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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 years

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daisy, chapter three

A/N: dude... I am unwell after writing this... I am lightheaded. I am screaming. holy fucking shit. I have no words, no words, this is just uunghhhhhh 😵‍💫

summary: the one with the diary incident

warnings: private school!reader, perv!steve, smut, kissing, stealing underwear, male masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of improvised sex toy

word count: 2529

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“…hamate, triquetrum, pisiform, lunate and this last one is called scaphoid,” you said as your finger nervously danced over the root of Steve’s palm, recalling the names of all the bones there because apparently, that had been the most logical thing for your brain to distract you with when handholding turned into a butterfly inducing comparison of yours and his hands, but mostly just you drooling over his, clenching your thighs together every time he tried to aid your inspection by wiggling his fingers or something that would make the prominent veins pop and dance.

“Good to know,” Steve ducked his head down, waiting for you to meet his eyes again. Your sudden waterfall of an anatomy lesson came out of the blue, but he didn’t seem to mind, especially not when you blushed like that. “You are gonna be such a good doctor. Like, I don’t wanna get sick or hurt, but I would give my right arm for you to be my doctor.”

“Oh yeah?” your eyes finally flickered up to meet his, “your right arm?”

His infectious grin almost immediately rubbed off on you, “yeah.”

“That’s quite a sacrifice.”

“What can I say, I love you,” he leaned in and gave your lips a soft peck, “and it would also be super hot,” gently resting his palm on one of your crisscrossed knees, the tips of his fingers played lightly with the bottom of your pastel dress.

The giggle that bubbled out of you didn’t stop him from kissing you. He simply kept it up till your amusement died down and you melted into him completely.

When the phone suddenly started ringing from down the hallway, it took the two of you a surprising amount of time to detach long enough for you to go answer it.

“Hello?” you glanced over your shoulder to where you could still see Steve exactly where you’d abandoned him. Previously just sitting comfortably on the bed, he now fell back dramatically and melted into the mattress.

“Hi honey,” your mother’s voice rang loud and clear in your ear,

“Oh, hey mom!” you fiddle with curly cord, wrapping it around your finger, “what’s up?”

“So, I’m gonna be home a little later than I thought, and you know how the Robinsons asked us to water their plants while they’re away on vacation?”

“Yeah,” you recalled how your mom had been running over to your neighbour's house every day for nearly a week now.

“Well, I forgot to do it this morning, so do you think you could do it for me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Oh, wonderful! Thank you so much,” she cheered, “the key is under the mat, and they’ve hung a pretty specific guide on the fridge.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight, bye.”

Hanging up, you called out before you reached your room again, “hey Steve, I gotta go for a second, okay?”

“What?” he sat up, “why?”

“I just gotta go water the neighbour's plants.”

“Seriously?” his fingers reached for you as soon as you were close enough, “can’t you just do it later?”

“No,” you tried to pry him off of you, “I wanna do it before you and your big, brown, sparkling eyes make me forget.”

Letting go, he leaned back and smirked, “my big sparkling eyes?”

“Just, shut up. I’ll be right back.”

Earlier today, Steve had managed to sneak up and scare you. Tickled your sides till you begged for mercy. Now, it would just be plain dumb if you didn’t take this as an excuse for a little payback.

Sneaking back into the house, you crept your way down the hallway, weary of the creaky floorboards you knew all too well.

You couldn’t wait to see his face. Oh, it had been way too long since you’d given him a good scare, you always had a way of giving your presence away before you could manage to actually scare him. But not this time. This time he wouldn’t see you coming.

Your bedroom door was still ajar, a sliver of light painted the hallway as you snuck up and carefully pushed it open just a tad more to get an inkling of where in the room he was.

There he stood, leaning over your vanity, and completely enthralled in a book that laid there. But there was something else, something that made it impossible for you to move any further. His right arm was moving and, in the reflection, you caught sight of just how far it was jammed down the front of his jeans.

Taking a seat on the small stool, you heard the sound of him tugging down his zipper. Skimming a long finger over the pages, it was now that you recognised what book it was. The bright pink cover was noticeable even from across the room. That was your diary. He was reading your diary. Or, it was pretty clear that he wasn’t just reading it…

A moan filled the room and your felt your nails dig into the wooden door frame. You could still see his face in the mirror. Heavy lids and his mouth hung agape as he reread the same entry over and over again.

Pausing for a moment, he reached over into the hamper to the side and snatched up a pair of dirty panties from the very top of the pile. Weaving his fingers through the cotton, he raised the floral material up to his face and inhaled deeply, letting his eye flutter shut, just for a moment.

“Fuck,” he groaned, lowering the fabric down towards his obscured length and no doubt enveloping his cock in your pretty little underwear, wrapping himself up in your musk and fucking into the closest thing he could find to your cunt.

Within a short amount of time, his vulgar noises became louder, and his face contorted.

And there you still stood, just frozen in place. Throbbing, but frozen. Just watching him regain his breath as you tried to regain your own.

Finally looking up, he discovered you in the reflection, staring back at him.

“Ace, I-… how long have you been standing there?”

Watching as he quickly tugged himself away, you also noticed the attempt at being subtle, hiding the cum covered underwear in his pocket.

You didn’t know what to ask first. Are you reading my diary or did you just cum reading it?

“Is that my diary?” you forced your jelly-like legs to move, stepping into the room.

Turning around in the chair, he faced you, looking like he was ready for you to slap him at any moment, “yes…”

“Did you just-”

“Yeah…”

“Oh…” not trusting your legs, you sat down on the bed, face surely completely crimson by now, “w-why? did me writing about how much I hate my teacher really do it for you?”

“That wasn’t the part I was reading… it, um… it was something about a dream…” his tone sounded searching, hoping that you’d remember, “I was apparently in it.”

“Which one?” you wrote most of your vivid dreams down in that book, “I’ve known you forever, it’s not that unusual for you to pop into one of my dreams…”

“It was dated sometime last month?” he then added as if he was trying to lighten the news, “it was a very nice dream…”

Last month… what dream did you have last month that could possibly have prompted him to do that?

“Oh my god,” it suddenly hit you and your hands shot up to cover your face, “oh my god!” it felt like you had a fever from the way your face was burning up, “I can’t believe you read that!”

“I did,” how could he sound so calm in all of this? Was he smiling? It sounded like he was smiling, “and I really liked it. Obviously.”

“God, I’m so embarrassed…”

The idea of just covering yourself up underneath all of your blankets till he eventually left was sadly crushed when you felt the mattress dip beside you, “If it makes you feel better,” he scooted in a little closer, “need I remind you what you just walked in on me doing? You actually saw me getting off and I just read about you doing it.”

That entry hadn’t just been a description of the relatively tame wet dream you’d had, but also how you hadn’t been able to cum fast enough after waking up from it.

“Yeah, no, that doesn’t really help me right now.”

Feeling his fingers wrap around your wrists, he gently dragged them down. All you could see was him. Just him and his gentle smile.

Relaxing slightly under his gaze, some of the flustered nature still didn’t seem to wanna disappear just yet. Your breathing hadn’t returned to normal yet, and Steve’s fingers tickled slightly against your thighs that were, unbeknownst to you, rubbing together in search of release.

Tugging a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his bold words hit you like a truck, “could you show me?”

“What?”

“Show me how you make yourself cum?” you felt his fingers lightly play with your hair.

“What,” you swallowed hard, “l-like right now?”

“Right here, right now.”

“Really?”

“You saw mine, I wanna see yours.”

“But you read about it,” you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to hinder the growing smirk.

“I know,” he smiled, obviously thinking back to what he had just read about, “but I wanna see it.” It then clicked what it actually was that he was asking you to do and averted his gaze, “I’m sorry… it’s okay if you don’t want to. We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

Taking a moment to truly think about it without his hypnotising gaze fixed upon you, you spoke up softly, “… I want to…”

Looking up at you in slight surprise, “yeah?”

“Yeah…” his lips quickly found yours in a heated kiss. Feeling slightly lightheaded, you twisted your face just enough to squeak out, “but, I don’t know,” fearing that the teaspoon-sized amount of courage you possessed wasn’t enough to get you over the finish line, “it’s just weird with you here…”

“Well,” placing a few more soft pecks upon your blushing skin, slowly making their way down your neck, “maybe I could help you… would you like that?”

“Yes,” you shuttered, practically feeling yourself drip at his offer.

Climbing back behind you, he encouraged your body to lean back against his chest. Letting your eyes flutter closed, you nearly felt drunk in his warm embrace. Running his palms down your arms, he left millions of goosebumps in his wake, till he reached your hands, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Tell me about the dream, ace,” his voice in your ear made you instinctually raise a shoulder up, rubbing the shiver away.

“But you just read about it…” your hips rolled down into the mattress as he started to move your interlocked hands over your skin, quickly locating your boobs.

“Please?” he nipped your neck, “for me?”

“We, um,” your breath was heavy as he set to decorate your neck with lavender marks, “were laying on a couch…”

“Mhm,” his voice vibrated against your skin.

