all of you. Every day, there he was, at your front porch, wildflowers at hand from his part of the land. Every day, there you were, at the front door, ready to greet him with a kiss. It never was the fact he could buy store flowers, it was the intention, to always bring them to you, pretty or not, he took his time every day to pick them out, to think, 'She'll like them, yeah…this one is perfect,' that is the beauty of him. And, you always fell even deeper for him. That smile, the same one he saw every morning, gave him more reason to go around, plant flowers on his land and when they grow, he will cut them and hand them to you.

It's what all lovers did before him. His eyes, my my my, were they enchanting to look at. He never meant to be a husband, to come home to his pretty lady, to love. He was meant to be a soldier, a commander and to watch himself die sometime far from today, in some dangerous place. Today, he walks around, looks at rings and shakes his head anytime the lady at the jewellery place asks if he likes that ring. "No, don't think my darling would fit this, I need something more…more beautiful…something that matches her beauty, so let's keep looking." But that was a game to never be won. In his mind, no diamond would match your beauty, it just had to at least resemble your natural looks.

His friends were all teasing him for falling in love. It's not bad, they reassure, it's…new..it changed you for the better, they all admit. When he introduces you to them, they all look at each other. "Oh, it makes more sense," one says and the rest agree. You did change him, he has become someone everyone admires more, and he has more reason to do certain stuff now. You and him, it is possibly the healthiest of loves he or you had. The warm feeling in your chest, that feels right. The compliments from his mother, his father and siblings, all feel too well. And you know that maybe you are right, maybe this is love. It's love in the beautiful, the ugly, the immature things you two laugh at, the stare his friends give when they know he find his forever person. It is real…it's love for what humans know love to be.

"My dear, c'mon, calm down," his voice soft, hands on your body as you argue over something that happened at a store. "Babe, you don't get it. That man…ooh that man do I dislike him!" He chuckles, "You know what the deal was and what he said was right-" "No, no it wasn't and you know what, shame on you for backing him up." You push him. "No, don't do that, we don't do that. If I fuck up, you correct me and I do the same for you, we fix each other that way." You huff out and cross your arms. He was right, you did that and now he had to do the same. Anytime he said or did something that wasn't right, you corrected him and he listened and apologised and did better next time. Now, here you were, having to be in his situation. "Sorry…it's just…why…why would that man do that- you're right..sorry"

"It's over, let's move on," his arms wrap around you and you sigh. "I love you," he reminds you and you smile. Your arms now wrapping around him. "I love you too," you whisper and get comfortable in his arms. Slowly, this became the norm, talk it out, don't yell but talk, it's simple and it's what keeps it all comfortable.

Christmas, ten months into loving you, he buys and gifts you a car. Lavish and all for you. For what reason? No motive, he just felt the need to give it. You, being someone who can't just accept these nice acts, shove the keys back to him. "Nope, nope…Phil, you can't just give me this." He shakes his head, "I can and it's rude to deny a gift, my love," he walks to you, the smile on him again. Was he a wizard? To have you so enchanted by his smile? "But-…how can I repay this? This is too much, Phil-" A kiss, is all it took to have you calm down and let him love you more. "Move in, that's all I ask of you." He says between kisses and you smile. Of course, now that is the man you know. A mastermind for a fiance? Now that is something to have yourself get accustomed to.

By Spring, he and you married.

By Summer, he had your back arched, your body and his pressed against each other as he repeatedly made love to you. His cock, deep inside of you as your milked him for every last drop. Your hands, wrapped around his back, owning him and marking him with scratches, ones he would proudly wear. His hands caress your body as if you were some angelic creature. Your eyes close once your body starts to feel euphoric, its pleasure to the greatest it can be. Philip's kisses trail from your lips to your collarbone. Your tits bounce with each thrust he gave you, your eyes closed and then he grabs your face with force. "Don't you dare look away, my love, not now," he grunts and moans.

His fat cock stretches your tight cunt to its limit. You let our whimpers, your orgasm building up slowly. "That's it, be a good girl-" he grips your face again. "Tsk, what i say?" He kisses you and once he is done with your lips, he ensures your gaze never leaves his. Your drunken stare is the one thing that is making him last so long. Your juices leak all over him, his cum deep inside of you, making sure to leave you leaking. It was his way of saying goodbye as he went on yet another operation. Your cunt, throbbing for the abuse and love your dear husband gave you over and over. It was perfection, it is love that he makes to you on a night like this.

Your teary eyes, make him frown and apologise. "I'm sorry, I know…I know darling." he cups your face with his warm hands and kisses you all over that precious pouty face. Your tears dried by his lips. Love is an action or emotion. Right now, in this bed made up of two drunken lovers, he made sure to teach you that he was not like any of the past men you loved. He was sure of it because no other man-made you cum with a stare, a touch, or a lick of your precious and delicious cunt. He isn't most men, he is your man, your other half, the one that has you whimpering over his size. The one that has you lighting candles for when he comes back home.

After that night, he was gone for some time. Not much contact besides the small talk on texts or the quick calls from the base. It was an eternity, to not have him by your side, to not watch you fall over as you tried to feed the animals on the ranch. It was a long night when you didn't have him wrap his arms around you and whisper sweet nothings. But it was the rule, wait and I'll be back to love you more. You were his patient lover, like a woman back in the day, waiting all day for her man. And the second came with the view of the joint estates, he smiles. His pretty darling, his home and all those crazy animals, all waiting for him.

His mates at the base, all begged him to wait just a little longer but he couldn't not when he yearned to be in your arms. He didn't care, it didn't matter if they all wanted a sit-down cookout to celebrate a triumph of an operation. You mattered. You see, the thought of you, laying in bed, with an empty side, his pillow used as a teddy bear as you await for him, that was an image he couldn't let happen anymore. His truck, rushed through the night all to get a glimpse, a touch, a whisper and an 'I love you' from you.

The door, swung open as he hurried up the stairs and into the bedroom. The floor creaks under his step as he silents himself from excitement when he sees your precious face. It was a rush, it's love and glee to know he came home, came home to you. "R/N, doll..I'm home," he whispers as he gently stirs you awake. That smile of yours, oh it can melt a man as mean and cold as him. "Hi," your voice is so soft and small. "Hi," he responds and sits on the edge, watching as you crawl into his arms. "Did you miss me?" but of course, he knew that answer. You nod and bury your face on his chest. What was once an empty bed, is now a bed full of two. Two crazed people, two hearts, one home. "Oh I missed you more," he rubs your back and notices how your body relaxes. He holds you close, so close that it's as if he wants your body to become one.

His boots are under the bed as he settles in with you. Your warmth wrapped him in an embrace. This, this is all he ever needed. It wasn't some drunk one-night stand, it wasn't cheap love or cheap sex. No one could afford this. Don't think he even understood how much he had to afford this kind of love but he can and that is all that matters now.

A/N: I love cowboys....and I love cowboy Graves

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[flowerandblood]

The Man with the Lost Soul

[ Amor • Aemond x Psyche • female ]

[ warnings: virgnity loss, smut, angst, violence, mention of the suicide, murder attempt, trauma, mourning ]

[ description: After she is attacked in a fair by a strange man and narrowly avoids death, her father the king decides that from now on she will be watched over by one of his ‘ghosts’, a assassin acting on his orders, wearing a black mask. The man follows her like a shadow, accompanied by their past, which keeps her awake at night. Gothic horror love story, angst, sexual tension, very dark Aemond. ]

This story is several requests combined into one: sworn protector x female; Amor x Psyche; Phantom of the Opera! Aemond x female. I took the liberty of creating a completely new story from this, having only elements of each of these requests.

Series & Characters Moodboard Lady Walford Moodboard Gothic & Horror Sensual Moodboard

Part 1 - The Man with the Black Mask | Part 2 - The Man with the Empty Heart | Part 4 - The Man with the Cold Lips | Part 5 - The Man with the Deep Scar | Part 6 - The Man with the One Eye | Part 7 - The Man with the Golden Gift | Part 8 - The Man in the Black Crown | Part 8 - The Man in the Black Crown | Part 9 - The Man with the Bloody Sword | Part 10 - The Man in the Black Gloves | Part 11 - The Man in the Death Cloak | Part 12 - The Man with the Pearly Hair | Part 13 - The Man with the Fiery Gaze

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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She remembered little of her father's speech, focusing only on the fact that she had a fever and on her little brother's body, cuddled into her, shaking with sobs. She wore a matte, black suede gown with open shoulders, its sleeves reaching all the way to the ground.

She wore no adornments, her hair loose, falling freely down her back. She felt his presence a few paces behind her, separating her from the rest of those gathered, the lords and ladies of the court immersed in disbelief, weepeing loudly in despair as if her mother's fate would ever concern them.

They all knew that her father had kept her locked up for years.

She looked at her King and though she could see his lips moving, tears on his cheeks, but she could not hear or feel anything − all she could think about was what Vhagar had told her that night.

Your father the King wanted me to make it look like she took her own life.

"It was with great regret that I accepted the high priest's decision regarding the fact that a person who takes his own life cannot be buried with honours in the royal tomb. For this reason, therefore, my beloved, poor, suffering-stricken wife will be buried outside the town walls, respecting her remains and her memory, needless to say." He said in a trembling, deep, hoarse voice, as if he really suffered at the thought.

She felt something surge through her heart, a tightness and pain from which she parted her lips in trembling breaths, a single, lonely tear running down her cheek.

When it was all over, her servants braided her hair and put a black, translucent veil over her face. She felt suddenly that she was partially covered from the world, that she was surrounded by the darkness she felt in her heart.

She wondered if this was what Vhagar felt while hiding behind his mask.

She followed her father and brother in a small procession behind a closed coffin covered by a shroud, a monk in front of them singing a slow, mournful chant that echoed in her mind.

She stared at the back of her king-father and thought only of the fact that he had killed her mother and deprived her of an honourable burial, without even waiting for the mighty of the Kingdom or her own family to arrive to bid her a proper farewell.

She watched as the coffin containing her body was lowered into a deep grave dug outside the city walls, heard the sobs of the mourners, but she herself shed no more tears. She looked to the side − behind her father stood his guards, his ghosts, but her ghost, her Vhagar stood by her side, a few steps behind her.

