#helianthus x reader

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact/GFL/GG:ST) "Pocky Game with their S/O"

Genshin Impact: Navia, Lynette, Eula, Lisa Girls' Frontline: AN-94, AK-12, WA2000, SPAS-12, Helianthus Guilty Gear Strive: Elphelt Valentine

No one requested this, just ate some pocky and the idea came to mind.

(Navia) "Oh? Sounds fun, let's try it!"

Navia cheekily grabs the pocky and puts it in her mouth, extending the stick towards her S/O expectantly.

One of the rules of the game that intrigued her was that you weren't allowed to look away from your partner.

Something Navia has no problem with, as she stares into their eyes.

Her lips form into a smile with each nibble, before she ends up grabbing S/O's face and kissing them anyway once the stick becomes short enough.

(Navia) "Huh? We lost? Hm...Well, we can always just try again!~"

Lynette questions why this game exists.

Why was eating chocolate a game? Isn't it just better to eat the pocky directly?

Well, whatever. If S/O wanted to try it, she can at least give it a shot.

Lynette fidgets a little as they make direct eye contact with each other, slowly taking away a piece of the pocky with each bite.

Right before their lips make contact, she pulls away, a little proud at the short length of the cookie.

(Lynette) "Hm. We did a pretty good job, considering."

She gives a slight smirk to them before resuming her important task at hand: spacing out and mindlessly munching on some cookies the proper way.

Eula's eyes widen slightly before she makes a "hmph!"

(Eula) "As if a simple game like this would be enough to make me falter."

Spoilers: It was.

Eula's cheeks are a crimson hue the entire time, her eyes constantly looking everywhere except S/O.

And already failing the game.

(Eula) "Just, give me a moment to compose myself! The chocolate has a strange taste is all..."

Her heart is beating fast the entire time as their lips grow closer.

It doesn't matter if they were already a couple or if they already kissed, Eula would still be extremely flustered.

(Lisa) "Hm, I think I like the sound of this game."

Lisa has no trouble at all putting the chocolate end into her mouth, waiting for S/O.

Instead of taking nibbles, she takes a massive bite, already being a few inches from their lips.

Still keeping eye contact, she gives them a wink, making S/O falter before she simply bites down completely and breaks the pocky.

(Lisa) "Oh, looks like I lost. Here, grab another one, I want a rematch.~"

It's clear that she does so on purpose, just simply enjoying S/O's reactions. Part of her wants to kiss them directly, but where's the fun in that?

This game made things a lot more fun!

Plus, it was a pretty cute idea.

(AN-94) "There is a game with candy?...I will attempt it for you."

94 is confused, but goes along with S/O's request.

She puts the pocky into her mouth and doesn't even blink as she stares into S/O, calculating how many bites it would take to not make contact with their lips.

94 doesn't react until S/O kisses her, making her eyes widen in surprise.

Not that she hated the sweets or S/O kissing her, but she tilted her head in confusion at their reaction.

(AN-94) "May I ask what the purpose of this game is?...It is for lovers to bond?...Then, I request that we continue playing."

AK-12's eyes remain close, but her eyebrows perk up in curiousity.

(AK-12) "Sure, we can play. I'll take the chocolate end."

She waits until S/O grabs the other end with their lips.

Her eyes finally open as her pink glowing eyes stare directly into them, smile still present and making them pause.

Before she just grabs the pocky with her hand and just kisses S/O full on the lips.

(AK-12) "Mmm~, tastes sweet. Oh, right, I failed the game. Let's try it again."

She would "accidentally" fail a couple more times just to see what kind of reactions S/O made.

WA's normal frown completely vanishes the moment S/O brought up the pocky game to her.

Instead, replaced with a surprised and embarassed expression.

(WA2000) "Wha-Why do you not just eat the cookies normally, are you a child or something!?"

WA begrudgingly (not really) accepts S/O's proposal to play the game and is shutting her eyes, before hearing their laughter.

(WA2000) "I'm not supposed to close my eyes? What does it matter, we're still eating the damn thing!"

The entire time, WA2000 is trying her best to look angry and unaffected, but is failing miserably.

After a few kisses, WA just sighs when she sees S/O's happy expression.

(WA2000) "...Yeah, the pocky tasted fine, now wipe that stupid smirk off your face..."

(SPAS-12) "OH! I love pocky!"

SPAS happily starts munching on the cookies before S/O stops her and tells her about the game.

(SPAS-12) "You wanna use this for a game? Oooooh, okay! That explains why there's a lot of boxes!"

Truthfully, S/O bought multiple boxes because they knew SPAS would just start eating without listening first. They were more for emergencies.