“And we were kissing…”

“Yeah?” he closed his own and therefore making your own hands squeeze your tingly tits.

“And that’s kinda it… we just made out…” you couldn’t help but feel foolish that such a comparatively mild dream had had such great power over you.

“And that was all you needed, huh?” he redirected your right hand down further south, “just a little dream of us kissing and you cream your pretty little panties?” you saw him hook a long finger over yours to hike up your dress.

“I, um…” you watched as both of your hands disappeared under the waistband of your underwear. Your left hand flexed under his own, catching your hard nipple between your fingers.

His hands were glued to yours. He was controlling every single move, but it was still your hands that touched you, not his.

Circling the tips of your fingers over your clit, he pressed down hard. “You just couldn’t stop yourself, could you? If the thought of me simply kissing you makes you do that, then just imagine what you’d do if something more had happened…”

Dipping down to catch some of the abundant arousal that leaked out of you, you almost felt embarrassed about how soaked you were. That show had clearly done more than you’d thought.

“Fuck ace,” you could feel his hard on poking your lower back, “is what you wrote really what happened?” you nodded your head under his chin, “did you really fuck yourself with the handle of your hairbrush?”

It hadn’t been the first time… some days, your mind just wouldn’t quit till you had something remotely phallic in your present and that smooth end often did the trick.

“Y-yeah…”

Practically puppeteering your hand, he made you dip your middle finger down to tickle your buzzing entrance.

“You dirty little girl… fucking yourself with a hairbrush just because you were so desperate for my cock, huh? Is that why you did it? You wanted your best friend to come and fill you up?” he pushed your finger inside, little by little.

Throwing your head back into his chest, your eye caught sight of your reflection in the vanity mirror. Steve’s eyes were transfixed, watching closely over your shoulder at exactly what he did to you. Ogling the way both of your hands moved, entangled underneath your underwear, making the cotton bulge out.

“Yeah, does this feel good? You want more?” you moaned in response, “do you want me to go get your precious little brush?”

“N-no.”

“No? Then what do you want, huh?” he was practically drooling on your neck, “Is it me? Do you want me? You want this?” he slipped his own long finger in beside yours. “Is that what you want, huh?” the way he moved it beside yours produced the lewdest of squelching noises, “does our fingers feel good? Together in your sweet little pussy, baby? Do they feel better than that hairbrush?”

“Yes! Fuck, Steve-” your thighs quivered, and you writhed to try and bury your face.

“That’s it,” he took over most of the movements when the pleasure that his gave you made you forsake your own. Wrenching your left hand free, you clutched onto his forearm, feeling the muscles tense and flex at just how insistent his movements now were. “Good girl, cum on my fingers just like you came on the brush that you tame your hair with every goddamn day.”

Your toes were curling, your whole body was writhing, and he didn’t quit till you were practically screaming.

As he withdrew his hand, he gave your puffy clit one last rub on the way out, making your hips buckle aggressively at the overstimulation.

Kissing your cheek, you saw him look into the mirror, watching your twitching and heaving body closely as he hugged you closer to his own.

“Thank you for the show, ace…”

“No,” you met his eyes in the reflection, “thank you.”

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judgementdaysunshine · 7 months

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Surfing Lessons

Pairing: David Kawena x Fem reader

Description: David teaches you how to surf while at the beach having a day off

"Stand like this" you laugh standing on David's surf board on land, you had a day off from working at the local pet store so you were at the beach with your boyfriend David. You had moved to Hawaii eight months back to care for your aunt who had Multiple Sclerosis, you met david two weeks into you being in town while on a grocery trip for the house smiling at him as he helped you and also at the cute little girl that followed the two of you learning her name was Lilo and she was his friend Nani's little sister and that sometimes when nani would be working or trying to find a job if lilo wasn't at home or school by herself for a bit she would be with her teacher or david which warmed your heart that he not only helped a friend by taking on a big responsibility but also how humble he was and never minded carrying the six year old on his shoulders or hip if they weren't holding hands always stopping to say hi to the three whenever you saw any of them in town while out on errands for the day leading to the two of you to fall for each other and with the help from the sisters surprisingly and mostly from lilo. He had been wanting to teach you how to surf quite a bit so it could be another way for the two of you to spend time together other than walking on the beach, driving around town, watching lilo, or dancing always having a great time together, after a bit of land practice as you called it you were holding onto his waist as he paddles out as a wave begins to form making you a bit nervous carefully and quickly standing and holding onto him as the wave grows bigger and after two minutes of your eyes being closed you open them in awe as you pass through the wave cleanly and not being swept underwater surprising you immensely immediately after the two of you got back on land you grab a spare board he brought and slowly paddle back out as he watches from the beach not able to control the ear to ear smile on his face as he watches you stand and come back out the other end of the wave like the two of you did before cheering as you swim back to shore. After a few more hours of surfing the two of you went back to his house showering the sand and smell of the ocean away and eating dinner watching the sun set and walking back down to the beach watching the moon rise and reflect across the ocean before walking back to his place listening to music on the radio before you fell asleep after laying in bed leaving him smiling as he wraps his arms around you not knowing how he got lucky with not just meeting and knowing you but also that he got to have you in his life in such a special way that he knows that no one else could ever have in his life at all.

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avenging-fandoms · 10 months

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publishing old drafts and finishing a few :)

"A dinner lesson at Rossi's? Sounds fun." Emily smiled and you glanced at Aaron who was reading over a file and look at Spencer.

"You going, pretty boy?" You smile at Spencer and Aaron's eyes immediately landed on you. He hated when you called Spencer that. Aaron wanted every sweet nickname that fell out of your mouth to be towards him. Not Reid, Not Morgan. No one.

"I might." He shrugs and looks at you, a soft smile on your face as you rub his arm. Aaron clenched his jaw and looked down as you looked over at him. You nod at Emily and stand up, heading over to Hotch and sitting across from him, crossing your legs.

"You're near me quite a lot on the plane, you might get people talking, Agent." Aaron spoke lowly.

"Not to fear, Sir." Aaron's dark eyes looked at you. "As the team's liaison, they really don't talk. But they might notice you staring when I talk to other agents."

"When you flirt with other agents."

"Flirt? Sir, it's strictly against the rules for agents to mingle with one another, I wouldn't dare flirt with agents on the team." Aaron's lip curled softly and you smile, standing up and touching his arm subtly as you head to the couch and fall asleep with the top of your head against Derek's thigh.

His arm rested softly on your head as he also fell asleep with his headphones on, your feet hanging off the arm of the couch as you two slept the rest of the way home.

You lean over the counter in your seat with your wine glass in front of you, Hotch standing next to you with Emily on the other side. His hand held on the back of your chair, and it made your head spin every time you turned his way to talk to JJ.

"Sorry I'm late." Spencer walked through the door and you turn in your chair with a smile.

"Pretty boy." You nod and Aaron blocks your view of Spencer a bit with his body as he moves over to talk to Emily, which made you roll your eyes as you turn your head.

Rossi held up his glass and cheers everyone, your glasses clinking together as a full team again. You lock eyes with Hotch and take a sip of your wine, and he knew exactly what wine does to you.

You all sit around the table while eating the delicious food and sipping wine. You were sipping your third glass as music starts to play, making you and Spencer jump.

"Now it's a party!" David exclaims and you all cheer, standing up and heading to his patio. You sway your hips with your girls as you laugh, the wine getting to your head as soon as you started to move.

Derek danced his way over and you placed a hand on his back, letting him join the circle as you two danced with your backs against one another with your head back. You finish your drink and head over to the table for another glass that was tucked in its own room.

"I think you've had enough, Agent." Hotch's voice spoke from above you and roll your eyes. "Do not roll your eyes at me, Agent. You can barely walk in your heels anymore, what makes you want another drink? So you can fall over?"

"So I'm not so uptight like some people."

Aaron made sure everyone was occupied before taking you into the closest room he could find and locked the door, pushing you against the wall as he rubbed his hands roughly down your sides, gripping your ass tightly. "Are you saying I'm uptight, Agent?"

It was pitch black, you could only know where Aaron was by the sound of his voice or huffs he made. Your nails scratch his back under his shirt as you pulled his hips into you. "If the shoe fits.." You breathe against his mouth and kiss him roughly, gripping his hair as you push your hips into his.

"How dare you speak to your Unit Chief like that? I should punish you." His voice was dark, fading as he traveled down to kneel. His large hands push up your dress, hiding his head underneath as he kissed the inside of your thighs.

A light flicked on and he quickly stood up, the both of you panicking. The light turns off and you sigh, but the door swings open. "I knew one day I'd catch you two together, but I never thought it'd be my own house."

"Dave, I want to apologize for-" Aaron started and David held his hand up, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Your secret's safe with me. But with a team full of profilers, I'd be careful, you two." David pointed and you nodded.

"Of course, thank you. We're so sorry." You apologize and David smiles.

"I'll make something up, why don't you two go home. They never question my lies." He winks and you chuckle, thanking him and apologizing as you walk past him. Him and Aaron chat for a bit and he follows you to the car shortly after you grabbed your bag.