She felt his presence, the presence of death with her whole being.

When it was all over her father pulled her out of her musings by approaching her, pale, wiping his face with his palm, as if he himself could not believe that all this was really happening.

"I know you blame me for this and you have every right to. By separating you, I drove her to the brink of despair, she obviously felt she no longer had a reason to live." He muttered in a trembling voice, not looking at her but somewhere to the side, far away.

She looked at him through the thin material of the veil, feeling only her breathing and the beating of her heart, besides having the impression that she was surrounded by nothing but emptiness.

"I do not blame you, my King. You have done everything in your power. She was mad with despair. You could not help her." She said softly, calmly, her words like pleasant music to his ears. He grunted and cheered up, walking up to her, grasping her face in his hands, placing a long, drawn-out kiss on her forehead.

"My beloved child." He said warmly − she felt a squeeze in her heart and forced herself to smile.

As soon as he passed her the corners of her mouth sank down, her gaze focused on the spot where she saw fresh earth and a small stone monument, all surrounded by flowers.

"My Princess."

She heard his voice and shuddered, only now noticing that there was no one around them anymore, they were completely alone.

"It's time to go back."

She shook her head as she walked closer, placing a hand on the cold tombstone − she had the feeling that everything around her was blurry and foggy, her heart and throat squeezed.

"No. I won't leave her alone this time." She whispered, feeling like just laying down next to her, growing into the ground, being covered in flowers and grass, falling asleep next to her.

"She's free now."

She pressed her lips together, feeling a squeeze in her throat at his words, her nostrils quivering in an anxious breath. She glanced over her shoulder at him, looking at his tear-streaked mask, and thought that they were the same now.

She approached him with the quiet rustling of her gown, the hum of the grass and the singing of birds all around them, their robes blowing in the wind.

She stood in front of him and looked at him, at the man who had betrayed her, at the man who had killed her mother, at the man who had taken away her chance to decide her own life and death.

Every time she thought about it she had to remind herself that it was her father who made him follow her, it was her father who made him report on everything she did, it was her father who ordered him to kill her mother and it was her father who made her want to end her life.

He was just a tool, a blade held by someone else.

She placed her hand on his chest, rose on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his mask where a tear had been outlined − despite the material that separated her lips from it, she felt the cold, unpleasant, tart taste of steel.

She heard him swallow loudly, his bright iris looking straight at her in surprise, his pupil dilated wide, his eye almost completely black.

"This is my expression of gratitude for your dedication to the affairs of our family." She whispered with feigned fondness, running her hand over the spot where his cheek would have been, the steel beneath her skin uncomfortably cold and slightly wet due to the moisture it had gathered from the air around them.

She passed him without a word, heading towards the gate. As she walked along the roads of the city, the people living in the townhouses threw field flowers under her feet, called out her mother's name, expressed their love for their Queen.

She trampled their wishes, their gifts, their words with each step, looking ahead, lifting her gaze to the great fortress standing on the hill before her in the distance − it seemed to her now completely black, its towers partially veiled by grey clouds.

A great black coffin, she thought.

She was as dead as her mother.

As she stepped into her chamber she ordered loudly that she wished to take a bath. Vhagar stood at her door watching as her servants filled the tub they had brought moments earlier with warm water, one of them helping her undo the ties of her gown.

"Your Grace…is he…" The girl asked uncertainly, looking at the hooded figure standing on the other side of her chamber.

"Let him look." She said dispassionately, feeling no shame or embarrassment as she was left in just a thin white chemise − her maid swallowed loudly and nodded, curl by curl loosening her hair.

She stepped into the tub and sighed quietly, resting her head against its edge, closing her eyes, saying softly that they could leave.

She heard quiet footsteps, the sound of a door opening and closing, and then there was complete silence.

She lifted her eyelids and saw that he was standing in the same place as before, right at her door, straight, with his arms folded in front of him, looking at her unashamedly, her naked body peeking through from under her wet undershirt.

"Do you draw satisfaction from this sight?" She asked teasingly, twisting in place with a quiet splash of water, its pleasant warmth relaxing her tense muscles, finally no longer shivering from the cold.

He stared at her in silence, his pupil fixed on her face.

"Do not do anything thoughtless under the influence of emotion." He said dryly, his eye wide open, his chest rising slightly with each breath he took. She furrowed her brow at his words, feeling a tightness in her throat.

"I don't understand what you mean, Vhagar." She said coolly and he chuckled under his breath, however it was a laugh from which a cold chill went through her despite the warmth of the water.

"Your father wants to believe your words, which is why he does not yet see what lurks in your gaze. But when he finally notices it, it is not me he will send to you. I will not protect you from what will happen, and your greatest nightmare will come true." He said with a cold tone filled with some kind of superiority and opened the door from her chamber, disappearing behind it with a quiet clatter.

She pressed her lips together at his words, drew in a breath and slid backwards, sinking her entire head under the water − the voices in her head silenced, only an all-consuming hum around her.

She lasted like this for a moment before she felt a tightening in her mouth, her body craving another breath against her will, demanding to live. She rose to the surface, drawing in air loudly, wiping her face of the water droplets with her hands, sighing heavily.

She closed her eyes, thinking of what her mother had said, what she had spoken about since they had lived in this fortress.

The passage in her chamber and the cry of the child.

She opened her eyelids, feeling the sudden, rapid pounding of her heart.

Has Prince Aemond's body been found at last?

She stepped quickly out of the bath with a loud splash of water, quickly putting on a black, matte robe, tying it around her waist, opening the door of her chamber and stepping out into the corridor.

Although her body was shivering from the cold, she had the feeling that her heart was on fire.

She felt his surprise, his quick steps behind her, trying to catch up with her. She ran into her mother's old royal chamber, and as he entered behind her she looked at him with furrowed brows.

"No, Vhagar. Wait outside. It is time for me and my mother." She said coolly. She felt him hesitate, stand still for a moment − he turn his head, impatient, and walked out, closing the door behind him with a loud slam.

She looked around the room, running quickly to the walls, touching them with her hands, trying to discover some roughness or unevenness, something that would tell her there was a hidden door behind them.

She pressed her lips together and ran her hand over her face in impatience, unable to find anything, wondering where the child could be hiding.

She circled the room with her fingers pressed to her lips, feeling her heart pounding like mad.

His face was cut open, he couldn't survive it.

At the time of the attack he was not in his room but in his mother's chamber − her father's soldiers said they attacked him first − his mother threw herself at them to protect him, and then the Prince suddenly disappeared and was not found.

The entire chamber was searched, at first believing her mother that he could indeed have been hiding there, however nothing was found and it was decided that it was a figment of her imagination, the result of her remorse, and that the boy had taken advantage of the inattention of the men when they were wrestling with his mother and had fled.

She looked to the side and froze, licking her lower lip, feeling the cold sweat on her back as she looked at her mother's large bed.

Where did children hide when they were most frightened?

She walked over there slowly and crouched down, peering in from underneath, seeing only the dusty wooden floor. She swallowed loudly and pulled herself in deeper, feeling her body quiver at the thought that maybe she was now in his place, imagining all that must have been going on around him, that he had very little time.

She began to press the various pieces of wood one by one, hoping something would happen, however nothing did. She sighed heavily as she pressed her forehead to the floor, resigned, thinking it was pointless and suddenly she felt something under her hands.

It seemed to her at first that it was simply a piece of wood that had chipped away over the years, but it had a semi-circular shape, and was so small that only her little finger could fit in there.

She tried to lever it up and lift it, but nothing happened. It wasn't until she slipped her finger in deeper that she felt she had pressed on something cold and made of steel, and when she pushed it hard and let go she heard a quiet click − the piece of floor lifted slightly, as if the hinges holding it in place had loosened.

She lifted the flap higher, breathing loudly, feeling the chill emanating from the black stone hole, with a small staircase that a very petite woman or child could fit into.

She clenched her eyes shut, feeling tears of regret and horror running down her cheeks, panicked at the realisation that her mother was not mad, that she had died for nothing.

Was his body there or had he managed to escape?

Where did this passage lead?

She began to crawl down inside with difficulty, seeing only complete darkness in front of her, and then she heard a slam and loud footsteps, someone's large hand grabbed her ankle and aggressively pulled her backwards.

She screamed, terrified, clenching her hands on the wood, her willowy legs trying to kick him but to no avail − after a moment he forcibly dragged her out from under the bed and turned her onto her back, his eye wide open, staring at her in disbelief, she could hear his loud breathing.

He seemed to hesitate.

"What have you done?" He asked in a trembling voice, his hands held her shoulders pressed to the floor so that she could not move, her breathing laboured, looking at him in horror.

"I have discovered a secret passage." She muttered, feeling that she was trembling all over. "My mother said she heard a child crying inside her chamber. I think she heard Prince Aemond."

He was silent for a long time, breathing loudly − she heard him swallow with difficulty and clench his eyes shut, and when he opened them his gaze was different, frantic, dangerous.

"I told you not to do anything thoughtless." He said tiredly and resignedly, coldly, in a way that made her feel a shiver run down her spine.

His hands moved from her wrists to her neck, clamping down on it, instantly cutting off the oxygen supply to her lungs. In an involuntary reflex, she grabbed his wrists, her eyebrows arching in horror and pain, her body beginning to wince in despair.

"You're making me do this." He muttered under his breath apparently trying to drown out the sound of her choking, her mouth desperately trying to catch her breath.

He leaned in suddenly, the cold steel mask pressed against her forehead, a desperate growl of grief and rage escaped his lips, his hands let go of her, her lungs drew in a quick, deep breath.

She tightened her hands on his shoulders, trying to keep him away, but he lay on top of her, pressing her to the floor − she shuddered, a quiet gasp escaping her lips when she felt something hard throbbing between her thighs.

"You are my curse. My ruin." He breathed out; she felt his hips move back and forth, rubbing against her, her body went breathless all over − she felt something pulsate deep inside her, some kind of tickle in her lower abdomen from which she sighed quietly, her heart pounding like mad. "My doom."