Regardless, SPAS gets a little flustered as she stares directly at S/O, and takes massive bites because she gets distracted by the taste of the pocky.

(SPAS) "Mmmm, chocolatey!...Huh?! I lost?! T-Try me again, I won't lose!"

She loses every single time. Her love for food seals her fate every single time.

(Helianthus) "Pocky game? Do I really seem that young to you...?"

Before S/O could retract their pocky, Helian immediately starts backtracking.

(Helianthus) "H-HANG ON! I DIDN'T SAY I WOULDN'T PLAY!"

If anything, Helain is flattered that S/O wanted to play this game with her, despite her usual stoic demeanor.

Helian has a hard time keeping eye contact, but tries to tough it out.

She fails at not having their lips connect, but it's not a failure she exactly minds.

Helian gets carried away in the moment, forgetting the original purpose of the game and instead just focuses on kissing her S/O.

Before tasting the chocolate in their mouth and quickly leaning back.

(Helianthus) A-AHEM! "I...suppose we failed the challenge..."

Before S/O could even finish proposing the idea to Elphelt-

(Elphelt) "YES! Gimme that pocky!"

With zero hesitation she immediately puts the pocky in her lips, excitedly leaning into S/O with bright eyes.

She kicks the challenge up a notch, by having her hands latch onto S/O's, giggling all the while as she took each bite and savoring the bite and sight.

Elphelt fails the challenge in multiple ways, mostly just by how giddy she is during it.

Accidentally biting too hard, kissing S/O, letting go of the cookie, each result makes her pout and slightly blush.

(Elphelt) "Wha-OH COME ON! I didn't even bite that hard! Hand me another one!"

Elphelt loves playing this pocky game with S/O.

She always had these cookies around due to her love for sweets, but this was the first time they've been used for something this fun!

(Elphelt) "Another one!...We're out? Alright, fine! Lemme grab another box and we can try this again later, I will win!"

S/O at the end of each session has a lot of lipstick, chocolate, and cookie crumbs on their lips.

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[sadsimp]

Hi!! was wondering if u can do a tkatb characters with mc with low self esteem?

TKATB with a mc with low self esteem <3

I’m so sorry it took this long😭 I hope you like it <3 

I’m not sure if you meant platonic or romantic, so I tried to make it for both :)

Brittney:

I feel like she wouldn’t notice, like at all. She’s probably is the reason with her comments tbh.. 

But! If you come out and say it, she’d get it I think. If it was the Mean Girls, she’d want to fight them I’m sure. Another food fight? Perhaps..👀 

If something she said makes you upset and your esteem go down, i honestly don’t think she’d apologize right away. You’d have to tell her what she said was hurtful and then she would apologize. 

If someone else made a comment? Hands are thrown✊👊 She stands up for you and won’t let anyone talk shit about you. 

I feel like she would understand, and try to help with the ways that help her. 

She’d offer to prepare a bath for you and get some of your favorite snacks, before watching a movie together. She’d let you pick(reluctantly) and when/if she gets bored during it, she would speak up and tell you not to listen to the others. That you’re fine just the way you are 🩷

Geo:

He wouldn’t care💀😭

He’d be like “Not my problem 😐”

But let’s get into our fantasies and make him nice 😌

He’s very observant, so he’d probably know real quick. He’d ask you about it out right and bluntly. He doesn’t beat around the bush. 

If you deny it, he’s not gonna be mad. He understands that it’s not something you want to admit. He would hope you would tell him the truth. 

If you confirm his suspicions, he’d be subtle. 

He can tell by the way you curl in on yourself when someone comments about you. He glares at the people who even talk to you, and tell them off. 

He’d bring an extra hoodie or sweater and offer it for you. He��d share some of his food with you, much to the dismay of Deryl.

He’s suggest you come over to his dorm/place/home and set up something nice. He’d offer some tea, wrap you up in a blanket with him, and put on some soft music to soothe you to sleep💜

Deryl:

I don’t he’d notice quickly, but after a while he might catch on. Key word “Might.” I don’t think he’s very observant honestly. 

He’d notice how quiet you get and comment on it. He’d ask if you’re okay and try to cheer you up. He’d listen intently (try to anyway. He love him for it), nodding his head along. He would understand and say you’re not alone. 

That it’s normal for people to feel this way and everyone feels like that sometimes. Even him! 

He would hold out his arms and try for a hug. He’d squeeze you tightly and nuzzle his nose in your hair/neck/cheek/etc

He’s probably the best with jokes and making people feel better. He’d ask what he could do to help, if there’s anything, and try to do it immediately 💛

Jess:

I feel like she wouldn’t notice either honestly. You’d have to be out right with your thoughts and feelings.