Aaron shut the door and kissed you roughly as soon as it slammed. "I cannot wait to take you home." He growled as he pushed your head back with his thumb, kissing your neck.

"Then put the keys in, sir. Can't get anywhere without them." You sit back in your seat and he starts the car, holding the inside of your thigh as he drove. "Mine or yours?"

"Yours. All the fun things are over there."

"My handcuffs are in my car."

Hotch reaches in his backseat and holds his in his palm and you laugh. "I love watching your fingers desperately move behind your back to try and touch me, I always have a backup."

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cavillsbitch · 1 year

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May I please request Hotch x Fem!Reader where the reader has a secret talent for dancing and he walks in on her dancing seductively?

omg please i forgot about this request, but i have a cute idea soooo yesss here it is!! i listened to the song that i titled it after by Michael Bublé and Nelly Furtado as I wrote!! this is the song i envisioned reader dancing too as you will read. i’m sure there will be errors, this was a quick write and post. enjoy!!!

Quando, Quando, Quando

The morning sun was warming the air in the bedroom as you sorted through some now clean clothes from the laundry basket. You’d decided that since you’d been woken up by Aaron getting up to run, you’d make the most of the time you’d had so early.

This was the second night this week now that you’d shared a bed with Aaron, and things were still up in the air. You’d had a mutual understanding that this would be kept on the down low for the time being, but you weren’t quite sure what was going on in his head when it came to your relationship. Oddly, you’d been content just spending a few hours together, especially since much of that time when they two of you were awake was spent getting to know each-other much more intimately. That was enough for you, for the time being.

Luckily he’d had his go bag with him with a few extra pairs of clothing, including some he would wear to go for a run. He decided to leave around 5:30, and it was now almost 6. Clad in only Aaron’s Mary Baldwin t-shirt and a very skimpy pair of lacy panties, you decided to fold laundry until he came back. Putting on one of your favorite easy listening playlists, the sweet voice of Michael Bublé filled your room from your bluetooth speaker as you hummed along to the song, “Tell me, when will you be mine? Tell me quando, quando, quando…”

You’d always loved to dance, taking classes and lessons growing up, and you hadn’t danced anywhere besides weddings and bars since. However, you were one of the best dancers in your studio growing up, and every time you danced, you felt that nothing had changed. The salsa-style song made you involuntarily start swaying as you folded a few pairs of jeans.

Unfortunately for you, you hadn’t heard the front door of the apartment open and close as Aaron returned, probably because he was trying to be quiet in case you’d decided to go back to sleep. As he shrugged off his windbreaker, he heard the softness of music coming from your room, and furrowed his brow in curiosity as he quietly made his way toward it.

You’d began to give into the rhythm, especially since you (thought you) were alone dancing in your underwear. You hummed lightly as you swayed your hips very seductively in wide, slow motions. The song even repeated, and you let it go… you were definitely feeling yourself for a moment. You may as well enjoy it.

What you didn’t realize was that Aaron had made his way to your doorway, and was completely and totally mesmerized watching you dance. Not only were you very good, but he was a bit distracted by the fact that he could see glimpses of your almost-bare butt as you moved so sexily back and forth… and you were in his t-shirt.

After about a minute of watching, he decided to make himself known by clearing his throat. You’d gasped and dropped the shirt you were putting on a hanger onto the floor, jumping to face the door. Immediately upon facing Aaron and seeing the amused look on his face, your own face turned bright red, “Aaron! Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.”

He smiled, still leaning on your door frame, “Sorry, I felt a little bit guilty for how much I was enjoying what I was watching just now.”

You felt embarrassed, but also a little bit turned on thinking about Aaron watching you move like you just were. Moving toward him now and bracing your hands on his under armor shirt, you asked as the music still played, “Like what you see, Hotchner?”

You felt his cool hand come beneath the round of your ass as you leaned into him, “Probably a little too much, yeah. I had um… I had no idea you were so talented.”

You knew he was turned on by the husk in his tone, but also you knew he was being honest by the look in his eye. You truly were flattered, you hadn’t really let anyone know you loved to dance or that you even did it growing up. With his hand still on your bum, you began moving ever-so slightly to the music, “You know, I could teach you a thing or two if you’d like.”

He chucked and stood up from the door frame, letting his other hand fall to your waist as you moved, “Quando, quando, quando?”

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tomriddleslove · 7 days

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hey hey, hope you enjoy your break!

thank you for doing this little game

So I’m 5’6, I have dark hair that frames my face and dark almond eyes. I’m someone who is very very ambitious and if I set my mind to something I will make it happen no matter what, I also love very deeply. I love loving someone aha. I’m also a big reader, always surrounded by books and I love listening to music. I’m a slytherin!

This one popped out at me so call it fate or whatever, i think you two match perfectly.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy.

The Draco Malfoy, who got sorted into slytherin before the sorting hat could even touch his head. A true slytherin through and through, what more would he want from a partner than someone who is ambitious?

He has high expectations of himself and needs someone who can respect that, if not push him further towards them. You were that person, and it was essentially a sone deal for them.

Now I also think Draco would be a sucker for almond shaped eyes, and he would make a corny poetic comment about it when you first started dating.

I think he’s quite a gentleman. He didn’t court you per say, but he did make his intentions clear and take you out for dates. Buy you flowers, the whole spiel.

Realistically I think he wants someone who enjoys the lifestyle he lives. Rather grandiose. Someone who accepts being spoiled.

BUT

We forget that all Draco wanted was a normal (high society) teenage life.

He loved reading. Adored it. That’s all he could really do at the Manor. Much to his fathers disapproval, he knew all the classics. From Homer, to Dostoevsky. He read the poets, and the philosophers. He loved reading and only fell in love with you more when he found out you read too.

That’s often what the two of you did together, reading silently in eachothers presence.

QUALITY TIME.

He loves being around you, doing anything. Revising, sleeping. It’s tenfold better now that you’re here with him.

He doesn’t really like music much, especially not after being forced into pianoforte lessons by his parents.

But, when he hears you hum along to your music, it’s the most beautiful sound, and he swears he could listen to ur for days on end.

It became more official when he asked you to come home with him during the Christmas Holidays, so you couldn’t meet his mother. Draco loves his mother dearly, and her seal of approval was a make or break for him.

That day you turned up, dressed elegantly with a gift for her. You wooed get over immediately, clearly having put in the effort yet still so undeniably you.

It’s not that you were trying to be someone you weren’t, but you knew the right side of yourself to present. Needless to say, Narcissa was immediately planning your future with Draco.

On the last day of you staying with him, you convince him to sneak out of the manor. You grab his hands, and the two of you cannot help but feel exhilarated as you sneak through the corridors, sprinting down the halls. You made him feel normal. He felt alive with you, like he was just a student with no worries but exams and relationships.

You danced in the rain that night, to the melody of your haphazard singing. The memory is forever engrained into Draco’s head. It’s what he thinks of the first time he successfully casts a patronus.

Draco is a very complex boy. He’s scared, he doesn’t know how to deal with emotions. He’s temperamental, and he gets angry. He thought that would drive you away, that it would make you leave him.

But you love. Deeply. You stuck by him through everything. When he needed to get away, you were ready to leave without second thought. When he needed someone to defend him, you were there without a doubt. When he needed to cry, you held him. The only things that mattered to you was him, as was the same for him. Nothing, and no one mattered, if you were involved.

The battle of Hogwarts was hell for him. He couldn’t cope not seeing you for seconds. He only prayed by putting himself forward first he could delay you from doing anything.

After it all finished, he immediately proposed. Not a whole on one knee thing. Rather, he grabs your face, kisses you, and gives you the ring he’s been carrying with him for a year now. Nearly loosing you made him realise he cannot wait any longer without letting you know how much you mean to him.

“Marry me. In 1 year. 3 years, even 10. Whenever, just marry me.” He breathes out, forehead pressed against yours.

It’s never a question of “would he kill for you?”. Rather, it’s “Who am i going to kill for you.”

Additional: His favourite thing to do is lay on top of you and complain about everyone as you massage his scalp. He doesn’t need heaven, it’s right in front of him.

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hyacinthoideshispanica · 9 months

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An idea for a Nessian au.

Nesta is a world-renowned prima ballerina who is being stalked by Tomas Mandray, an abusive ex-boyfriend who's turned obsessive. In her free time, she reads and takes self-defense lessons with her friends Gwyn and Emerie.

One night, she gets home and finds her door kicked in and a very vulgar/threatening note from Tomas beside a bouquet of fresh roses on the table.

For her safety, Rhys and Feyre set her up at their more remote house built into the side of a mountain, and Rhys also hires two of his friends, Cassian and Azriel, to be her bodyguards.

Cassian and Nesta obviously do not get along. Cassian tells her she needs to stop dancing for a bit as it draws too much attention, and Nesta refuses, making them take her to the studio every single day.

"I can't believe she's making us come here every day. Doesn't she realize how dangerous it is? He could be watching her right now!"

"I think it shows how brave she is. I mean, yes, she's scared, but she's also refusing to let him control her life.