He exhaled heavily − she could feel his hot breath gushing into her face through the holes in his mask, his hands from her neck slid down to her thighs, slipping under her thin robe. She shuddered as she felt his leather-gloved fingers tighten on the bare skin of her plump buttocks.

They both let out a loud, ripped breath, her hands slid lower from his chest, pressing his hips closer to her body, the spot between her thighs throbbed hard − she felt some kind of need inside her, for some reason despite her terror she didn't want him to stop.

She wanted him to take everything from her, she wanted him to strip her of her dignity, to punish her for allowing all this to happen.

"− destroy me − leave me with nothing −" She whispered softly; she heard him groan low at her words clenching his eyes, his hands slid down her thighs to the material of his coat − she saw him unbuckle his belt, her fingers helped him untie the bindings of his breeches.

"− fuck − fuck −" He mumbled, both of them breathing loudly in what felt like excitement and desperation, she tightened her hands on his back and whimpered when she felt something begin to push against her flesh between her thighs, trying to force itself inside her.

"− let me inside − don't fight me −" He breathed out, trying to forcibly slide deeper into her − she clenched her eyes shut and cried out, spreading her thighs wide in an attempt to ease the immense discomfort and excruciating pain she felt, one of his hands placed next to her head, the other firmly holding her hip.

He rooted into her with one brutal thrust of his hips and she whined loudly − despite his mask she could see that he was looking at her with a misty gaze, his body in what felt like a natural reflex began to move inside her, his manhood rubbing her again and again at a spot that sent shivers through her.

She panted and sobbed beneath him, feeling with every movement he made that one more thrust from him and he would tear her apart − he was too big, her muscles clenching against him in terror.

She heard his growl of pleasure each time he sank deep into her body again, instead of slowing down he accelerated, his movements beginning to be followed by the quiet click of her moisture.

"− g-gods, forgive me −" She mumbled out panting along with him, feeling with horror that the faster he slammed into her the more pleasurable it became, the tickling between her thighs became unbearable.

They both sighed with pleasure as her hips began to respond to his movements, his length rooting into her with increasing ease, sticky with her moisture − she felt as if her body had adapted to his size.

"− good gods, you are fucking enjoying this −" He scoffed teasingly, the thrusts of his hips sinking him deep inside her again and again. She felt with embarrassment her own wetness running down her buttocks − she tensed so that with each push he rubbed that wonderful spot from which shivers of pleasure ran through her.

It was so wonderful to be so full when she felt so empty, it was so wonderful to shudder with emotion when she thought she would never feel anything again in her life.

"− Vhagar −" She mewled beneath him, her heavy breathing making the moisture condense as vapour on his mask − he groaned low, both of them panting loudly, apparently taking surprising pleasure in this primitive, animal slapping of flesh against flesh.

"− no − not like that − you know my name −" He hissed out, she felt him twitching hard inside her as if the thought of her knowing his identity aroused him even more − she felt her heart pounding like mad, her lips parted wide, her hands slipped under his breeches and tightened on his buttocks.

She knew him.

Gods, she knew him.

"− I − I don't know −" She mumbled between his aggressive, sure thrusts, from which she felt stupefied, felt unbearable tension and heat in her lower abdomen − she had a feeling that a few more of his stabs and something would happen.

"− come on, you can do it − say my name − say my fucking name −" He growled, slamming into her with loud, low groans of pleasure, she could feel him throbbing hard inside her, her walls clenching down on him greedily, sucking him inside.

She shook her head, unable to give him an answer, her mind completely frazzled with pleasure, only whimpers and sobs coming from her mouth, her hips responding involuntarily to his every push, feeling the wonderful tickling between her thighs, in her fingertips, in her lips.

"− I − p-please, oooh, gods, yes, yes, yes −" She cried out loudly tilting her head back, feeling the unfamiliar, overpowering hot pleasure shake her body, her insides began to throb like crazy.

She heard him growl low feeling it, rooting into her with a few more desperate, sloppy thrusts before she felt something warm spill inside her, a loud sigh of relief escaping his lips.

His seed.

She looked sideways at the closed door to the chamber, hearing only their loud, raspy breaths, her body convulsing, her mouth parted wide in disbelief.

What had she done?

They both pulled away from each other − she hissed in discomfort as he slid out of her and rose slowly, quickly tying his breeches. They were both breathing loudly, terrified of what they had done, of what had happened.

She moved away from him, looking at him in disbelief, wondering if he was going to try to strangle her again.

Why did her discovery frighten him so much?

Who was this man?

It seemed to her that he could read the doubt written on her face − he stood up and sighed heavily, buckling the belt of his coat.

"If your father finds out we missed this, he'll kill us all." He said lowly, and she felt some kind of relief that he had done it purely out of fear.

She swallowed loudly, looking at him distrustfully, catching herself with shame that she could still feel him deep inside her, her walls sore from his aggressive, greedy thrusts.

"If you wish, I will inform him of what you have discovered in your presence." He said finally and she turned her face away, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart.

Did she want her father to find out?

If Prince Aemond was still alive, he could return and take the throne for himself.

He could have done what she had secretly dreamed of since she saw her mother's coffin disappear into the black depths.

He could kill the King.

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[chibsandchill]

How to secure a future

Fandom: HOTD (House of the dragon)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x AFAB!reader (no use of Y/N or pronouns)

Summary: Aemond’s delusions about besting his Uncle in combat comes real, and he lives out the aftermath of the war in a cabin with you. Only, it’s not enough. 

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, Aemond Targaryen, mentions of Daemon, allusions to sex, descriptions of murder and gore, metaphorical self-harm, unhealthy relationships, Aemond has truly given in to the delulu, toxic behavior and mindset, spelling and grammatical mistakes (English is my second language), allusions to cannibalism, Aemond baby-traps you, etc

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Comments and reblogs are always appreciated

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If Aemond knew anything it would be obsession. That gut-wrenching longing, the want for more;  the bottomless pit of darkness – a starved beast rattling rusty bars, frothing at the mouth for more. Every inhale heavy with hatred and jealousy, his blood thick as tar with envy, he was a mere shell of a man driven only by the desire to possess. To conquer. His uncle – Daemon – was much the same. His brother too. Though, Aemond thought himself cut from a different cloth. Same material, same maker, but Aemond was driven by love, he ached for the chaos that the chase brought. He thirsted for the blood of your enemies, a thirst that could never be quenched. 

Or could it? 

Had he not cut his beloved uncle from cock to eyes he might have asked for advice. Perhaps then he would be more like the prince his mother wanted and less like a rabid beast drowning in a sea of longing. Wave after wave threatened to pull him under. Sometimes he wanted to let it take him. There could be pleasure in that too. Is there a better death than one in pursuit of you? You’d cry so sweetly over his corpse. 

No, 

the thought disgusted him. He was the one deserving your affection, your tears, your pain. All of it. All his, his, his, his. 

Alas, 

Daemon, his severed cock and all his wisdom (for all the good it did him) laid buried beneath hundreds upon thousands of men in an unmarked grave, and so could not say much at all. 

If only his mother knew what Aemond was truly up to when he said he’d take Vhagar for a flight. She’d cry. Perhaps even strike him. He wouldn’t feel it, so he’d let her. Her words couldn’t hurt him anymore than the back of her hand could – not even his brother’s depravity elicited a reaction from him anymore. Their blades grew as dull as the scars they had left behind, more akin to a cold summer’s breeze than a sword through the gut. How could they hurt when you cut him so deeply? When you looked past him as if he was one of many in a crowd but you’d move so sweetly against him when he visited you at night; when you looked at him and saw nothing, but he looked at you and you were everything. 

The dragon fire in his heart was helpless against the cold left in your absence, he was a man without purpose, with naught but envy, envy, jealousy and longing and spite keeping him at your heels. Even when you were in the same room did he long for you, burn with envy at the sight of your friends sitting next to you, of your cousin who smoothed down wayward hairs, of your uncle who pushing in your chair, of the clothing that clung to you, of the very air you breathed, the blood in your veins, everything. There was not a thing he did not envy for their closeness to you, and not a thing he had not thought of tearing away so he could take his rightful place. 

Were he a better man he would write you poems. Mountains of them. Through mangled hands and bloody fingers would he write scroll after scroll declaring his love and devotion in flowery prose and sweet, sweet words that dripped with adoration. 

But Aemond was a dragon prince and he dealt in chaos, burning possession and fiery jealousy. It was all blood and gore and violence, but Aemond liked to imagine that before the war when he still had that softness to him that his grandsire made sure to beat out of him, he’d woo you with soft hands and smiles and flirtatious words spoken through giggles at grand events, and kisses stolen in gardens. 

But you saw through the flames and violence and saw Aemond for what he was. You had to. You did. He knew you did. He covered you in blood and through a wobbly smile and tear-filled eyes Aemond swore he saw your future together. 

And he grabbed a hold of that future with no intentions of letting go. 

“Honey, I’m home.” 

Aemond locked the door to the cabin behind him. Swinging from his hand was an unlit lantern. It sparked to life without much protest and a pleasant glow lit up the room. Gaunt faces drawn with unsteady hands on water-logged parchment stared down at him from where they hung precariously from rusty nails lodged in moldy walls. It hadn’t begun to smell yet – the mold – but the air was humid. 

“Aemond.” 

“Hello.” He placed the lantern on the kitchen table. It shook under its meager weight. Aemond would have to get you a new one for the new house. “Did you miss me?”

“Like a prisoner misses the headman.”

“Time has not dulled your tongue, my love. I’m glad.” 

You hummed. 

“Have you eaten?” He asked. 

“Yes.”

“Good. I brought dessert.” 

Aemond set the table. Two plates, both cracked, and a fork for you and a spoon for him. You have no glasses, not anymore, so he brought two wooden mugs with him. The handles have splintered from overuse but they served their purpose. He brought two lemon squares dusted with powdered sugar and candied lemons from the kitchens. Perhaps you’d even taste one of them this time. 

The smell filled the room, but you didn't move. 

Aemond let out a sigh as he placed the treats on the plates. “It’s your favorite.”

“Were. They were my favorites.”

His eye twitched. 