She’s completely understanding and offers all the ways that helped her in the past. 

She’d suggest bubbles baths, taking a nap, journalling, hanging out with Brittney-

She’s shyly offer a small hug and hold you for as long as you want. She’d rub your back while humming a tune. If you want, she’d even scratch your back for you. 🧡

I’m sorry I don’t have much else 😭

Crowe:

He notices quickly too. He probably won’t comment and just wait for you to say something. 

He’d try to be subtle with his ways of helping you. Maybe a compliment on your hair one day, another on your outfit, one about how lovely your smile is, another-

And so on. 

If you tell him he’s completely there for you. He’s smiling softly at you as you explain your feelings and he’s nodding along. He’s not entirely sure how to help, but if you tell him he’ll do it. He’d do anything for you. 

He’d ask what he could do. He’d take what you say and also his ideas, while doing some research to help. 

He’d write down some motivation quotes and add them to your work stuff with hopes you’ll see them. 💙

Sol:

He would know immediately and he would try to help you the best he can.

He’d make you cute little lunches with compliments or inspirational words made out of food. 

He’s already offering his shirt, just take it. It’s there to make you feel better! Totally not any other reason..

If you want to talk about it, he’s more than happy to led an ear. 

He’d also try to distract you I think. He’s always eager to spend time with you, and this is a good excuse! He’d suggest a bunch of different stuff like a museum, art show, etc.

Many museums have sculptures, and he would go for those ones specifically to show you that you’re perfect the way you are. People in the ancient times thought they were beautiful, so why aren’t you? You are. 💚

Hyugo:

He’d try to distract you from your thoughts I think, once he realizes them. He’d probably take a bit of time before he does notice though.

He’d invite you to watch movies, listen to inspirational stories, or funny tv shows with him. 

I’m a firm believer he’s all for aggressive positivity. Waving his arms in a heart shape and screaming affirmations to you. 

He’d be very protective, glaring at anyone who dares look at you the wrong way, and then turning back to you pouting about how they were interrupting. 

He would try to bake something or get you treats from a local bakery. I can imagine him putting the little treats into a cute box with ribbon. In order to get the desserts, you would have to accept some compliments 🩵

#the kid at the back #deryl helianthus #sol brugmansia #subaru geo oogami #tkatb vn #brittney claire #jessie sitrus #hyugo sugimoto #tkatb x reader

[morallyinept]

Helianthus - An Ezra One Shot 🌻

Summary: Ezra and you have docked on a planet that harbours a pleasant surprise for you both.

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub.)

Word Count: 3.4k

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️ “It's the emergence, of.” 

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here. 

Warnings/Triggers: Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/fingering/kissing/reader is in the very early stages of pregnancy/mostly soft mush with some Ezra spiciness

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned. 

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: Ezra and sunflowers - what more could you want? 🌻

MAIN MASTERLIST | EZRA MASTERLIST | FLORA & FAUNA MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

In the hazy realm between wakefulness and dreams, where misty clouds encircle an electrifying peach glow, breathy snuffling tugs gently on the strings of your consciousness. 

The lightest sensation of touch - a soft nuzzling against your cheek - pulls you back from the brink of satiated sleep and into the warmth of him. 

It’s a gradual awakening, the back of your eyelids swathed in sunlight from a wayward beam in the hatch spotlighting over your face. The slow unfurling of a tight bud at the break of dawn, you emerge from a gossamer veiled cocoon of unconsciousness to the feel of his large, pore-filled nose gliding planes over your jaw.

Flutters of his dark, fanned lashes are felt as he forges a path up to your forehead before placing a tender kiss on it with soft, cracked lips, making you smile. 

You feel his hand, warm and rough, sliding delicately up your arm. Fingers stroking the skin back and forth over your shoulder with blunt nails. Eliciting warm tingles; the fine hairs standing tall powered by need and a pulling want that pools in your belly. 

His lips trace under your jaw, a wet tongue slithering out tasting the skin there, ripe and fruitful. When he reaches your bare nipple, the sheet sliding down your body with his movement, you can’t contain the contented, sleepy moans vibrating on your lips as he sucks it into a hardened pebble around his insidious wet tongue.

“Awake?” He murmurs, kissing over the swell of your breast, plump in his hand. 

As you slowly blink your eyes open, the warm, intense browns meet you with a tender intensity. A crooked grin, a flash of yellowed enamel and the cracking of skin over his pink grin greet you - marred, hawkish features that are all his own and yours to savour.

Your voice barely whispers, "I was hoping to steal a few more moments of sleep. How rude."

With a gentle chuckle heavy in his throat, he drags his lips up the juncture of your neck. “Alluding to the pretence of your slumbersome charade. Your smile gives you away every time, Birdie.”