"....Fine, I'll admit she's brave for going on with her life as normally as possible, but it's still really stupid that she's making us stand out in the hall like this. How are we supposed to protect her if we can't even see her?"

"Well, what did you expect, Cassian? After you spent the last two classes glaring daggers at Eris and making the entire room feel uncomfortable, I'm surprised she let you come along at all."

"Eris... I don't trust that guy. Don't like the look of him."

"You don't like the look of him, or you don't like the way he looks at her?"

"What's that supposed to mean, Az?"

"He's her dance partner, Cassian. It's perfectly natural that they have a certain level of chemistry, and if we were guarding any other woman, you'd be more than capable of making the distinction between a dance partner and an actual threat. When it comes to Nesta Archeron, you let your personal feelings get in the way and that can be dangerous..."

One night at the house, Cassian can't sleep and goes to the home gym but finds Nesta already there, warming up.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine. You?"

"I'm good, I just couldn't sleep."

"So, what? You figured a workout would help?"

"Well, I usually go for a drive, but I can't leave you."

"I don't need you to babysit me. I don't even know why Rhys hired you, I can take care of myself."

Cassian challenges her to a sparing match to test her self-defense technique, and a whole lot of tension happens. He tells her she has promise, but he can train her to be better.

A few months go by, and Nesta is preparing to dance the lead role in an upcoming performance. Cassian and Azriel are teaching her how to handle weapons, and she and Cassian have also started sleeping together.

The performance is only a day away, and Nesta is in her dressing room when a bouquet of roses gets delivered. There's been no sign of Tomas since he broke into her house months ago, so she thinks the flowers are from Cassian until she sees the note that's attached.

"I can't wait for tomorrow night. Love, Tomas."

She drops the vase, glass and water spilling everywhere, and Cassian and Azriel rush in. They immediately take her back to the house, and Cassian tells her she's not leaving again until they find Tomas. Nesta is furious, the performance is tomorrow, she can't just quit.

"Maybe we should let her dance, Cassian. I mean, if she's there, he will be too. It'd be easier to catch him that way."

"No! There's no way in hell we're using her as bait!"

"I agree with Azriel. I made a commitment to the company-"

"And I made a commitment to keep you safe!"

"I have dedicated my life to dancing, Cassian! I refuse to sacrifice that because of him!

"If you go on that stage tomorrow, you'll be risking your life!"

"And if I don't, I'll be risking my career! My passion!"

"I'd much rather my girlfriend lose her career than her life!"

Nesta stares at him for a moment, stunned that he called her his girlfriend, and then her eyes go cold.

"Let me make something perfectly clear to you, Cassian. I am not your girlfriend. I'm fucking you, I'm not with you. You can't tell me what to do!"

The next night, Nesta takes the stage, and Cassian and Azriel watch from the wings. Nesta hasn't spoken a word to Cassian since the previous night, and he's upset but also can't take his eyes off her. He's completely mesmerized by her. After the performance, Azriel goes to check the perimeter again and give Cassian a chance to talk to Nesta alone, but when Nesta sees him, she turns in the other direction and finds Gwyn and Emerie waiting for her with flowers.

Cassian decides to give her a moment alone with her friends, but Nesta uses that as an opportunity to sneak away. The girls celebrate by stopping by a late night cafe, buying all the cakes and pastries they can carry and driving a few hours away to Emerie's cabin for the weekend.

Cassian and Azriel are losing their minds trying to figure out where Nesta went, but then Cassian gets a text from a blocked number that shows a picture of Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie gagged and bound.

"If you really cared about her like I do, you never would have let her out of your sight."

Tomas followed the girls to Emerie's cabin and is now holding them hostage.

"I wanted to sweep you off your feet directly after your performance, but those two guard dogs got in the way. It all worked out, though, just as I knew it would. We were always meant to be together, Nesta."

Nesta starts cussing him out as best she can with the gag still in place. And Tomas starts laughing.

"Now don't start that up, Nesta. You'll give your friends the wrong impression of us."

He leans down and removes the gag long enough to kiss her, and she bits his lip so bad he starts bleeding. Tomas, completely unconcerned, makes a comment about how he's always loved her fire. Then says he has to go into town for a bit for extra supplies since he didn't plan on he and Nesta entertaining guests so soon.

As soon as he's gone, Gwyn jumps up, free of her restraints. This entire time, she's been slowly working herself free with a knife she always has on hand, and she immediately cuts the other girls loose.

"We have to get out of here."

"How? He took the car and our phones."

"We could walk to the town, but it's two hours away by car and even longer on foot. He'd probably find us before we got anywhere safe."

"My family's owned this cabin my entire life, I feel comfortable enough in the woods that I think we could hide out there for a while."

"OK. The woods, then. We'll be safe there until Cassian can find us."

The girls hide out in the forest for a day or two. In that time, Tomas started hunting them, and Cassian and Azriel have tracked the location from the blocked number so they show up and also take to the woods.

Gwyn hurts her leg, and Tomas is nearby.

"Oh, Nesta! Come on out, sweetheart! You know we're supposed to be together, so stop fighting it!

Nesta realizes they won't get away before he finds them, so she urges Emerie and Gwyn to go without her.

"We're not leaving you alone! That guy's psycho!"

Nesta continues to push them to leave, saying Gwyn needs a doctor and that as long as she's with them, Tomas won't stop.

"It's me he wants. You two go, get to safety. Find Cassian. I'll hold him off in the meantime."

They agree, and Gwyn hands Nesta her small knife before she and Emerie shuffle off into the trees.

Nesta waits in a nearby clearing, knife in hand, waiting for Tomas to show himself.

"I found you."

Meanwhile, Emerie and Gwyn are rushing back to the cabin as fast as they can and run into Azriel and Cassian. They explain where Nesta is in the woods and that Tomas wasn't far behind. Cassian bolts into the trees, and Azriel checks on the girls.

"...it doesn't seem like the bone is broken."

"Great! Now let's go help Nesta."

"You can barely walk."

"You and Emerie will help me. Besides, I don't need a working leg in order to punch that creep right in his creepy face!"

Cassian is running through the trees like his life depends on it, while Nesta stares down Tomas, who is circling around her like a hunting predator.

"If you touch me, I'll castrate you and shove your pathetic excuse for a dick down your throat."

"Oh, Nesta, always teasing. You know you won't do anything to me, sweetheart, you love me too much."

"I don't love you, Tomas. I never did, and I never will!"

Tomas hesitates, his eyes, previously filled with deranged affection, flash with deadly rage.

"And who do you love Nesta? That pathetic guard dog you've been screwing?"

He takes a step towards her, and she raises the knife.

"Take another step, and I will kill you."

Tomas laughs mockingly, "Do you really think that you, a sweet little ballerina, can actually hurt me?"

"Yes. Because my boyfriend taught me well."

Nesta lunges forward and stabs Tomas in the stomach right as Cassian comes bursting through the trees and screams her name.

They run to each other

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, but Emerie and Gwyn are-"

"We're right here!"

Gwyn comes through the trees a moment later being supported on each side by Azriel and Emerie.

"What are you doing? I told you to run."

"We did run. And then we came back."

Nesta wraps her arms around herself, the shock and stress of everything finally getting to her. Cassian puts an arm around her, drawing her close, and suggests they head back to the cabin. Once their there, the girls shower, eat, and rest, then Azriel drives Gwyn into town to see a doctor. Once they return to the cabin, an ambulance is called for Tomas.

Tomas is sent to the hospital under police supervision, but it's very unlikely he'll survive considering his stab wound was left unattended for a few hours and may be infected due to someone, Emerie and Gwyn, poking it repeatedly with muddy sticks.

Azriel, Emerie, and Gwyn are asleep, but Cassian and Nesta have stayed up and are talking in front of the fire.

"You were incredibly brave today, Nesta. I'm just sorry he ever got that close to you."

"It's not your fault, Cassian. You tried to keep me home, and I wouldn't listen. Then, at the show, I snuck away and-"

"It's not your fault either. No one is to blame but him, and he's never going to bother you ever again. You made sure of that."

"Thank you, by the way, for teaching me how to wield a knife."

"You're welcome.... So, your boyfriend taught you well?"

"Shut up, Cass."

"Make me, Nes."

They kiss.

As always, if anyone wants to use this as a prompt, please feel free. I don't have the talent to write out an actual fic.

#acotar #nesta and cassian #nesta archeron #Cassian #nessian #nessian au #fic prompt

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seancekitsch · 2 years

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forehead kisses but it's the male being kissed on the forehead

dancing together, one of them takes the other’s hand, kisses it with klaus hargreeves? :3

sorry this took so long aaaaaaahhhhh

You weren’t one to cry at weddings, really you weren’t. All it took, apparently, was seeing Sloane so happy. That’s what made you cry. You loved your sister, but there was always this quiet sadness to her, something you couldn’t quite name or place but you knew of it. Luther seemed to scare that away from her; her smiles more genuine, her laugh bigger.

You wiped your tear quickly, hoping no one noticed.