“My cousin used to steal platters of them from the kitchen the night before my nameday.” You mused. Aemond knew this already but said nothing in fear that you’d go back to silence. The sweet lilt in your voice warmed him ever so pleasantly. “They were my favorite because they were hers.” 

“Would you rather I bring something else?” 

“Candles. I don’t like the dark.” 

Odd, considering how you clung to the shadows of the room to avoid him. Aemond loved the chase. You knew that. 

“Of course.” He agreed with a dip of his head. “Anything you want.” Within reason. 

“Anything?” You pressed. “I want to go outside.”

“No.”

“Why? The war is over, isn’t it? Aemond, please, I haven’t seen the sun in months.”

The real answer was on the tip of his tongue, but he’d never let them go. You wouldn’t like it. And for what did you need the sun when he was here? He brought a lantern, did he not? He was your sun, and your moon and even the stars. In this cabin nothing could hurt you without his permission, no one could find you and take you away, nothing to leach the warmth from you or dull your smile. He could not shine like you, so he had to bring it with him, unlike you who shone like the brightest star whenever you entered a room. He had lived for far longer than a few months in darkness, with mere glimpses of your light and warmth. The gaping hole in his chest had festered and rotted the longer he carried on, but no longer. Each day when you smiled at him as he entered the cabin tore the corruption from him, your laugh cleansed him off the darkness gripping him. He was reborn by your grace. 

“Perhaps tomorrow, darling.” 

You huffed. 

“Oh. I almost forgot.” Aemond pulled out a locket from his pocket. It was made of gold and lined with red rubies. “I had this made for you.” 

His chest burned as you moved out of the shadows. They clung to you, tugged at you with their dirty fingers. Your steps are almost silent against the floor, but the rattling of chains is louder than thunder. 

A precaution. 

“What is it?” Your fingers curl around his wrist. 

The words died in his throat. You were so warm, your touch soft as silk against his scarred wrist. he had never known a gentle touch before you. Gentle did not make dragons strong, and they certainly didn’t create strong towers capable of withstanding a dragon’s attack. But he had no use of dragon fire in here, or twisted claws, or strong walls to keep you out when all he wanted was to have you closer. 

Here he was simply Aemond. And he was almost… content. 

Almost. 

“It’s a locket.” He cleared his throat. “Look.”

He flipped it open to reveal a portrait he had commissioned of the best artist in King’s Landing, and on the other side he had your favorite flower preserved. A token of his love; everlasting. Much like the flower it would never wilt, never change. He burned for you now just as he did before. He was as addicted to you as his father had been to the milk of the poppy before he passed. You consumed his every thought. 

“Oh, Aemond.” You whispered. “It’s lovely. Thank you.” 

You pressed a kiss against his cheek whilst placing your hand on the other one. Wildfire spread under the skin you touched. 

“I understand it can get lonely-”

He didn’t (couldn’t) understand, but his mother made sure he was a skilled diplomacist, and so he spat out the words as though they were poison. You were two parts of a whole, how could you be lonely when all he wanted, all he needed was you. 

“It’s okay! Truly. I like it here.” You rushed out. 

He allowed himself to bask in your touch. His clenched fist relaxed, but despite your light, your warmth, your love, the root of his darkness could not be touched. In a way, he didn’t want you to. He feared that if you reached that part you would be tainted, or worse, you would take it from him. That part allowed him to do what it takes to love you like you deserve. 

But you never would find it. He had torn at himself until he was in a thousand pieces, drifting in the wind after you. Gradually he stitched himself together, then tore the stitches and created himself anew. Mangled and broken did he wander two steps behind you, darkness oozing from the crude stitching and infested wounds. Truly a monster. Until he made himself whole again. For you. Like you. In your image he made himself anew. He tore the wings from his back, the claws from his fingers and the fire from his chest so that he may never burn you. He tore himself from the sky so that he might see you one last time. Again and again he tore flesh from bone, bone from flesh, until he began to resemble what you needed, what you desired. A thousand layers of flesh to hide the remains of a beast unworthy of you. 

Still, he could tear at himself until nothing remained, could press himself against you until all that remained of him was fading warmth, and it still would not lessen the longing he felt for you, the heart-crushing need to be closer. The seeds of doubt, of what-if’s threatened to undo all that he had made himself. 

If he allowed you but one candle, would you cast him aside? If he was not your light, would you cast him aside? He was nothing without you. Would you think the sun’s warmth superior to his? It would steal your affection, and he would be forced to wander the darkness alone again. Though he did not think he would survive this time, for he had been shown what being with you was like. 

“Good.” He managed to choke out, dull pressure growing behind his eyes at the reminders. 

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” 

“How- how is my mother?” 

“Thriving. Your father hired that gardener from Dorne.” Aemond placed his hand over yours. 

“Good.” You smiled with glassy eyes. “Good. That’s… good. I’m… happy for her.”

 Aemond nodded. 

He would never tell you the truth. 

Your mother carried that same unnatural warmth as you, and her blood felt like fire. Your father felt like ice. How the mix created you, Aemond would never know. The gardener had heard them. He tasted like the desert – dry, hot and awful. 

It was one of the best nights of his life, and he had left you unable to walk properly for days after. 

Now they could never take you from him. 

Their weakness disgusted him. How easily they had abandoned you. Aemond would not stop protecting you even in death. 

“Yes. Will you eat with me?”

“Oh. Thank you for the gifts but I’m not hungry.” You pulled away from him and he was once more plunged into the icy depths that was being parted from you. His skin crawled with the absence of you. 

His teeth ground together. “That’s fine.” 

“I had a lot of dinner. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine.” 

It wasn’t. Did you think him incapable of providing for you? 

The lemon squares dripped onto the floor. They coated his fists. 

“I- Maybe next time.” 

“Do you not love me anymore?”

Tense silence fell over the room. 

“What?” You asked, stunned. 

“Do. you. not. love. me?”

“O-of course I do!”

His eyes burned. “Is there someone else?”

“Aemond! What’s gotten into you?! There’s only you.”

“Is it the farmer?” 

“No!” 

“The stable boy?”

“No! Aemond, please! You lock the door every time you leave. There’s no one else.”

“It’s me then.” 

“Did Aegon say something to you? Is that why you’re behaving like this?” Your face reddened, but for all the wrong reasons. 

Disgust coiled in his stomach as his brother’s name left your mouth. 

“My apologies.” He inclined his head. “I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I shouldn’t have accused you of such filth. I knew you would never betray me like that.”

Aemond felt like a fool. Somewhere along the way he had miscalculated, had missed a piece of corrupted flesh and stitched it along his love and devotion to you. He knew you loved him. Of course you did. You were meant for each other. Two pieces of a whole torn apart by cruel gods. He would need to tear it out, and begin anew. Once more would he bathe himself in blood and fire to become worthy of you. 

You shook your head. “It’s okay. I understand.” 

He barely heard your words. He felt as though he was underwater.  Drowning, drowning, drowning. It was dark, cold, silent, and you were not there. 

How could he cement his place next to you? He had coiled himself around you after you joined together, had left himself inside you so not even that would tear you apart. As you slept he would press himself closer to you, his hold would tighten like a snake coiling around prey until you whimpered, and yet he was not close enough. His knees felt weak. It could never be enough, this would never be enough. Surely there was a way. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

“Let me make it up to you.” He heard himself saying. 

“There’s nothing to make up for.” 

So understanding. 

“Even so. I’ve missed you.” 

A sharp inhale, and then his lips were on yours. It felt like coming home, like completion. The missing piece returned to the puzzle. He had spent hours trying to put the feeling into words, and yet came up empty-handed. There weren’t a lot of thoughts swirling around his mind when he was pressed against you like this. Not when his hands had already begun to wander down your waist until he gripped your hips. You let out a surprised sound but you welcomed his touch, your own hands coming up to rest on his chest. 

Somehow you make it to the bedroom. Aemond shrugged off his coat and shoes before pushing you down on the bed. Your pupils are dilated, a delightful blush coated the apples of your cheeks, and you were smiling at him again. 

Oh, that smile. 

“Gods.” He whispered. 

Aemond’s hands shook as he began unlacing his shirt, then his trousers, his shoes. They were all thrown in a pile. They didn’t matter. His hands were steady, sure, and gentle as he pulled at the frail strings holding your dress together. It came undone easily enough, and pooled around your hips. 

Just as he leaned down to kiss along the curve of your neck, the lantern went out. It mattered not to Aemond who was used to the darkness, and he knew your body like the back of his hand. Your head lulled to the side and you sighed softly. 

And if a few weeks after that night you greeted him in tears when he returned for the night with the beginnings of a swollen stomach, then that was no one’s business but his and yours. 

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd imagine #house of the dragon imagines #aemond imagine #aemond x you #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader

[jazjelspen]

leaving on wild charted waters

(what if our mc just got tired of Night Raven College and it’s inhabitants?)

(and possible part 2)

It got to the point where you have simply just had it, you were done with the antics of Night Raven College and most especially Headmaster Crowley, whom is apparently so kind, so but so kind in fact that he’s been leaving you to do his job. In the end after the last overblot you ended up with a broken arm, a few small yet painful stitched up lacerations on your side aching your body to the bone, and a broken heart. 

Your heart just can’t take anymore of the neglect and ache from the headmaster as well as seeing overblot after overblot consistently during your stay in this strange world. Ace and Deuce didn’t help make this entire experience any better with the trouble their actions caused, and as much as you loved Grim he wasn’t exactly the greatest either but you knew that in Grim’s case you’d always see him try to help you out at some point in every day you were together unlike others around.

So now here you were taking the next boat from NRC to the infamous RSA, Royal Sword Academy. You weren’t sure if they were going to enroll you in there as well but you were a bit more positive that there would’ve been a likelier chance of effort in getting the help to get back home.

The breeze of the sea ran through your hair as you watched Night Raven College slowly but surely fade farther and farther away, and even so you could still see the face of your beloved fiery cat that you already miss so dearly even while sailing across the sea. Although you will miss a few of your classmates and friends, you knew that this was better than staying there only to eventually become incapacitated or killed. 

You wondered if anyone would miss you, scoff and say ‘good riddance’, or not have any particular feeling or reaction. 