“And here I thought I was being subtle this time.” You sigh as he cages you under him, teeth perniciously tugging at your nipple again. 

“Subtlety has no place between us,” he says as he sucks it gently back in the warmth of his mouth.

You hum out as he suckles, thick fingers tracing patterns on your cheek, thumb gliding over your lips. You taste the salt and soil in the whorls of his print, nipping on the pad.

A tidal wave of warm breath bathes your face as he grunts into it, eventually finding your lips. His tongue seeks your own to exploit. Your hands engulf him close, a red giant swallowing him whole.

“Ezra…” You whine, your legs wrapping around his paunchy waist, and you realise a rough layer keeps you from him. “Your suit is on.”

“It is indeed.” He murmurs haughtily into your skin, teeth grazing.

“Take it off.” You sway.

His tongue licking tracks makes you whimper. He looks up at you and shakes his head of greased, mussed waves stuck against his forehead. “I have meticulous plans that you won’t scupper.”

“And if I refuse?” You pout, wrapping your legs around him tighter.

He groans as you rake your nails at the back of his skull in the slick oil of his hair. A move that you know will wilt him into subjugation.

“Do you know what you do to me, foul temptress?” He growls as he snatches at your hand managing to only capture one with his singular mitt. He nips on your fingers and you hiss. 

“I can feel it.” You muse. You reach for his turgidity with your other, trying to get inside his suit, but he soon stops you. 

“You’re insatiable,” he hums, licking his bottom lip. He then bites into the flesh at your neck, faint purple violets bloom on your skin from the marks of his teeth. “You’ve slept all day. I’d like to show you something before it gets dark. Put your suit on.”

You whine, a noise akin to a strangled squawk. He watches you reluctantly shuffle into your suit, chewing on his lip and humming as his beady eyes trawl up and down your body.

“Saturation?” You query as he reaches for the latch on the inside door without hesitation, or a helmet.

“No need. The air, while thick, is plenty breathable.”

“How do you know?” You baulk.

“This isn’t my first foray." He remarks with waggled eyebrows. "Took to scouring the landscape with thorough reconnaissance of our environs in search of any auspicious indicators of coveted resources. The discovery of a hidden cache would be a boon to our expedition.”

You shake your head at his length of explanation. “And did you find anything?”

“Something.” A conspirator of delight, Ezra guides you from the lander pod with a playful gleam in his dark eyes. 

“Where are we going?” You query.

“A little way up there.” He points with his only hand to the beacon of lumpy hills in the near distance.

The planet is green, lush and reminds you of a home you once knew. Breathable air, blue skies and dappling bokeh sunlight. It’s been a while since you both stumbled on an Eden to rest your weary bones and crooked backs.  

“Bit of a trek.” You mumble, relishing the chance to have stayed in the cot, warm and snug in some lucid dream long since forgotten.

“Merely a twilight hike.” The fervour of exploration imbues him with an indomitable vigour, a grin flashing at you over his shoulder that’s as infectious as it is alluring.

As you near the summit, the sun streaking fire in the sky as it sets, he stands waiting for you to catch up; his hand reaching for yours as you approach with creaking knees and rasping breaths. 

“Kevva, that’s steep.” You puff.

“Lying horizontal all day will render your fitness lacklustre,” he mocks.

“My lack of fitness is all your fault.” You remark with a wry grin. 

“I don’t recall nearly this much complaining at the time.” He wraps his arm over your shoulder. “Close your eyes.”

“Ezra.”

“Indulge me, pet. Close your eyes.”

You do as he asks and you feel him prod you some paces forward. His breath is felt on the conch of your ear, warm and moist when he guides you to a suitable stop. 

“Open.” He purrs.

You sigh out with an immediate smile. “Oh, Ezra…” 

“Resplendent, isn’t it, Birdie?”

“Did you know this was here when we docked?”

He shakes his head with pursed lips. “Happened upon them during my early ramble. I was quite taken with them.”

“They're beautiful.” You agree. 

“Go on, get up close and personal.” He takes your hand in his and leads you down the hill. 

The sunflowers stand tall and proud, their sturdy stalks reaching skyward like nature's sentinels. Each intricate disc of petals, a radiant burst of yellow, catches the fading sunlight, creating a mesmerising dance of shadows and highlights across the expanse of the field that seems like it stretches on for eons.

As you walk through them, the sensation under your boots is a soft, yielding carpet of grass and fallen petals and seeds. The gentle crunch of earth beneath is accompanied by the occasional release of a subtle, herbal fragrance, as if the very ground exudes the essence of sun-soaked vitality.