“Can’t help but see you get all weepy out there. What, my officiating skills too impressive?” Klaus teases as he approaches where you’re seated with your little shrimp cocktail.

“Yeah, made me cry how ill-prepared you were,” you shoot back, all joking.

He throws his hand against his heart and pouts, before reaching his hand out to you.

“What?” is all you can ask.

“What, what? Come dance,” he beckons.

“I don’t dance.”

“You will with me,” he says like it’s final, like he knows you’ll say yes.

You begrudgingly place your hand in his, and try not to shiver at the contact. He makes it no easier by placing a wet kiss to your knuckles, the same ones that punched him only a few days ago. How funny, how quickly things change.

One slow dance leads into two, and then two fast dances. Klaus is right, you do dance with him. He swings you around easily, making up steps as he goes and there’s a fluidity to how you keep up and match him along the way. It’s like when you were young and Ben would spin you around the living room or that summer you and Marcus took swing dancing lessons, only better. This time the steps didn’t feel clunky or misplaced, you didn’t feel like you were fucking things up.

Klaus is all smiles and limbs, pulling you into these moves with ease. He’s different, you conclude, than anyone you’d ever met in the best way possible. You’re hoping somehow that at the end of it all, you and Klaus get to have one last laugh together. Shame, that Kugelblitz and all.

“You look tired, I wear you out that much, partner?” his eyebrows wiggle as he asks, a low ball innuendo but you let it slide because you can tell the wine is going to his brain.

You nod, now being the one to lead him somewhere. His grip on your hand is loose, but he stays connected with you as you get back to your seat. He only pulls his hand away to adjust his chair as close as possible to yours. Klaus leans against you, his grasp of personal space being tenuous at best when sober, but you welcome his intrusion. He grabs another champagne flute from a waiter that walks by and hands it immediately to you.

“Thanks, Bub.”

He laughs and points across the dance floor, at Five jumping wildly to the music, narrowly missing Viktor and Diego as he does so.

“That little man is so confused,” you chuckle, and he nods against your shoulder. You fall into a comfortable silence, just people watching both of your families as they finally sort of got along. Maybe the end of the universe wouldn’t be so bad if you could just go out like this.

“Hey Klaus?” you break the quiet moment. He only hums in response.

“Nothing,” anything you wanted to say dying in your throat.

Instead, you turn your head slightly, and press a champagne tinted kiss to his forehead. You hand finds his knee, the plush velvet of his suit against your calloused palm.

There’s nothing else to say.

#klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves imagine

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short-black-diamond · 7 months

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*flip* I had a thought

For the tged genderbend thingy, could you imagine the King(queen) and Lydia dancing like a ballroom together to THE MASOCHISM TANGO😮😮😮😮(Why that song? Because why not it's fancy)

DO YOU SEE MY VISION??

- 🍰nom

Extra note: make sure to relax once in a while 🫶

🍰nom what are you doing to me...!? I just listened to it yesterday and I'm in love!

ALSO I HOPE I SEE YOUR VISION AS WELL, IF NOT THEN YOU CAN KILL ME BECAUSE I DON'T WANNA DISSAPPOINT YOU AGAIN HUHEHEHEEEEE *cries*

also let's put in some tension because why not :}

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Masochism Tango~!

Lydia couldn't believe her endless strand which was the symbol of the opposite of luck.

How could she sink this far? Always...always, always, always...!, when she thought she could take a rest, the king had to ask her something, making her do it, then leaving her alone to the point where Lydia thinks she's finally free from his orders until it all begins from the top.

Tonight was no different.

Tonight, the king himself sent Lydia a letter, and although it was written poetically and in the most beautiful cursive Lydia had ever read, she still had her doubts.

What if it was a trap? It couldn't be just a simple ballroom invitation!

...

It was just an invitation. Nothing more.

Lydia got dressed up by her parents, with Jaqueline having made herself dolled up as well as they both were put into a carriage to go to the castle.

Lydia was dying on the inside as she was going from people to people who demanded her attention. On one side, it was good that she could at least make contracts with gullible rich snobs which would only bring her profit, but that was just about it...

...until...

"Lady Frontera.", the smooth and deep voice of the king called softly, demanding her immediate attention.

Lydia turned around. "Good evening, my king.", she spoke gracefully, while bowing down politely.

"I see you've taken my invitation to heart and graced us all with your presence. I'm glad you did.", the king answered, smiling down at her as his handsome face got framed perfectly by his fire-like red locks.

Lydia, trying to be humble as ever, giggled as she held a hand in front of her mouth. "Oh, no no. You have graced us all! It's not everyday that the kind himself holds a ball, so-"

"Dance with me."

Lydia looked at the king. She smiled. "P-pardon?"

"Dance with me...please.", the king asked softly, taking Lydia's hand in his. Lydia felt betrayed.

Betrayed that the king had the guts to even ask her for a dance when he was using her to his liking like a chess piece every other day to handle impossible business with ease.

And...

...b-betrayed...that her heart was beating faster all of a sudden. Lydia also couldn't explain the sudden rise in her body temperature as she stared at the king who offered her a charming but... insecure smile.

"I-I...accept.", she answered, but she didn't think. It was...as if her heart...was speaking? How could that even be possible?

And what else could she have done? Who knows what might've happened if she declined his offer? She gulped as he lead her to the dancefloor.

And as if on cue, a new song began, but she was surprised that she knew the song. 'Masochism Tango??? How is that even possi- Oh...the book is relatively new, so of course there'd be some scenes which hold canon events of the real world in it...BUT STILL!?!??!'

The female Frontera thought she might die from the headache she was receiving. However, she quickly came to her senses which went to overdrive as the king placed one gloved hand on the small of her back, while the other one held one of hers.

His hand was so much larger than hers...she blushed and closed her eyes. The king took the first step back as lydia followed, her eyes still closed as she danced to the tango steps surprisingly well.

'Ah, yes...the book-Lydia took dance lessons...', Kim Suho thought as she danced in Lydia's body with the king.

The king himself found himself in quite a dilemma. The woman he was dancing with had her eyes closed, which could only be interpreted as discomfort. The king frowned sadly, although it was barely visible for the public's eye.

"Lady Frontera...do you not enjoy the dance?", the man asked, his red eyebrows going down in concern as he watched her open her eyes in panic.

Lydia blushed as she looked at him. "N-no! Not at all! I-I'm just---not used to dance in front of so many people, please forgive me-"

Her breath got caught in her throat when she realised the position she was in. She was standing on one leg, the other one high in the air, and her upper body was down as her head hung upside down.

It was a compromising position, a dangerous one even. Lydia's eyes were wide open as she saw the world upside down for a moment before the king pulled her up to stand normally.

"You...don't have to ask for forgiveness, lady Frontera.", the royal spoke softly as he looked down on her and danced with her around the place, twirling and holding her close to him.

"But...I-I still feel like I should...!", the brown haired girl said in a trance. She thought back on how much of a bizarre position she was in a few moments before. 'He could've killed me! He could've broken my back just like that!'

"Lydia...may I ask you a favor?", the king asked, and in that exact moment, the hand which was holding her hand now rested on her thigh which landed on his hip as he leaned forward and stared deeply into her eyes with his blue ones.

Lydia gulped with a blush as she shyly but also shamelessly took in his attractive facial features and his warm hands on her body.

"Wh-what is it...my lord?"

"Please don't take your eyes off me.", he spoke, leaning forward a little more and Lydia's irises shook as she looked at the left and right eye of the king.

"Yes...o-of course...!", she breathed, feeling helpless. Now, she didn't think about any inconveniences as she just...lived the moment. Keeping true to her word, she never let her eyes travel anywhere else except the royal's face.

The king himself was at peace now. He also enjoyed the young woman's gaze on him more than he'd like to admit.

He relished in the fact that he could order her to do things he wanted her to do, but this time felt different.

This time, as he was hugging her frame and spinning her around, he didn't feel like he was forcing her to do anything. She looked like she gave herself to him in that dance.

As if to say; "here, I'm all yours."

And the king allowed himself to be selfish for once. He sped up a little as he hugged her a little tighter to him and lead her through the dancers without a single mishap, feeling as if he was getting stronger when he felt his dance partner's eyes on him as he danced ahead.

the song ended too quickly. He regretted not telling the orchestre to keep playing. he regretted having to let go of Lydia's hand-

a gentle squeeze.

His eyes widened slightly as he looked at her in slight shock, his cheeks getting warm. "Lady Frontera-" "I enjoyed the dance."

He gulped. he frowned a little. "Are you sure? you don't have to feel obligated to be formal, you know?"

"I'm telling you, my king...I enjoyed the dance very much. Thank you for inviting me here and asking for a dance. I hadn't have this much fun in ages.", the woman spoke as she looked at the king fondly.

The king nodded. Once, then twice. "I'm glad you did."

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And we'll stop here! Thank you for reading this!

I hope it was okay for you, my precious cake!!

Read you in my next post!!