Maybe a bit surprised..

Especially since you haven’t told anyone but your beloved cat and childish headmaster that you were currently off at sea at a new opportunity.

You knew there already was a chance at Grim spilling the secret so soon, and you had an idea that Crowley would either be incredibly vague about it or just flat out say it.

Nonetheless you knew it’d get out at some point.

You didn’t want to tell anyone you’d be back but then again you didn’t want to lie and then never come back either.

“On your way to visit RSA my friend?” A voice popped out from behind you as you were looking off at the endless blue which caused you to jump a bit and snap your head over your shoulder.

A young man of fair skin, bright candy red hair that reached down the nape of his neck and eyes with the same shade of blue as the sea you were facing at earlier. He has a gentle smile on his face with genuine curiosity sprawled out on his features as well.

“Ah.. hello- yes I’m currently on my way to visit RSA..” you spoke as you turned your body towards the boy “You are?..”

“Oh, my apologies!” the redhead spoke “You can call me Rielle my friend, and you are?” “My name is ______,” you looked down quickly at his outfit to see him wearing RSA’s posh white uniform with accent of blue and gold, except the sleeves of his uniform were up his elbows and the jacket was freely open. “Seems like you're from the academy yourself, Rielle.”

He chuckled as he walked beside you to then relax his arms up on the edge of the boat to look out at the sea “No kidding!” he joked as stared off at the sea, a look of familiarity on his face. 

You looked at him with a small smile then the sea before you heard your new redhead speak again “If you don’t mind me asking ______, what are you going to RSA for? Are they still enrolling during the school season?” 

You shook your head “Not exactly.. I’m not sure. I’m just looking for a way home..” you sighed as you let out your sentence. “Hopefully your school will be able to help me out here, something Night Raven couldn’t do.”

Riel looked at you with a look of pity, not a bad kind but more of a ‘I want to help you’ kind of way. “I see.. I apologize you haven’t been able to make it to your home, my friend..” he paused before he then shined a comforting smile towards you “But hey! Nothing to fear, we’ve got some of the best mages and wish-granters in RSA as well! I’m sure we’ll get more than a few clues to get you back home.” Rielle spoke with such positivity and confidence that you couldn’t help but smile as much as he was.

“Very well then, I guess we just have to wait and see.”

#disney twst #twst #twst angst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland angst #twisted wonderland #yuu #twisted wonderland mc #ace trappola #deuce spade #night raven college #royal sword academy #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland hcs #female reader #i love angst #not proofread #crowley #grim #grim twst #crowley twst #headmaster crowley #leavingonwildchartedwatersjazjel #leavingonwildchartedwaters

[r0swells]

LUUUUP MY BELOVED

I know I said Davenport and Lucretia were my favorite but cmon, Lup is just such a banger character. She's a wizard, she's canonically trans, she's the heart of the IRPE, she was stuck in an umbrella for ten years, she's dating just some guy, and she's a litch?! Character of all time.

ID by @anistarrose under the cut

[Image description: several digital drawings of Lup from The Adventure Zone. She's an elf with a medium build, freckled light brown skin, and a curly blond bob cut with dark roots, as well as a tufted tail.

In the first image, she wears a tank top with her robe tied around her waist, and fiery orange makeup around her eyes. She's posing with the Umbra Staff, smiling.

Second: Lup is grinning and lifting Barry into the air as he blushes and rubs his neck. He's a chubby human with slicked back brown hair, a gray streak, and stubble, wearing his robe and jeans.

Third: Lup fires a beam of red magic from the Umbra Staff, with the force of it blowing back her hair.

Fourth: a simple doodle of Lup in a t-shirt reading: "I survived the hunger for 100 years and all I got was this shirt."

Last: Lup as a lich, with a skeletal form and with fiery hair floating up from her skull. She has a surprised expression, and she's holding the Umbra Staff. End description.]

#the adventure zone #taz #taz balance #taz lup #lup #taz barry #barry bluejeans #roswells rampage #long post #i keep trying to mess with the way I color and it's coming out really cool I think

[crypticandmachiavellianaugustine]

I Can See You

Eris Vanserra x human!Reader

Summary: Y/N is working late when her mate decides to show up.

Warnings: smut 18+, oral (f receiving)

First time writing smut, I was bored and procrastinating preparing my exams, so sorry if it's too horrible. Also English is not my first nor my second, not even my third language, in short I apologise for eventual mistakes.

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It was a peculiar thing, Y/N was willing to admit, her belief in all things magical.

A gush of wind was the world caressing her hair with a nonexistent loving hand. The sea was a parent and a guardian, mending her broken heart whenever she felt helpless and lonely. A storm was a scream of freedom and every animal was her friend. And every forest, every thorn covered bush, belonged to the faeries.

With a shiver of horror she remembered that every dust covered library belonged to the ghosts.

It was late and Y/N was putting away some books in their rightful places. She preferred completing her tasks late at night, when the library was empty and the moonlight shined through the stained glass of the large windows.

For some time now her belief in magic had been replaced by a frightening and incumbent truth. A world opened by cleaver hands and the most incredible eyes she had ever seen.

She could feel him watching her in the shadows and a primordial human instinct warned her to be afraid, but he was no ghost. Y/N could see the outlines of her mate behind one of the shelves when she passed by. Mate. A word that in her human hears sounded almost wrong, almost too animalistic for what she felt. But she could feel it by the tread of gold that tied their souls together that they were, indeed, mates. She preferred referring to him in other ways, words that she found sweeter. Lover. Beloved. Husband.

The last one had been recently added when in the middle of the night a few weeks before they had decided to get married immediately, the human way, so that her anxious mind could be eased and her self doubts extinguished.

Eris knew exactly how to ease her worries and anxieties before they even presented themselves, and Y/N loved to taunt him for it, to laugh at her prince from a magical land who fought bravely against all of her demons.

Y/N climbed a ladder to put away an ancient tome of history when she felt her mate's fingers gently caressing one of her legs, tracing her ankle and calf in a way that never failed to make her lose her mind, no matter which part of her body he decided to submit to that delicate torture. Eris' hand stopped barely over her knee and his fingers grabbed the soft flesh of her thigh. Y/N could feel her face burning up and she could vividly imagine the insufferable glint of satisfaction that she knew was shining in his amber eyes. Her reactions to his touch never failed to inflate his already enormous ego and she was always ready to humble him a little, when they were alone in her apartment. Part of her suspected that he found her humbling even more pleasurable than her reactions.

Y/N rolled her eyes in a showcase of false annoyance before going down the ladder and offering him her bothered look in all of its force.

Immediately Eris' lips were on hers, kissing her voraciously as if that was the moment he had waited for the most all day. Y/N was no less eager to finally have her love all for herself, in the darkness of the silent library and definitely later in her little apartment that had become the secret sanctuary of their love.

Y/N's fingers were playing with his hair, gently tugging the fiery strands, action that had earned her a silent murmur from Eris. She chuckled lightly and, still gently, finished the kiss with a bite on his lips.

Eris started attacking her neck with kisses in response and Y/N could not hold back a frustrated and contented sigh.

"You are a nightmare," uttered Y/N gasping when he left a trail of kisses and bites along her shoulder.

"And I love you too, little librarian," whispered Eris biting her shoulder with a little bit of more force before winnowing them to her apartment and quickly getting rid of her dress. He then made her sit on the table and kneeled down, starting to kiss her inner thighs and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh, earning a few sighs from Y/N who had started to play with his hair.

It had become a bit of a habit for him, to get rid of the stress and frustrations caused by a day at Court by pleasuring her. And being with his head between her soft and thick thighs happened to be one of Eris' favourite ways of ending the day.

Y/N gasped when his tongue met the bundle of nerves that was already eagerly expecting the relief only he was capable of making her feel. He went for it without his usual exasperating teasing.

Eris groaned when Y/N's hands started to be rougher in playing with his hair, sign that he was succeeding in making her lose her ever present composure.

Y/N no longer held back and moaned shamelessly as he continued to pleasure her, savouring her as if he was starving and she was the most delicious fruit he had ever tasted.

"Eris..." she whispered desperately when pleasure washed over her, overwhelming her senses and making her lay there, on her kitchen table, utterly satisfied and with all her defences defeated.

He was immediately over her with his customary smug grin, picking her up and giving her a tender kiss.

They both knew that their night was just getting started.

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[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Eva Dahlbeck (Smiles of a Summer Night, A Lesson in Love, Kastrullresan)— Beautiful, formidable, funny. Ingmar Bergman called her a "battleship of femininity" and cast her in several of his comedies. It's a joy to see her pulling all the strings in Smiles of a Summer Night while her two boyfriends make utter fools of themselves.

Maureen O’Hara (The Parent Trap, The Quiet Man)—They called her the Queen of Technicolor. That right there should help introduce people to the fiery, wonderful, stunning Maureen O’Hara. She was from Ireland, born in 1920, and started in theater at the age of ten. At 15, she was winning drama awards, including one for her performance as Portia in the Merchant of Venice. At 16, she was the youngest pupil to graduate from the Guildhall School of Music. By 18, she transitioned to film, starting off with a bang alongside Charles Laughton in Hitchcock’s Jamaica Inn, and proceeded to work steadily up through the early 1970s. She was in adventures and comedies and romances, spent a lot of time in westerns giving merry hell to John Wayne (and less merry hell to the indomitable John Ford — she held her own even when he was verbally abusive and demeaning to her). She was in The Quiet Man, which was the first American-made film entirely filmed in a foreign country. She helped make American Christmas what it is with Miracle on 34th Street. She played a lineup of headstrong, forthright women second only, perhaps, to Katharine Hepburn. She was married three times, lived for a while with a boyfriend in Mexico, sued for custody of her daughter in the 1950s, AND sued a magazine for libel in the same era. After mostly retiring from acting, she edited a magazine. She eventually sold the magazine to spend more time with her grandson, but even then ran a ladies fashion store. She was an outspoken, brilliant, passionate lady, with amazing red hair, a career to envy, and — well — that face!

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Eva Dahlbeck:

Maureen O'Hara:

I thought she was one of the most beautiful women in the world when I was a kid and I have yet to really change my mind. Always loved her temper and her red hair. Plus she was kind of a MILF in The Parent Trap

Haughty, red hair, hot.