With each step, your fingertips brush against the velvety petals, and you can feel the delicate texture beneath your touch. The petals are soft, leaving a subtle, powdery residue on your skin.

You wander through their obliesk mazes, pushing your way through clusters with an awed mirth as he follows. You take a moment to steal a glance back at him over your shoulder and he’s stopped, looking upwards with eyes closed and breathing in. 

There’s a quiet intensity about Ezra as he stands there, taking in the vast expanse of the alien, yet somewhat familiar, landscape before him. His eyes, usually so alive with energy and steely determination, now hold a depth of emotion that you’ve rarely seen - a mixture of awe, wonder, and perhaps a hint of vulnerability.

You observe the play of emotions across his face - the furrow of his heavy brow as he concentrates, the slight quirk of his lips as a sense of wonder washes over him. The intensity in his dark eyes as they capture yours. 

"Well, hello there, pet," he says, his voice low and filled with affection. "Caught me admiring the view, did you?"

“We both are.” You simply say, reaching for him. 

As you both wander deeper into the labyrinth of the sunflowers, you can’t help but feel a sense of whimsy taking over you. He stops to pluck seeds out, tearing open a head and offering you some as they roll around his teeth.

"They're so beautiful," you remark, your voice filled with wonder.

Ezra nods in agreement, his eyes alight with mischievous excitement. "They are indeed.”

"I feel like we're in our own little world here," you say.

He squeezes your hand gently, his touch reassuring. "That's all we need.”

As the sun sets, he invites you to recline amidst the golden blooms, your head in his lap looking up at the sky, lost in a burrow of thick stalks. The anticipation that had danced in your eyes now transforms into a quiet serenity as you lie together, surrounded by the sunflowers' nodding heads seemingly miles above you in the sky.

Your fingertips, still adorned with the powdery residue of sunflower caresses, trace idle patterns on his hand as you clutch it close.

Above, the leaves create a natural canopy, dappling the sunlight into a mosaic of dying warmth as the cobalt bleeds in.

Lying amidst the sunflowers, you become part of the landscape - a living diorama where nature itself paints the backdrop for your being. It's not just a surprise; it's a moment of shared bliss, a poetic pause in the heart of the sunflower field on a foreign planet far from anywhere you could call home.

Companionable silence joins you both for a while, a break in Ezra’s beaky ramblings, content to simply be together in the midst of such natural splendour.

You turn your gazes upward, greeted by a luminous river of stars. His eyes, now reflecting the twinkling lights overhead, find a mirrored universe in yours. The sunflowers, though no longer in focus, cast long shadows that seem to reach towards the cosmos.

His accent, reminiscent of stout Southern edification, begins to expound upon the wonders above as he points out constellations and planets that twinkle as little beams of light.

"The beauty of the universe is unequalled." You conclude dreamily, your head resting on Ezra's thighs, his thick digits weaving and stroking under your jaw. 

From this position, you can see the vast depths of it, curling its fingers out to beckon you to dip your face into its secrets. 

"Lies." He retorts with a little snicker. "I fear the universe has met its match." He tilts your chin so you’re facing him and those deep brown eyes regard you sincerely. 

"You like to talk, Ezra." You smirk. 

"I mean it " he assures. “Look at you, the stars are blushing.”

You smile, feeling your jaw ache as he strokes under it with his only thumb.

“Have you ever pondered the nocturnal inclinations of sunflowers?" He breathes out looking up at them.

"Can’t say that I have.” You smirk. "Regale me, o' skilled raconteur," you tease as he tugs on your chin.

"It's a fascinating theory I came across - a notion that in the absence of the sun, these golden blooms, like erudite companions, turn toward each other. A celestial dance, if you will, where they share their stored energy."

“A cosmic conversation among sunflowers. I never thought I'd be part of such a poetic moment." You snort with a giggle. 

“Oi. Mock me all you like, woman.” Ezra nudges you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, I do."

"It's as if the sunflowers are sharing secrets, don't you think? A botanical confabulation beneath the cosmic theatre."

“Botanical confabulation? You sure have a fascinating way with words, Ez."

"Imagine if we could decipher their floral discourse. What tales do you think they'd share?"

You sit upright. “That they do wish you'd shut up and kiss me.” You say, pulling him towards you for a deep, saturated kiss. 

He sighs into you as you comb his hair back, your thumb lingering in that stark blonde piece of the moon in his hairline. Your hand grips his right shoulder, stroking down gently until it stops where he ends. You squeeze and caress the stump gently.

"You know, when you do that, I feel whole again." He breathes, nuzzling into you. "Confounding in it's whimsy."

“You’ve always been whole to me, Ezra.” Your nose traces the wiry route of the scar under his left socket.