-your diamond <3

#tged x reader #the greatest estate developer #the greatest estate developer x reader #thed x you #lloyd x you #lloyd frontera #lloyd x reader #lloyd frontera x reader #javier x reader #javier asrahan x reader #arosh x reader #tged x female reader #i love you 🍰nom #🍰nom #🍰anon

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choicesfrog · 9 months

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The Royal Romance (OC)

Name: Eloise Park

Age: 24

Pronouns: She/Her

LI: Hana

Hobbies: Dancing, Reading, Playing Piano, Painting

Eloise is the sixth child of the Park clan. Though she’s somewhat of a middle child, she definitely wasn’t lost in the shuffle. Similar in personality, temperament, as well as having similar interests to her grandparent and one of her mothers, she was doted on as much as if she were a youngest child.

Eloise is prim, proper, and loves all things pretty. As a child, she was probably a bit overdressed for school, but she loves wearing fancy dresses. She’s also a voracious reader and learned to read at age four. She started piano and dance lessons not too long after. When she was in high school, she began taking ballroom dancing lessons.

Eloise also learned a lot of proper royal etiquette from her grandparent. While not born into nobility themself, they did grow up as a member of a wealthy British family before coming to America. In a lot of ways, Eloise was more prepared to be part of the social season than her friend Elaine. In fact she ended up helping Elaine out when she could (so that job wouldn’t fall solely on Hana).

Instead, she ended up following her to Cordonia because to Eloise the whole premise of her supposedly meeting a prince and a random noble offering to sponsor her seemed super sketchy, and she wanted to make sure her friend wasn’t getting into something more dangerous.

Due to her grandparent’s family having a long history and being widely spread through both Europe and the states, Eloise claimed to be a part of that family, and it was enough to allow her to travel along with the rest of the nobles. Of course Elaine, Liam, Hana, Maxwell, and Drake knew the truth, but they promised not reveal her secret. She was very upfront with all of them. She was also quite upfront about not trying to win Liam’s hand. As a lesbian, she had no interest.

Eloise was not a fan of most of the other ladies at court, especially after what happened at the coronation, and though they knew of her dislike of them, she maintained a civil and polite relationship in public. In private, she avoided them. Out of everyone, she really only respected and got along with Kiara. She admires Kiara’s ambition. Eloise also knows French, and she and Kiara had a bit of fun having conversations in it when they wanted to speak in private. Eloise is wary of Olivia, and outright disgusted by Madeleine’s treatment of Hana. She was indifferent towards Penelope until she learned that she was part of the plot against Elaine.

What Eloise didn’t expect was to fall in love during her time in Cordonia. She was immediately attracted to Hana, but she wasn’t sure if Hana felt the same way. She also knew all the pressure Hana was under from her parents to win Liam’s hand, so she decided not to push things and was happy to befriend her.

Eloise also was able to quickly figure out that there was a lot more to how Hana’s parents treated her than she was letting on. The isolation, the abuse, being forced to earn their affection all reminded her of how her grandfather described his upbringing before he was disowned from his family. Eloise wanted to help Hana to get out of her bad situation, but she also knew it wasn’t easy. She just let Hana know she was there for her if she wanted to vent, cry, or just escape her problems for a while. While she was glad Elaine encouraged Hana to stand up to her parents, she also knew that could make abusive situations worse.

Spending time with Hana, she realized they had a lot in common. Both had a love of reading, flowers, and playing the piano. At Olivia’s estate after Hana played for her, Eloise played a song for Hana. The two of them spent the rest of the night laughing and playing together. They became very close during the social season and spent time swapping book recommendations, talking about music, watching shows together (there was so much Hana had never seen, and Eloise was the one who showed her some of the dance movies/competition shows she mentioned studying when she had her dance battle with Maxwell). They talked about their hopes and dreams and everything in between.

There were little romantic moments shared between the two. Some handholding, gentle reassuring touches here and there, and they even waltzed together a few times. Nothing had progressed very far until Hana was forced to leave at the end of the season. After sharing their first kiss together, and having such a heartfelt confession of their feelings, Eloise was determined she’d see Hana again. She almost flew to Shanghai, afraid that Hana’s parents wouldn’t let her come back to be one of Madeleine’s ladies in waiting.

The two continued to grow closer and spent even more time together during the engagement tour. Eloise became very protective towards Hana and kept a close eye on her, especially after Madeleine admitted to wanting to “break her” (Eloise came very close to slapping her to wipe that smirk off her face), and after Hana’s falling out with her father. She spent time with Hana trying to find a place for her to stay and helping her think about what she truly wanted from life.

Hana and Eloise both decided to move to Castelsarreillan and eventually moved in together. The two became engaged during the Unity Tour and were married about a year later. Hana and Eloise meet with Kiara often since they live nearby, and travel to the capital to see their friends there. They sometimes go to visit Eloise’s family, and sometimes her family comes to them. Hana still has a very rocky relationship with her parents, and she’s taking the time to heal. She occasionally will call or visit her father, but it’s on her terms. Hana isn’t quite sure if her relationship with her mother is something she wants to continue.

Hana and Eloise enjoy a happy and quiet life, Hana working at a library and Eloise teaching dance lessons to children. They both also teach piano on the side. They plan on having at least two children, as they each want to experience pregnancy, but they could expand their family beyond that.

A few more random facts:

Hana was Eloise’s first everything. She was really glad she didn’t have to say anything about her first kiss because she hadn’t had one yet. Though Eloise had several crushes growing up, she never acted on her feelings.

Since Eloise grew up with several other lgbtq+ family and friends and lived in a generally very accepting community, she came to terms with and became comfortable with her sexuality pretty early on. Once Hana felt more comfortable admitting she was also interested in women (I headcannon her as bisexual), Eloise was there to support her and answer any questions she might have.

The night of the coronation, Eloise painted a portrait of Hana as something to remember her by during their time apart.

Like most of her family, Eloise is a big cat person.

Eloise can speak English, Spanish, French, and also knows a little bit of Latin.

On rainy days, Eloise and Hana like to snuggle together under a blanket and read.

Eloise’s family was very worried about her with everything that happened in Cordonia, but since she’s rather stubborn, she insisted on staying to help her friends. That didn’t keep them from calling her daily to check on her.

#the royal romance #character profile #c: eloise #hana x eloise #this one got a bit out of hand because I wanted to start including all the moments I’d rewrite from trr #and the moments I’d give to hana and Eloise #instead of hana and Elaine (my mc and Liam li)#I also feel like I still left some stuff out #another one I could ramble for days about #almost tempted to have an oc for Kiara because I love her

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thevioletcaptain · 1 year

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Tarot Time II: The Reckoning

Or; My Nice and Accurate SPNWin Tarot Shenanigans

So if you were following me last September, you might remember the day that I was overcome with a sudden urge to do a tarot reading for season one of The Winchesters. Given that I think it's always a good idea to listen to random bolts of inspiration, no matter how far out of left field they've come, I immediately shuffled my cards and got to work.

I pulled fourteen cards in total — one for each episode, and one for the season as a whole — and made an attempt at predicting the story direction and details based on what I saw. While my more specific interpretations weren't all winners, the baseline meaning of each card has turned out to be shockingly accurate and relevant.

My original post and the follow ups can be found here and here, but you can find a breakdown under the cut, followed by the new three card spread I did tonight... this got long.

First, here are all the cards I turned over for that initial spread, along with their base meanings, and how each card ultimately connected with the episode it was pulled for.

1.01 Pilot — Ace of Swords The pursuit of truth and the action of taking control. Both of these things describe Dean's role as narrator and the active role he's taken in his own story by delivering the letter, as well as John and Mary actively seeking answers. 1.02 Teach Your Children Well — The Hermit Striking out alone, stepping away to find a clearer perspective without outside influence, and seeking or gaining independence. The major theme of this episode as laid out by Dean's narration is the importance of breaking free from your parents expectations and living your life on your own terms, while still taking on the lessons they taught you. 1.03 You're Lost Little Girl — The World (reversed) Being stuck in place, being unable to move forward until you’re ready to take responsibility and free yourself from what binds you. This describes (quite literally) Mary's encounter with the Bori Baba, & turned out to be the key to freeing herself from the trap. 1.04 Masters of War — Six of Swords Moving on after a loss, picking up the pieces and accepting support, and trusting the onward journey. This episode was largely centered around John's PTSD and his feelings of guilt and grief relating to his friend who was killed in action, and a major aspect of this was all of his friends and family (and the staff at the hospital) trying to offer him support. 1.05 Legend of a Mind — Two of Cups Healing damaged relationships, forming deeper bonds. The heart of this episode was all about repairing the broken relationship between Ada and her son Tony. 1.06 Art of Dying — Three of Cups Reunions, friendship and support when it’s most needed, the harvest, things coming to fruition. We saw Mary reunite with Tracy, Tracy reunite (unhappily) with Mac, John struggling and being offered support from all of his friends, and Tracy having to reap what was sown through a past betrayal. 1.07 Reflections — Nine of Pentacles Unfulfilling abundance, dissatisfaction, the certainty that something is missing despite appearances. This episode sees the core four get a lot of things they've been searching for — Henry, power for the Ostium, more information on the Akrida. But none of it is enough. Henry disappears after a few minutes & John doesn't get the time he needed. The Ostium doesn't have enough power to absorb all the Akrida. They find out they're missing information about the queen. 1.08 Hang on to Your Life — Seven of Cups Uncertainty when presented with seemingly clear choices, looking for flaws before moving forward. Samuel catching the flaws in Loki's tricks. Carlos finding the loophole in the deal. 1.09 Cast Your Fate to the Wind — Eight of Pentacles Acknowledging the desire to move forward, exponential emotional and spiritual growth, working through issues, being proactive. This describes John and Mary deciding to be together after dancing around it in the previous episode, Carlos and Anton planning another date, as well as John's attempt to avoid the fate he'd been shown by being proactive about his "death." 1.10 Suspicious Minds — Temperance Testing the waters and moving toward healing, finding peace and balance. Carlos taking things slow with Anton, Dean's narration in this episode talks about how rare happy endings for are hunters. 1.11 You've Got a Friend — Eight of Cups Letting go of old constraints, looking to the future. This episode had a strong focus on the way Lata's past was hurting her and holding her back. 1.12 The Tears of a Clown — The Tower Breaking free, total upheaval of the status quo, letting go of the fear of change. Honestly... how much do I even have to say for this one? People were trapped in a pocket dimension by a clown named Limbo, and broke free by facing things head-on. 1.13 Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye — The Devil (reversed) Total release and liberation. We'll see in a few days!!! Season One Overall — The Moon (reversed) Seeing the light, anxieties being put to rest. Ditto!