The hair. The accent. The figure. The acting chops. The perfection.

I would have to give up my passport if I didn't submit Maureen O'Hara but also have you seen her? Not only did she look like that (she was called the Queen of Technicolor, though she wasn't a big fan of that sobriquet), she was also very funny and tough as nails. She faced off against Walt Disney in a contract dispute and the legend goes that when someone mentioned her at his deathbed, he sat up and said 'That bitch!'. Her comment on that story is "At least he didn't think of me and say, 'That wimp'." She struggled to get serious roles for a time, saying ""Hollywood would never allow my talent to triumph over my face," so she plays the sexy princess/pirate/harem girl in a LOT of early movies that she referred to as "Tits and Sand" films, she being the tits in question. She also turned down so many leading men and studio bosses (Errol Flynn and Howard Hughes are among her rejects) that there were rumours spread that she was a lesbian. Many egos were battered it seems. I'm including the infamous Lady Godiva scene in the photo propaganda for the sheer Moment of it [link] . It was a bit of a flop critically, but it was one of Clint Eastwood's first film appearances and she said he told her later that he was very glad of the money at the time. She was a very proud Irish woman and when she went for her American citizenship they insisted on referring to her as British (the timeline of Irish independence is a bit wibbly wobbly, we won't get into it here). She refused to accept American citizenship under that condition and argued her way through every level of US immigration she could find, supposedly saying "I'm not responsible for your antiquated records here in Washington", until a judge finally gave up and said "Give her what she wants, just get her out of here". This made her the first ever person seeking US citizenship to be proclaimed Irish on the record! And while we don't embrace the leprechaun imagery quite so enthusiastically today, her dressing her dog up in a little shamrock hat is too cute for you all to miss so I'm including that in the photo propaganda.

*Marge Simpson voice*: I just think she's neat 🤷‍♀️

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[pctterswprld]

pure jealousy

pairing: ron weasley x gryffindor!fem!reader

summary: you have feelings for ron and you were planning on asking him to the christmas party. he doesn’t seem to realise those feelings until you give up on asking him, someone else offering to take you instead.

word count: 3,356 words

warnings: ANGSTY FLUFF, literally two swear words, a bit of kissing, idk what else...

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[y/n] [y/l/n], described by her peers, was a compassionate woman who always took everyone’s feelings into account. while having gryffindor’s fiery personality, her beauty (inside and out) only made her much more desirable among the students of hogwarts. it was something she took pride in, having the ability to wrap people around her finger.

unfortunately for hogwarts’s keen scholars, [y/n] had her eyes on someone. of course, she had not revealed who she had feelings for (only to her best friend, hermione). and let’s just say… [y/n] was pretty good at hiding her feelings.

long story short, [y/n] [y/l/n] was in love with her best friend.

no, not hermione.

ronald bilius weasley. best friend to the chosen one and known for being quite daft from time to time.

he was quite a popular figure, being gryffindor’s quidditch keeper and also helping with da in his fifth year. ron wasn’t one to brag but he quite liked the attention he received — especially from women.

again, unfortunately for [y/n], ronald just had to tell her all about it.

“right, so you know lavender brown?” he questioned, [y/n] picking at her food as she fought the sigh trying to come out of her mouth.

“yeah, ‘course.”

“she’s interested in me.” [y/n]’s eyes shot up, meeting ron’s eager ones as he nodded enthusiastically. “i know! it’s bizarre, i thought she hated me last year after that whole incident in the room of requirement—”

“wait,” [y/n] interrupted, dropping her fork on her plate as she crossed her arms. “how do you know she likes you?” ron scoffed, stuffing another spoonful of jelly into his mouth.

“well, it’s obvious. isn’t it, harry?” the ginger nudged [y/n]’s other close friend, the one and only harry potter, who was sat close by them, invested in his new fancy advanced potions textbook. he looked up abruptly, his chin in his palm as she shrugged.

“i guess her attitude towards you has improved—”

“see—!” ron immediately zipped his mouth when his eyes met with someone else’s across the great hall. [y/n] turned to see what (more like who) he was looking at, frowning when she saw lavender brown coming their way. she flashed a smile towards ron, tucking a lock of her curly hair behind her ear as she giggled along at what parvati patil said, immediately rushing to their normal seats.

at this point, [y/n] felt extremely sick. she gulped down her food as she met eyes with her beloved best friend, who seemed beyond the moon. a wide grin crossed his lips as he spoke, “see! she likes me. you cannot change my mind.”

[y/n] tried to be happy for ron. he’d been wanting a relationship for ages as he was unhappy with himself (or he was simply just bored). and there was no doubt that ron did not retaliate his feelings for the girl. he, of course, loved her dearly as a friend. and to [y/n]’s disappointment, it seemed like he was never going to figure out her secret.

a smile crossed the girl’s lips as she nodded, uncrossing her arms, “okay, i see it. she likes you,” she chuckled, ruffling the ginger’s hair as he laughed along. she felt eyes on her as she looked at harry who had an inquisitive glint in his eyes as they flickered from her to ron. [y/n] shook her head, looking down at her food as she heard harry sigh to himself.

“um, i promised hermione i’d meet her in the library,” [y/n] stated, finishing the last of her food as she looked at the two boys in front of her. “so… i best be off now.” ron didn’t seem to be paying attention, his eyes still on lavender with a look of adoration in them. harry gave the girl a sympathetic smile as she solemnly glanced at ron, sighing in defeat.

“see you later,” harry waved as [y/n] smiled, walking out of the great hall with heartache striking her chest.

[y/n] stared at her herbology textbook, struggling to understand the words with the one million words crossing her mind. she huffed, her forehead meeting the pages of the book as she closed her eyes. hermione sighed at her best friend, brushing [y/n]’s hair aside to get a better look at her.

“did something happen?” hermione asked, knowing the reason behind [y/n]’s sadness already.

“well, you’ve got that figured out already,” [y/n] joked, sighing as she sat up. she leaned back in her seat as she began tying her hair into a ponytail. “okay, i get that i haven’t made my feelings that… obvious.” hermione nodded, scribbling across her parchment as she listened. “but, come on. even harry agrees with you, i’ve been looking at him differently since third year!” she ranted, almost slamming her textbook shut out of frustration.

“[y/n]...” hermione began, setting down her quill. “perhaps it’s time you… stopped liking ron?” [y/n]’s eyes shot up, her left cheek now against her palm as she thought.

“you’re acting like i haven’t thought about that ‘mione,” [y/n]’s lips pressed together, staring at the words within the pages in front of her. hermione’s mouth opened to speak but it immediately clamped shut when she noticed the figure approaching the both of them. [y/n] looked up, furrowing her brows as she sat up. “what—?”

“hello, ladies.” [y/n] whipped her head around, seeing two fairly attractive slytherin boys in front of her. she glanced at hermione whose cheeks had already flushed at the sight of them. the voice belonged to theodore nott, his eyes already on hermione as he awkwardly scratched his neck. [y/n] recognised the other boy as blaise zabini and sat up in her seat straighter, crossing her legs.

“hello, boys,” she greeted, her ponytail bouncing as she smiled, “to what do we owe the pleasure?” blaise stepped forward, a grin crossing his lips as he glanced at theo.

“well, with slughorn’s christmas party coming up, we’re obviously expected to bring someone,” blaise spoke, his eyes on [y/n] as she intently listened. “and you two were first on our list to ask…” hermione nudged [y/n] whose eyes widened with excitement. [y/n] glanced back at the slytherin boys, a sly smile on her face.

“why, we’re honoured,” she began, “i hope you weren’t lying when you said we’re your first choices,” she tilted her head.

“of course not,” theodore flashed a smile, glancing at hermione once again. “we’ll do anything to prove that if you want us to.”

“that won’t be necessary,” hermione giggled, [y/n] smiling as she added, “we’d be delighted to go with you two.”

blaise and theo smiled, bowing their heads as blaise spoke. “wonderful. we’ll meet outside slughorn’s office next week?”

“sounds great!” [y/n] agreed, the two boys walking off with looks of triumph on their faces. [y/n] turned towards her best friend, looking gleeful as hermione fanned her cheeks.

“you might not agree but they’re both incredibly attractive,” she sighed, leaning back in her seat as [y/n] shrugged.

“well… this might be my chance to get over ron, like you said,” [y/n] grinned, “and blaise is a nice guy, don’t you agree?”

and as a consequence, the two began talking away about what they were going to wear in the corner of the library, all thoughts of ron weasley disappearing.

later that night in the common room, [y/n] sat crossed-legged on the sofa as she finished up her DADA homework, crookshanks purring quietly beside her as her quill scribbled away. she was too concentrated to notice the familiar ginger boy sitting directly beside her.

ron tapped her left shoulder, a smile appearing on his face as [y/n] looked up. she put her quill down, tilting her head at her best friend, “why are you so smiley?” ron scoffed, leaning in his seat.

“i was just happy to see you, jeez,” he muttered, [y/n] laughing as she put away her essay. she tickled crookshanks’s ear as ron spoke again. “where were you after lunch?”

“i told you i was going to be in the library with hermione,” she replied, her lips pressing together as she remembered how ron looked at lavender. ron tilted his head.

“no, you didn’t.” [y/n] sighed, pulling out her hair tie as her [y/h/c] hair cascaded past her shoulders.

“yes, i did. you were too busy staring at bloody lavender,” she retorted, staring into the fire as she brushed her hair aside. ron’s breath hitched as he took in [y/n]’s appearance, his brows raising at how pretty she looked at this angle. he looked away, scratching his neck as he cleared his throat.

“right. sorry. yeah, now that you say that…” ron glanced at [y/n], who seemed to now be in a foul mood as she hugged her knees to her chest. the ginger mentally facepalmed himself, trying to change the subject. “so, with harry and hermione going to that party next week, i was thinking we should spend the day together,” he grinned, causing [y/n] to look up. “because you said you didn’t want to go. we could hang out, like old times.”

[y/n] bit her lip, letting go of her knees. “well, i never said that and… um, i’m sorry, ron. but i can’t.” ron furrowed his eyebrows.