"I won't get to feel your hand in mine." He says, casting a gaze to his stump. You’ve altered his fraying suit so his sleeve no longer flaps about, patching it tight and padding it. Some days he swears he can still wiggle his fingers. 

"You have another." You say, taking his hand and kissing the pads of his digits before slowly sucking the middle into your mouth.

“Careful,” he hisses, eyes turning as black as the sky above as he watches you suck it all the back to your throat.

You smile as it pops wet out of your mouth and he pulls you close against his chest. 

“Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if we missed the sling back… stay here a while.” You murmur as you take in the sights of the sunflowers cresting and creaking above you.

“Thirty turns until the next sling if we linger.” Ezra ponders, running the fuzz of his lips over your crown.

“Mm.” You nod. "We have the means."

"I'm concerned by your raffish approach to this contrite endeavour, however serene. Wouldn't you feel more secure in a near proximity to the birthing pools?”

“We've a while to go yet.” You reassure stroking under his chin in the wiry, greying hairs there. 

He slides his swamping palm over the small swell of your belly, rubbing back and forth gently. “That’s as maybe, we can come back. Bring the Niblet when all is well.”

“Or we could settle, make it a home.” You sway.

“A find of a calibre we've not yet encountered... feasible to some end.” He grazes your jaw with his nose, lips kissing you side on as you cup his hawkish face. “You know I would give you the universe, pet.”  

“I already have it.” You say, staring up at him. 

“Oh, the hackneyed piss that pours outta your mouth,” he smirks as you giggle into his face. 

“Now you know the trite that I have to endure that comes out of yours.”

“Hokum. You love the elucidation of my wayward charm.” Ezra sneers. 

“Among other things.”

“Such as?” He smirks.

You sit upright, slowly pulling the poppers open on his suit. He doesn’t resist as you pull the zip down revealing his chest and belly. You hold yours taught so he can unzip it, revealing the naked flesh underneath it.

He leans forward, sucking mouthfuls of your sumptuous skin into his mouth, hissing as you find the dripping swell of his cock.  

“So that’s what you’re getting at?” He smiles crookedly at you as you work him in your palm, rolling back the skin to reveal a ruddy bulb.

Thick and sticky, he fills your hand. Feeling the rough material of your suit pressed into the crease of your cunt as you wind your hips desperately against him, moaning with frustration keening into his mouth. 

“Be careful you don’t overplay this distraction technique.” 

“I have no idea what you mean,” you simply smile, standing and removing your suit entirely.

“I am immune to your tactics.” Ezra assures as he lets his eyes wander freely over your body as he strokes his cock in want.

“Are you sure about that?” You mirth as you sit in his lap. He’s considerably hard as you subtly grind against him as you kiss. 

“Should I aid you in your release, pet?” He taps your clit gently making you squeal. “Shall we make the sunflowers recoil in their chaste shrewdness?”

“Let them gossip and blush.” You nod into his face. Your fingers curl around his thick length, stroking as you kiss him some more.

“Mmhm. Hold it like you love it, Birdie... yeah, just like that.” He drawls at you. 

“Scoundrel.” You groan.

“I am but incorrigible.” He smirks. 

Your kisses are desperate, incisors and tongues, far reaching and choking. His pads swipes against your clit again and you cry out as your whole body jolts with pleasure, his fingers soaked already. 

"Sweet Mother of Kevva… a parched man could never drink you dry." He sucks you from his fingers, before slipping them inside you. 

You groan out, long and laboured as he strokes your spot with ease, fingers as thick as his cock as they pump and uncoil the muscles from your bones. 

“Gently, does it, hmm?” He cajoles as he brings you to the brink.

“Ez… mmm,” you can feel it bunching tight, the knot unwinding as he lets you soar into the heavens above, watching in rapt attention as you shake in his lap. 

He drones out as you line yourself up with him and sink down slowly. Knees in the soil and fingers in his mouth. 

“Shit,” Ezra groans as you slide all the way down. Eyes paused in a mid-possession as your cunt squeezes and your back breaks. 

“You seek to annihilate me, don’t you?” Ezra rasps as you rock on him, broad shoulders in your teeth as you kiss indents in them. 

“Ezra, fuck!” You whine, feeling him bottom out and fuck up into you with the simple flex of his hips.

"Give me another one of your kisses, Birdie. Take me back to paradise." 

The way he fucks you is like poetry in motion. His gaze unwavering, his touch never faltering. The softness soon replaced by desperateness; fingers bruising more violets into your skin as he clutches you for balance. Kisses with more bite, pants that start to howl. 