As you can see, this ended up being a lot more accurate than I could have hoped as someone who had really been neglecting their tarot practice.

So even though I already pulled a card for the season finale back before the show had started airing, I thought I'd do a simple three card reading for 1.13 tonight, now that we're almost at the end.

The photo at the top of this post shows the cards I pulled for this reading, and these are the three cards, left to right:

Page of Swords (reversed) This card means trouble, generally in the form of a young person who stirs things up on purpose, tells white lies, or arrives bearing news of large-scale change that will result in challenges for those concerned. Ten of Swords (reversed) This card means that the worst is over. Forgiveness and letting go of hurt. Healing of physical, emotional, and spiritual wounds. It can also signify a refusal to accept an ending, and holding on even if something is over. Three of Wands This card means new adventures are ahead. Exploration, excitement, and looking ahead toward a world of possibilities.

The first card was drawn to represent where things will kick off at the beginning of the episode, the second to represent the core of the episode, and the third to represent where things ultimately land at the end of the season.

With what little information we have from the episode promo, I'm inclined to think that the "young person" represented by the Page of Swords is actually Dean.

Sure, he's technically older than his parents right now thanks to the Jeremy Bearimy of it all, but chronologically speaking he's younger. And we know he'll appear in the episode at least once because we saw that little flash of his arm in the promo as he handed the letter to John back before The Winchesters timeline began. Maybe the episode will open with that flashback, and give us some more information about what Dean is up to?

Dean certainly did come bearing information that resulted in major challenges for the main cast, and presumably did so while knowing that he could potentially cause problems by messing with the past. And he told a white lie of omission by not being honest with John about who he is or why he was there.

(I will add that when I saw the Page of Swords I also thought of Jack, so I want to jot that thought down just in case. The idea that he might make an appearance is honestly just wild speculation that has been floating around in my head for a little while based on nothing but a combination of vibes, themes, and intense over-analysis of a handful of AlCal's social media interactions, so while I don't think it's super likely, it's still pinging my brain enough that I wanted to mention it just in case. As I see it, Jack's departure on SPN was just vague enough that even though he said he was going to float off and turn into a sunbeam after fixing Heaven, there's absolutely enough wiggle room for him to still have a physical form if that's what this story wants to do. Mostly just noting all of that down here on the one in a million chance that he shows up.)

The Ten of Swords really threw me for a minute, because initially I'd been thinking of the episode's core in terms of, essentially, the bulk of the story. But this card makes me think that the answer I got has more to do with the core of the episode in terms of the heart, the root, the foundation, the focus.

Because the finale is what the season has been building toward, and back before the pilot aired Robbie said that episode thirteen* would turn over all the cards (yes, I'm having a sensible chuckle about that right now) and spoke about it in such a way that it feels like whatever happens in this episode, it's the whole reason for the rest of the show existing.

With that in mind, I can't help but think that this card has more to do with us than the characters. Holding on. Healing. Forgiving. These are certainly things we all see Dean doing through his narration and music choices, but it also feels a lot like what fandom (and frankly, Jensen) has been getting out of this, too.

Finally, the three of wands. I think this one is pretty self explanatory, and I don't think I could have pulled a better card for the end of the season. This puts me in mind of the Buffy finale, to be honest. The battle is won. There's a whole world of possibility. It's time to look ahead.

I'm still keeping all of my fingers and toes crossed for a season two pickup, but if things don't work out on that front, an ending that has this kind of energy is one that I think I'll be happy with.

[*Edit for typo: I'd inexplicably written episode three here instead of episode thirteen. It has now been changed to reflect the correct episode number.]

#cass does tarot #cass becomes unhinged #honestly i'm still floored by how well all of the other cards fit #it's truly wild #of all the things for me to have a super accurate reading for it's a tv show #which i guess makes sense because of who i am as a person #but even so #i guess i should tag this as #fandom: the winchesters #and probably #meta adjacent #but it's really only adjacent in the same way that jupiter is adjacent to the sun #like it's connected but it's pretty far off

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Jay

Jay Halstead did not remember starting to dance. By all accounts, it had been about the time he started to walk. His mother had owned a dance school and he was there every day alongside her, sat in the corner of the class as she taught. Apparently as soon as he could control his limbs enough to take steps, he’d been trying to mimic the bigger kids. Which figured, because he'd always hated sitting still.

Roisin Halstead, Miss Rosie to her students, had been delighted by the development and had him in every age appropriate class her school offered from then on. Not every style stuck long term, but Jay and his brother gave them all a go since they were at the school with their mom anyway.

He met Stevie Hammer on a random Wednesday when he was six. He recognised her as the new girl in his brother’s class, but he hadn’t spoken to her in the few days she’d been at school until she tagged along with Will to dance after school. At that point in time, Jay and Will had been in the same ballet class on a Wednesday, and because of his brother’s upcoming exam Jay was shoved into making his brother’s new friend feel welcome.

Despite the fact that they were two years apart in age, Jay and Stevie had hit it off quickly and got on like a house on fire. Something his mother was sure would happen if she left the trio of her sons and Stevie unsupervised for long enough.

She left them unsupervised some of the time, out of necessity more than anything else. The three of them were always together, completely inseparable. Stevie was always at the dance school with the boys even when they didn't have lessons, and she was at their house more days a week than she wasn't. Everything Jay did with Will, Stevie was there for. To him she was as much his sister as Will was his brother. Will and Stevie had a whole weird just best friend thing that Jay didn’t quite understand, hating it when anyone implied the two of them could be related, but he didn’t really care. They never left him out of anything or made him a third wheel despite the age gap, and that was all that mattered to him.

They grew up together, the three of them. Will and Stevie applied to college and he went but she stayed behind, stayed with Jay, working the same job as his mom’s dance school she’d worked since she was sixteen. Jay worked there too, right alongside her, and thought he might like to follow in Stevie’s footsteps after he graduated. But his dad turned purple after he mentioned it as a possibility over dinner one night when asked about his future plans.

Patrick Halstead had only ever tolerated his sons dancing because of how happy it made his wife, but he would be damned if either of them made it into any sort of a career. He had also been pissed at Will for wanting to be a doctor and going to college, so Jay knew pretty much anything he chose was going to piss him off. So the objective became choose something that would get him far enough away he didn’t have to hear about what a bad decision he’d made.

An army recruiter came to his school, spoke about the army as a way to travel the world, learn new skills, and, most importantly for Jay, a job that would keep him constantly active. He signed up immediately after the talk, ready to leave for training a few days after his graduation.

His dad was pissed, as expected. His mom was scared, Will thought he’d gone crazy, but Stevie was supportive. So when his mom had something come up that meant she couldn’t drop him off the day he was due to leave, Stevie drove him down and waved him off.

He got a little ribbing from the other guys on the bus for making his girlfriend see him off, and then even more ribbing when he said she was his sister (as well as a few requests for her number which he was not about to give).

The two years he was in the army passed in a blur. He made friends, his mom got sick, Stevie took over the dance school, he finished his first tour and re-enlisted, his mom got sicker, Will got into medical school and Stevie got engaged, but Jay couldn’t get the leave for her wedding. What was going on was a lot, but the things back home almost didn’t feel real he was so far away.

Then the explosion happened. And from the unit of people who’d been in the truck, Jay and his friend Mouse he’d been sat up front with were the only ones who got a medical discharge. Mouse’s worst injury were the burns on his torso, Jay’s was everything about his left shoulder.

His mom died two weeks after he got home, only after giving him a lecture about how she told him the army was a bad idea and he should have stuck with dancing the day he was told he would recover. He’d just smiled and said she was right.