“why not?”

“because…” [y/n] sighed, fiddling with her fingers. “i’m going to the christmas party. with someone.” ron looked gobsmacked at this, his arms now crossing as he scoffed.

“yeah? with who?” he questioned. [y/n]’s brows furrowed at the sudden change in his demeanour.

“blaise zabini,” she replied, forcing herself to not smile at the thought of him. “he’s in our potions’ class—”

“i know who he is,” he snapped, now staring into the fire as [y/n] widened her eyes. she looked away, staying silent because she knew it was best not to argue with ron when he was in moods like these. then, he spoke again, “do you want to go with him?”

“well, hermione wants me to—” [y/n] stopped abruptly, cursing herself as she felt eyes on her once again. it was now only her and ron in the common room.

how she wished harry or hermione were here right now. 

“why does hermione want you to?”

“because she doesn’t want to be alone,” [y/n] shrugged, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

“harry’s going to be there.” [y/n] sighed at this, leaning back into her seat as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “and isn’t she going with nott from slytherin?”

“yes, she is. i’m surprised you didn’t find out from her that i was going with blaise,” [y/n] remarked, hearing another light scoff emerge from ron. “what? they both asked us while we were in the library.”

“so is that why you two have been blushing all evening?” he muttered, his eyes staring with intent at [y/n] as she struggled to look away.

“yeah,” she mumbled. “guess so.” ron shook his head, getting up from his seat and surprising [y/n] as he began to walk up the staircase. “where are you going?”

“to bed.”

“seriously?” [y/n] guffawed, going after him. she had been in his and harry’s room a number of times, so it didn’t surprise ron when she went after him. “do not tell me you are annoyed because someone asked me to the party.” ron let out a grumble as they both reached his room, confirming [y/n]’s suspicions. “you are!”

“you can do what you like,” he mumbled, entering his room and kicking off his shoes. [y/n] closed the door behind her as she followed ron.

“i don’t know why you’re so bloody bothered,” she stated, crossing her arms as ron turned around. “you’re the one pining after lavender!” ron’s lips melted into a harsh smile, looking to the side as he spoke.

“so that’s why your attitude towards me has gone sour– because of lav?” [y/n] gagged at the nickname, rolling her eyes. she heard a laugh emit from ron, pissing her off even more. “i can’t believe it—” [y/n] walked towards the ginger, pushing him harshly as a look of annoyance crossed his expression. “ow—?”

“first of all, that nickname does not do lavender justice,” [y/n] began, ron smirking at how frustrated she was getting. “and secondly, if you had just let me ask you to the bloody party in the first place—!”

“wait, wait, wait, wait,” ron interjected. “what?”

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A FEW DAYS EARLIER

[y/n] trailed after ron as they both stood at their desks, getting their stuff out diligently. the girl glanced at the door, noticing how harry and hermione hadn’t arrived yet and looked at ron who was now sitting down on his chair.

as she sat down, she tapped ron’s shoulder, catching his attention, “do you know if harry has asked anyone to the christmas party yet?” ron nodded, messing with his quill.

“yeah, he asked luna. why, were you planning on going with him?” he replied, paying close attention to [y/n] as she looked away.

“nah, just wondering. asking for hermione since she’s all hot and bothered about finding a partner,” she smiled, glancing at her parchment. ron nodded slowly.

“so… are you going then?” [y/n] glanced at him, “to the party?” the girl smiled, a tinge of pink arising on her cheeks as she looked down.

“um, actually, i was wondering—” a giggle from beside ron caught [y/n]’s attention, her eyes meeting with lavenders before the blonde glanced at ron with a smile.

“hi, ron,” she greeted, hugging her transfiguration book close to her chest. [y/n]’s lips pressed together as she noticed ron’s expression turn surprised. he raised his eyebrows, his lips curling as he replied.

“hey,” he replied, his voice coming out quieter than expected. she smiled shyly, walking towards the patil sisters as the three of them giggled. [y/n] fought back a sigh as ron turned back towards her, a dumbfounded manner appearing on his face. “did you see that?”

“uh, yeah. what about it?” [y/n] remarked, picking at her parchment as she heard ron’s voice again.

“what about it? well, you tell me!” he whispered, glancing at lavender again. “she was smiling. she doesn’t normally… do that.”

“perhaps she was feeling nice today!” [y/n] suggested, seeing ron nodding slowly as she almost sighed in relief. “lavender’s a lovely girl, she might just be feeling extra happy or something…”

“yeah. yeah, you’re right,” ron shook his head, turning towards [y/n] fully. the girl smiled slightly, staring at him as he spoke. “so i suppose you’re not going?”

“what?”

“the christmas party. you’re not going?” [y/n] furrowed her eyebrows, her lips parting slightly. “you don’t have a partner.”

“about that—”

“i mean, personally, i don’t think anyone is worthy of taking you,” ron shrugged nonchalantly, opening his transfiguration book with a grunt. [y/n] nodded, trying to speak as he continued, “i mean, you could ask a seventh year but perhaps you shouldn’t risk it, guys these days…”

“that’s why i was thinking about—” ron’s attention drifted away from poor [y/n] when the door swung open once again, revealing harry and hermione as they entered the room. he grinned and waved them over, causing the girl to deflate in disappointment. she bit her lip, facing hermione as she sat down opposite her. she quickly smiled at her best friend, paying attention to professor mcgonagall as she began the lesson…

“why didn’t you ask me after the lesson?!” ron stood there, gobsmacked at the new information he just received. [y/n] crossed her arms, arching an eyebrow.

“i fricking tried to! but all you could do was talk to harry about lavender!” ron opened his mouth, expecting to hear something come out of it, yet he quickly closed it once he realised [y/n] was right. he looked down, scratching his neck.

“i– [y/n], i’m sorry,” he stated, stepping closer as a sincere expression crossed his face. “i genuinely am. i know i can’t take the bloody hint and that’s my fault. i seriously am sorry!” [y/n]’s lips pressed together as she looked away, her toes tapping against the floor.

“yeah, well, i’m going to head to my room, so…” and as she turned around, attempting to walk towards the door, ron grasped her wrist, pulling her back gently as she spun to face him. she looked up, bewildered.

“so that’s it? you’re just going to go with zabini?” he questioned, dumbfounded as [y/n] parted her lips. she glanced at his hold on her wrist and raised her eyebrows, looking back up.

“i mean—”

“you could do a whole lot better, [y/n],” he interjected once again, pulling the girl closer as she let out a quiet gasp.

“ron—?”

“no, listen. i get that you’re mad at me and you have a right to be but i do like you. i swear on merlin’s beard i do– ask harry!” [y/n] opened her mouth, trying to speak but ron continued. “i know, i know, i can’t believe it took me being purely jealous just to figure out my bloody feelings– i know. yell at me all you want, i’m just saying—”

“ron—”

“that i have practically liked you since first year after you stuck up for me against malfoy, but i just pushed those feelings away because i was still a ‘blood-traitor’ or whatever and you’re practically pure-blood royalty. and i get that that’s stupid but it’s the truth and i’m telling you now—”

[y/n] kissed him. she smacked his hand away and kissed him, grabbing his face as she pulled him close. she was sure ron’s hands found their way to her waist as she kissed him deeper, smiling against his lips when ron did. as [y/n]’s hands made their way to his hair, ron gently pushed her against his bedpost, his hands squeezing her hips as she let out a gasp, tugging at his hair as he picked her up easily. as [y/n] wrapped her legs around his waist, she nearly moaned against his lips when ron pinched her thigh, the ginger grinning at the whine she let out instead.

and just as he was about to move his lips towards [y/n]’s neck, the two of them heard a scream.

[y/n] immediately pulled away, her eyes widening when she saw hermione – along with a startled harry – standing at the door with amazement. she dropped her books, one of them hitting harry’s toes as he winced, kicking the book away.

“finally! merlin, the both of you were driving me mad,” she exclaimed as [y/n] jumped off of ron, rolling her eyes as ron furrowed his eyebrows.

“what’s she talking about?” he asked harry, along with [y/n], looking at his friends with confusion.

“listen, this only took so long because of him,” she shrugged, hearing harry shut the door behind him as [y/n] jumped onto ron’s bed. ron sighed, scratching his neck.

“yeah, she’s right—”

“no fucking shit,” harry muttered, shaking his head as a grin crossed his lips. “you are unbelievable, mate.” ron stood there, offended as hermione began to cackle.

“listen, i know i’m a bit slow—”

“oh, merlin, how are you supposed to tell blaise that you can’t go with him now?” hermione asked her friend, wincing at the thought as [y/n] shrugged.

“ah, he can always take greengrass. she’s pretty.”

“but you’re prettier,” ron winked at [y/n], causing the girl to grimace as ron sighed. “sorry, that was a bit—”

“no shit.” the quartet began to laugh, ron wrapping an arm around [y/n] as they all giggled away, the world feeling right again.

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[ithaqualovers]

My Eveningstar

Husband! Morningstar (Helel) x Reader

(TW: NSFW!! 18+ only) ((This was requested by a friend of mine, and this is my first writing a smut ToT... If there is a mistake please tell me! And if you don't know the meaning of Eveningstar is 'The brightest' and symbolized that you are an eternal beauty and love of a Roman goddess.)

Meanwhile, above the high tower, the wind howled as it swirled around the spire, bringing with it the distant cries of the people below. You stood atop the tower, surveying the land with a wistful gaze. Then the Morningstar's servant suddenly called you to the tower's chamber, requested by your king, Helel the Morningstar. the servant approached you and spoke solemnly. “King's dear lover, Eveningstar,” they said. “The Morningstar has need of your presence. He awaits you in the tower chamber.” The servant bowed before you and stepped back. You were surprised by their words, but you nodded and set off for the tower.

As you ascended the stairs, you wondered what Helel wanted from you. When you reached the chamber, you saw the king standing in the centre. Your husband, Helel. The sun that centred on his mask shone brightly as he grinned. “My dearest, come closer to your beloved husband.” You slowly walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest. Helel slowly took his mask off to expose his dull-cream pupils. Helel took your hands in his, his touch comforting and warm. He brought your hands to his lips and kissed them softly. He looked into your eyes and said “You look so beautiful today, my Eveningstar... Your presence shows a goddess-like beauty, and I am blessed to be able to call you mine.” A smirk appeared on his face. You have never felt him call you like this since he is so possessive and obsessive towards you.