“Ezra,” you whine, holding onto him. “Kevva, I’m close…”

“Let me have it,” he coaxes, turning your face to him, watching as your eyes cloud over under a sky full of iridescent stars. "Beg me to fuck you harder." Ezra hisses to you.

"Please... h-harder-" Your body convulses around the rapture of him. 

"That doesn't sound like begging to me." He taunts with a sly grin. “You have my cock in you, pet. Make me fuck you with it.”

“Please! Mmm fuck, please!” You grapple at him, nails drawing blood in their grazes, his teeth bared as you pull at his greased roots. “Give me all of you, Ezra!” You growl. 

“Your cunt is just full of me,” he rasps, your breath bouncing in the back of your throat with every hard thrust. His babbling eutony filling your ears like cotton as you fade out into the white noise. 

Just barely hearing the clicks of your kisses and the lewd squelches of you around his cock. 

He feels you burst, sees it, hears it. Dissolving him to dust in your solar flare. In that moment, you're his, wholly. And he swears to Kevva he feels something akin to unwavering love rattle through his punctured bones. 

The push of you onto him with his hand makes you gasp as you grind and gyrate, your clit pressed in and rubbing against the patch of coarse hairs that you soak sticky with your slick. 

“Hm, hm, hmphf…” he grunts, small and ragged as you work, nostrils flaring under the steep hook of his nose. Plush lips pressed into a thin line as he strains. 

He throws his head back growling, teeth bared at the universe above, howling throatily as he spills inside of you. His thighs shake, rioting of their own accord as you watch them ripple and tense.

His eyes are squeezed shut before opening them with blown pupils and a slack jaw. They glide down to yours, mouth panting into that wolfish, crooked grin. 

“Birdie, I’m still pouring… look, look what you do, exquisite creature.” He pants, sweat slick hair creasing on his forehead, that little blonde patch rip curling in its defiance. 

You settle against his clammy chest when he comes to; he lays back with you in his arm as you cup and stroke the stump gently tracing the knot of scar tissue until your fingers still.

You both sleep there, under the stars, in the dirt and leaves of the sunflower stalks protecting you both in their intricate cocoons. 

In the morning, when the sun rises and the sunflowers turn their heads in its direction, conversing in their unspoken language with the bright star, Ezra wakes you again with those soft, gentle nuzzles, humming the secrets of the universe inside your ear.  

Thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed spending time in the sunflowers with Ezra. Let me know your thoughts. And I'd appreciate a re-blog if you enjoyed what you just read so other's can enjoy this story too - thanks so much!🖤🌻

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[orenjae]

GAM3BO1 (wonwoo)

pairing : gamer!wonwoo x fem!reader genre : romance, (slight) fluff, pining!au, gamer!au word count : 3415

You can’t exactly remember the exact moment you realized that you were already catching feelings for user onewoo#1015.

Uhuh, you read that right.

onewoo#1015 — his username on the FPS game you’re currently obsessed with playing these days. So obsessed that you can no longer stop yourself from playing that game that there came a time where you got teamed up with this particular guy having a god-tier level of skills when it comes to playing.

The next thing you knew, the both of you were playing a couple of rounds for hours until the two of you became a duo playing that game.

helianthus#6199 : hey, i was wondering if you have discord?

onewoo#1015 : yep, i have.

onewoo#1015 : what’s yours? wait, let me add you.

helianthus#6199 : orenjies#9169

That’s where it all started—from talking about  game obsessions and other random stuff about yourselves into deep conversations. Weeks turned into months and the both of you became a solid duo in playing that game, acing every round together.

“You really are good with this, huh?” you told him with a hint of amazement in your voice.

His skills when it comes to gaming were pretty much remarkable and of course, commendable. With the level of his skills, he could actually be a professional gamer at that point.

“I’ve been dedicating my whole life into this…” he replied over the call, letting out a small chuckle.

The both of you were on Discord, mainly using it for comms whenever the both of you are on game. But lately, there has been some deep talks going on between the two of you as you’ve grown fond of each other after playing for quite some time now.

“Yah, really?”

“Aish, stop being so serious all the time.” He laughed.

You swore his laugh sounded so heavenly that you thought your heart almost dropped when you heard it. Even his deep voice matches the way he laughs. onewoo#1015 cleared his throat before speaking once again. 

“But on a more serious note, I’ve been really trying to get into the pro scene…”

“With skills like yours, I highly doubt that wouldn’t be impossible.”

He let out another sexy chuckle. Yup, real sexy one. The both of you were playing one round, open mic. You honestly find it more fun to play that game with someone while going through some little chats about yourselves. 

“You’re pretty good yourself too, I should say.”

Blood started rushing upwards to your cheeks, making it blush. You admit that you were no good at this game when you started playing it. However, after playing with him countless times already, you could say that you learned a lot from him somehow—game wise.