After his mom passed he was left adrift, not really knowing what to do so mostly just moping around his house or Stevie’s place with her between doctors appointments. His mom’s comment about dancing stuck in his head, and apparently in Stevie’s too, because after a couple of months she had carved out an evening a week to drag him to an adult dance class with the goal of getting him out of his own head.

He protested a little, saying he didn’t know if he was ready, but he’d learnt pretty early on in their friendship that Stevie was never going to let him win. So they went to adult ballet once a week. Then added on contemporary because the class ran right after. And then Jay picked up some other classes and hired out studio space to dance on his own. He’d always hated sitting still, and the movement was good for his recovery without being too much for his shoulder.

He and Stevie had been going to the classes for a few months when the theatre the classes took place at started establishing their own company. All of the people who did the advanced adult classes were offered the chance to audition and Stevie forced him into it. She had told him they probably wouldn’t get it but it would be a fun experience and good thing if either of them did.

To both of their surprise, they were both accepted. He got partnered up with a girl, made friends who weren’t army colleagues, Stevie or his brother, and the first couple of seasons went really well. He helped get his brother a job as the company doctor and Mouse one as a light and sound technician. Stevie finally got divorced while Jay and Will were living together, and for the six months until they got their own places, it was almost like they were kids again. Dancers, including his partner, left for their own reasons and new dancers replaced them. His replacement partner was cool, a girl Stevie knew from the dance teacher circuit, and he liked her. Hailey was a good fit for him, a little smaller than his previous partner and therefore much easier on his shoulder to lift, and the two of them had similar styles.

It was good. Everything was smooth and fairly simple. Until one day Connor stormed into their morning rehearsal, looking more pissed than Jay had ever seen him, and informed them that from the following day they would have a new choreographer who had been hired against his will. Jay had known the company was struggling a little, a few years past being shiny and new, but he hadn’t realised it was doing forcibly hire a new choreographer bad. He liked Connor, definitely more than he’d liked the last guy, and he wasn’t so sure how he’d like someone new.

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#one chicago #dance company au #chicago pd #jay halstead

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ds9-polycule-tales · 1 year

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11 - 2375

Nerys put her head down on the desk for a moment, pushing the padd out of her way. It was an actual desk; a prefab, quick-to-replicate-and-assemble version of her own desk on DS9.

After nearly two months of hard, daily physical labour, sitting at an actual desk in an actual office again felt…weird. There were good reasons for it, of course, as both Miles and Keiko had quite bluntly told her when she questioned why assigning her the space had come to the top of the priority list – it wasn’t her space, it was the Project’s space. The Project would require her to meet with people from the local area and further afield to take information from them, which wouldn’t be appropriate in the crowded family living space, and even if her “bedroom” would be appropriate for that, you couldn’t physically fit two or three adults in it unless they were lying on the bed together. It would require her to call people on subspace and convince them to get involved with helping to locate missing people or their remains, and doing that in cramped domestic chaos or outside with dust storms whistling past probably wouldn’t help anyone.

It made perfect sense. It still felt weird.

And then there was the Project itself. She had been briefly involved with some of this after the end of the Occupation at home on Bajor. And she had hated it then. Even though she had always been capable of channelling all her energy into certain, very necessary particular tasks without rest or sometimes even bathroom breaks til they were solved – coaxing a crumbling Rider engine back to life, creating careful forgeries of ID documents, planning infiltration of a food plant or a mine – the patient, painstaking work of assembling and matching and interpreting mass amounts of data had made her want to scream. And at the time, with so, so much reconstruction work to do, listening to people pour out all-too-familiar stories of missing loved ones without being able to offer any guarantees or practical aid had been like someone dragging their nails repeatedly across her pagh.

She actually wasn’t bad at data wrangling by now – all Jadzia’s patient, passionate lessons in making numbers dance had made up some of the years that she had missed out of actual formal education while she was crawling through swamps being hunted by Cardassian soldiers – and she had gained some experience in what being listened to and reaching out in the hope of answers of some kind could actually mean to people. But it didn’t stop the feeling that she was somehow shirking in here playing with numbers when there was more immediate, practical work to be done. Or make the painstaking task of extracting and entering data from interview transcriptions any less brain-numbing or frustrating when she was already so exhausted from the long day’s work.

She missed Jadzia and Yoshi terribly. Even while having Miles, Keiko and Molly with her was wonderful. Yoshi was changing so much right now. She was missing so much she was afraid he might not recognise her when she saw him again. Whenever that could be.

She lifted her head from the desk, took the little display holo from one of the drawers and set it to a scene of Worf stolidly holding Yoshi while Jadzia was playing peekaboo with him. She gazed at the three faces – muted but undeniable joy, sheer mischief and delighted surprise – for a long moment, and put her hand gently out to them without quite touching the little figures.

She swallowed, wiping her eyes with her sleeve, shook herself, and turned back to her task. Even if some of her family wasn’t here with her right now, she knew they were safe, and well, and happy. Others deserved at least that much too

#deep space 9 #deep space nine #ds9 au #ds9 polycule tales #ds9 fanfic #cardassia #post canon cardassia #kira nerys #kira x jadzia #worf x jadzia #jadzia dax #kirayoshi o’brien #yes in this au yoshi is kira’s bio child #he’s also miles’ and keiko’s bio child #don’t tell me a society that can make hybrid babies can’t combine dna from more than two peeps

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starts-the-moon · 2 years

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Headcanons for Roy x Sue

Roy really enjoys doing outdoors activities with Sue, such as hiking, camping, fishing and hunting. He feels it's relaxing

Roy likes it when Sue sings to him, Sacae folksongs or anything really

Sue is an early riser, she wakes up to see the sunrise every morning. She often wakes Roy to have lazy morning sex

Sue likes painting pictures of nature and animals. Roy often gifts her sketchbooks, canvas and brushes

Roy likes to write poems in his diary and Sue keeps some in her bedside

Fae is always roaming in Pherae and she has her own room in the castle

They traveled together once or twice with Fae. Sue toured her around Sacae and Roy showed her Lycia

In her wedding, Sue wore beautiful wreath of ivy in her hair which was the symbol of her motherland

Autumn wedding. She walked barefooted on a field of leaves to reach her groom

When the two were about to kiss, an eagle landed next to them and spread the wings, covering the two. This symbolized their union, and the bird or prey reminded them to protect those under their care

After Sue refused Roy's first proposal, Roy met her again in Sacae when he had gone to meet Dayan. He was dumbstruck when he saw Sue, but this time she simply said with a calm smile: 'yes Roy' and he immediately understood

Sacae threw a big party to celebrate the bethroral. He held her close as they danced the night away around the bonfire

When Sue first arrived Pherae Castle, every kind of rumours started around her, that she was an exotic beauty brought as Roy's slave, a barbarian from the mountains, or even a witch. But that was soon put to rest

They decided to spend the anniversary of their wedding camping in the wilderness

Sue becomes a respected diplomat. She improves relations between Sacae and and Pherae. In Lycia she is the person to talk about Sacae matters

Roy gifted Sue a pendant of a doe and the doe became her symbol and protected animal

As the lady of the castle, Sue takes the noblewomen to horse riding and when it's raining she gives meditation lessons. At first they thought Sue was crazy, as they were expecting tea parties and sewing; but Sue was patient and with time they loved it

Sue found an injured eaglet, she brought home and trained it to fly. The eagle become very fond of Roy and often landed in their shoulders

Pherae castle is filled with animals: dogs, cats, birds and even wolves. Some pets sleep in their bedroom and Roy has no say in that

Sue brought new traditions to Pherae like falconry, which the other nobles thought was odd, but fun. She also introduced the custom of asking for the blessing of the birds, and celebrating every equinox

He does everything to protect Sue from political intrigue in the court but she is just "relax darling". He finds her calmness refreshing

When Eliwood passed away Roy seemed to spiral into despair, but Sue comforts him, she takes him out to walks in the forest and sunrise while they talk about Eliwood, and Roy eventually comes to terms with his passing

Sue hates prisons and in silence, with Roy's blessing, she takes care of the prisoners in the castle

Roy and Sue name their children after nature: flower, rivers, stones, natural phenomenons

Wolt, Lilina and Fae are among the godparents of their children

Visits to grandpa Dayan. They see him once a year and bring gifts from Pherae. Their children are quite familiar with the forest and Way of Sacae, Sue instructs them in the traditions and the warrior code of her tribe

Their children only become fully aware of their parents power and heroism, by hearing the story from their knights or when they go to study in Ostia and they are recognized and asked about the 'heroine' Sue and 'legendary' Roy

When Roy talked to his children about the past it was stories about a war, not about heroic deeds. Sue rarely talked about it

Sue never wears the extravagant clothes and jewels that she is gifted from dignitaries or nobles. She puts them in the closet. Roy just smiles at her saying he knows she doesn't like them

Roy knows exactly how to make Sue laugh and he loves how Sue's lips curve around when she smiles

#Roysue #Roy x Sue #Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem headcanon #binding blade #Elibe #Where is bride Sue in Heroes #Roy headcanon

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