You already know what he wants. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. You can tell that he has an agenda in mind by the way he is speaking so intimately and romantically to you, and the smirk on his face shows that he knows he is getting to you. His possessive and obsessive nature further confirms that he is after something, and that he expects you to give in to his wishes. “What is that you want to do with me, Helel? I will not let you use me for your own gain again.” You replied, your voice was stern and unwavering. Helel chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint as he stepped closer to you. He reached out to gently brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Oh, my fiery dove, you are always so quick with your words,” he purred, his voice dripping with desire. “But I see through that facade, Y/n. I know deep down you crave the touch of your beloved husband.” His hand trailed down from your face, caressing your neck and collarbone. “I want you. I want to feel the heat between us ignite into a blazing inferno. To taste the passion that burns within our souls.” His voice grew huskier as he leaned in close, his hot breath washing over your lips. “Give yourself to me completely, my Eveningstar. Let us indulge in pleasures beyond mortal comprehension.”

You hesitated, unsure of what to do. You raised a brow and met his gaze, feeling a tremor of fear and excitement. Taking a deep breath, and sighed. Do you really have to give in to him? You knew that there was no turning back if you said yes. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and nodded, ready to take the plunge. “Hm. So needy...” You smirked, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you opened your eyes as your e/c stared into his dull-creamy eyes. “My needy king wants to fuck his Eveningstar, correct?” You chuckled at your words and a smirk tugging your lips. Helel's eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of amusement and desire dancing within them as he leaned in closer, his voice dripping with dark allure. “Oh, my delectable dove, you always knew how to play with fire. But be warned, for I am the inferno that consumes all in its path.” His hand trailed down your arm before gripping your waist possessively. “Oh, yes. I want nothing more than to claim you as my own once again. To feel our souls entwined in a passionate dance of pleasure and dominance." He pressed himself against you, his breath hot against your ear. “But remember this: it is not just 'fucking' I seek. It is the sheer ecstasy of surrendering ourselves to the darkest desires that reside within us both. Are you ready to lose yourself in the flames?”

You closed your eyes, the excitement coursing through your veins. You were ready to embrace the unknown, to let go of all inhibitions and finally break free. You nodded a silent agreement that sealed your fate. You really give in to him, huh? “Mm... Alright, my Morningstar... Do as you wish.” With your permission granted, Helel grinned, a sinister glint in his golden eyes. He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper in your ear. “Good.” His eyes gleamed with a mix of desire and satisfaction as he felt the heat of your words wash over him. He released a low, rumbling chuckle that resonated through the chamber. “Ah, my insatiable Eveningstar,” he murmured huskily, “your eagerness fuels the fire within me.”

With a swift, fluid motion, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you effortlessly towards the grand bed adorned with silk sheets and dark velvet drapes. As he laid you down gently, his hands moved with purpose, skillfully removing every garment you wear. His touch was firm yet tantalizingly gentle as he explored every inch of your body, tracing patterns of pleasure along your curves. He slowly removed his heavy cape and settled in next to you, he pulled the bust of his short black coat to his side exposing his bare chest. You shivered as you felt his sharp fingers, caressing your hips. His breath was hot and heavy against your skin as he lifted your hips. His eyes drank in the sight of your body, and you felt your heart race as he leaned closer. His lips brushed against yours, and the intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Helel pulled down his trousers as he positioned himself above you, and you felt the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. His golden eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that could ignite galaxies. Lowering himself onto you, he claimed your lips in a searing kiss while simultaneously entering you with a slow and deliberate thrust without a warning. You gasped as he filled you, your entire body trembling with pleasure.

“Mmf... H-Helel...” You moaned his name in his mouth while his tongue explored your mouth, tasting every corner of it. Feeling your inner muscles clench around his cock, Helel pressed down even further, filling you with his length to the hilt. A low groan escaped his lips as he broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto yours, boring into your very soul. “That's it...” he panted, and his hands roamed over your body, tracing patterns of desire and love across your skin. He began to move within you with a slow, rhythmic intensity, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Let me hear your screams of pleasure as we drown in the inferno that binds us together.” He whispered huskily. You clung to him as the pleasure rose within you, your cries growing louder and louder until you screamed out in pleasure. Oh, your cries are only making him turned even more passionate. Helel let out a deep, throaty moan of pleasure as he felt your inner muscles clench around him. He increased his pace and thrust harder against you, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. “That's it, my Eveningstar,” he growled lowly, “Take me all in... Mmmf– surrender yourself to me.” His hands roamed hungrily over your body as he moved within you with an almost primal intensity. With each thrust came another wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep away any sense of rationality that remained between both of you. “Hah...” He moaned aloud as he felt himself becoming lost in the fire between you two.

You bit your lip and gripped the back of his neck tightly as your nails dug into his flesh and started bleeding. Helel groaned in both pleasure and pain as your nails dug into the back of his neck, fueling the fire that burned within him. His thrusts became more urgent and desperate, matching the intensity of your grip. He gasped and grinned, “You are... enjoying this... aren't you?” His hips moved with a primal rhythm, meeting yours with an unyielding force. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with the symphony of your moans and breathless cries. “Mmn... I'm almost there..” As you continued to tighten around him, Helel could feel his release building within him, becoming an unstoppable force ready to consume them both. With one final deep thrust, he let out a guttural groan and released himself inside you, filling you with his semen. He collapsed beside you on the bed, his chest rising and falling heavily as he regained his breath. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he turned towards you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You feel so good...” he whispered, “My beautiful, Eveningstar.”

Both of you panted heavily as Helel kissed you tenderly, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you close. You both lay there in silence, savouring the moment and the connection you had just shared. You looked at him and smirked, “Tired already?” you asked. Helel's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, his breathing steady. “Tired? Far from it, my love,” he purred, his voice laced with desire. “I am merely catching my breath before I continue to ravish you again.” With a swift and fluid motion, he rolled over, pinning you beneath him once again. His hands traced a path of fire along your body as his lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss. “Prepare yourself, Eveningstar,” he whispered against your lips.

“For I am not done with you yet.” 

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐑.)

a daemon targaryen love story

Every night, when the moon is full and bright, he dreams of the one he calls his light.

disclaimer: daemon is extremely ooc

𝘸𝘤: 723

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Daemon Targaryen, the rogue prince of Westeros was far from pure. He was ruthless, stubborn, arrogant, and most of all, powerful. His blood was equivalent to a dragon, forged from the fiery pits of the seven hells. He was the deliverer of chaos and destruction, and no one was able to tame his savage inferno.

All until one; her.

She was the epitome of ethereal, a beauty so delicate, so pure in a way that she was too perfect for this world— too perfect for him. She was an angel forged of the purest light with hair as bright as the moon, skin as white as snow, and her eyes—

her eyes held magic.

Full of light, full of innocence, full of stars.

Starry eyes that had him hypnotized.

Starry eyes that made him stumble, but it was her smile that made him fall.

Starry eyes that had him vow to do anything in his power to keep their light kindle endlessly. 

She was a blessing from the gods. A wish upon a shooting star. If he could, he would tear the whole world apart just to rebuild it brick by brick to a standard he deemed worthy of her existence. Worthy of her light— worthy of his light; Celethiel.

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Daemon follows the elen wisps through a sprawling forest, letting them guide his way with their light to their keeper. The tall trees towered over him, reaching into the heavens. Their branches weave together a dense canopy, shrouding the forest in shadow and only letting strings of moonlight spill through the gaps, filling the forest with a soft light.

As Daemon enters the clearing, his violet eyes instantly fall upon Celethiel sitting on a stone bench under a white willow tree. She was clad purely in white, and her hair was long and bright; like a moonlight river cascading down her back, casting a glow around her like a magical veil. The sight of her beauty was utterly spellbinding and mesmerizing, and Daemon was enchanted.

“Why do you linger in the shadows, my prince?” Said the enchantress. Her voice was silvery and melodious, like the sound of a fine harp.

“I only linger in the shadows not to hide from you, but to admire the beauty you emit, ñuha ōños.” said Daemon. “For you are a treasure of all treasures worth worshiping.”

A musical chuckle was the response; short and breathy. It filled Daemon with excitement, making him wanting more; more of her sweet melody of a harmonious mixture of grace and elegance.

While his eyes were fixed on her; hers was on the moon, gazing at it with a distant look of tranquility and longing. Daemon envied its fortune, for it had become the object of affections of the one he loved the most. Desiring nothing more than to be in the moon’s place so he can feel the touch of her eyes upon his own face. He walks up to Celethiel, and slowly kneels on the ground in front of her. Gently, he takes her hands in his. His warmth instantly melts the chillness of the night as their fingers interlace together.

“My love?” He said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

“The moon...it's light shines brighter than ever before,” She said. “Mother must be happy.”

“I believe it is you that shines brighter, my love.” He said, his voice filled with tenderness and love. But her eyes have yet to stray away from the moon.

Daemon sighed, feeling defeated by the hold the moon had over his light. He slowly brings her hands up to his cheeks, wanting to feel the softness of her touch. Then his lips met with her smooth and delicate skin, and it felt as if he was kissing the finest silks in all of Arda.

“Celethiel…please…please look at me,” he spoke timidly. “kostilus.” 

Daemon Targaryen, a man known for his arrogance, had willingly turned his pride into sand. A man known for his steel strength is now bent by his passion. Upon his knees, he begs his beloved for her love. His whole world is consumed by the one he desires most; his light.

Then suddenly, as time seemingly to stand still, her gaze has finally met his. And for the first time that night, he saw the stars that graced the night sky.

(𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅.)

a/n: a little story info, celethiel is a valar; daughter of manwë and varda. instead of varda being associated with the stars, she represents the moon. i really hope you guys enjoyed this, and I'm so sorry it's short. i just haven't been getting enough inspiration and motivation to develop a fixed plot. maybe one day i'll come back to add on to this story.

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