“Stop flattering me, onewoo! I might just get better than you.”

The both of you came into an agreement that there wouldn’t be any disclosure of real names between the two of you. Ever since you met him, you’ve only known and addressed him using his game user ID. Him being onewoo#1015 and you as helianthus#6199, or helianthus as he would simply call you.

“Helianthus-ssi.” 

“Hmm?” You hummed as you tried to aim for the target to get the kill to which you swiftly succeeded. “Ha!”

“We’ve been playing for months now, right?” He asked out of the blue, making your brows furrow in confusion.

“Yup, what about it?”

“Uh…” he uttered, obviously struggling to find the right words to say to you. “Shit, how do I say this uh…”

It made you chuckle a bit, hearing him say that. He sounded so frustrated by the sound of his voice and the way he said it, growing your curiosity bit by bit.

“Say what?”

“It’s just that…”

A smile slowly crept into your face. What is he so shy about? Wondering, you start to realize that this was actually the first time he’s been like this towards you.

 “Hey, it’s alright. You can tell me.”

A deep sigh was heard on the other line.

“Perhaps, do you want to meet?” He finally asked, letting out a huge amount of air that has been trapped in his lungs.

And that kids, is how user onewoo#1015 attempted to make the first move to you. You can’t stop yourself from blushing the moment he asked you. How can you not? You’re totally crushing on him, for goodness sake. You wouldn’t spend a lot of time playing with him if you didn’t have the hots for him.

“Ahhh, jinjja!”

Your hands were cold, that’s for sure. Not to mention, shaking at the same time. It’s summer and yet you’re feeling like the first snowdrop will fall anytime soon. You took a deep breath before pulling the door of the café open, slipping inside.

Clutching your phone close to your chest, your eyes began to wander across the whole room to find a seemingly familiar face that you meticulously examined on the avatar of his game profile.

“Helianthus-ssi?”

Twirling around, your head automatically turned towards the familiar voice coming from behind. Your eyes widened a bit as you caught sight of him.

There he was standing before you. User onewoo#1015 is one hell of a hottie. It was as if your eyes glimmered the moment you saw him in front of you. 

“Y-You’re onewoo?”

He nodded his head as a boyish smile crossed his charming face, causing his eyes to narrow slightly. You almost swore to the heavens, your heart started to race wildly by just seeing him smile.

“Shall we sit?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck as he led you towards a vacant table near the corner. The two of you had always found it comfortable to sit right where you could watch people from the window as they pass by.

“I really do think your name has woo in it…” you spoke, breaking the silence between the two of you. One thing you noticed about this cold-looking guy, he’s shy in person. 

A small smile crossed his face as he fixed his specs, sliding it up. 

“I’m Wonwoo…” he says, extending his hand for a shake. “Jeon Wonwoo. Sorry I forgot to introduce.”

He looked so shy as he lowered his head slightly, hiding his embarrassment with a sheepish smile. His cuteness made you chuckle. Despite the icy aura his features give off, you start to realize that maybe it was just all a façade. 

“Nice to finally know your name, Wonwoo-ssi.”

“Drop the formalities. We’re just around the same age.” He chuckled. “How about yours? I assume you love sunflowers…”

Now that piqued your interest. His lips curved into a mischievous smile. Letting out a small smile in return, you nodded your head as a response.

“It’s Y/N,” you said, eyes meeting with his. And for the first time, you felt your heart skip a beat. Oh, no.

“H-How did you know I love sunflowers?”

“I’m taking a pre-medical course so scientific names aren’t foreign to me.”

Your mouth instantly formed into the shape of an O. It’s the first time you heard about that and you can’t believe that after months of talking, the both of you haven’t talked about that yet.

“Oh, god. I can’t believe we haven’t talked about this one. You too?” You asked with excitement filling your voice. 

His right brow raised a bit as his eyes began to question.

“What do you mean? You are too?”

You nodded, smiling. Now, this is getting more interesting. For months, you’ve found out a lot of similarities between the two of you—you both can’t eat seafood. But one thing the two of you had in common was your love for cats and now this.

After meeting with him that day, you learned so much about Wonwoo. There’s no doubt how the both of you got into this situation. You became, not just playmates in the game, but also study buddies the moment you both learned you’re under the same program while going to two different universities. Nevertheless, that didn’t become an issue for the both of you to study together.

“Are you done with pharmacology already?” He asked you, removing his round glasses to rest his eyes a bit from reading too much.

You let out a small groan, trying to release all your stress and frustrations about that goddamn subject. You shook your head and gave him a sad smile.

“Almost. You?”

He stared at you. No response, no anything. He just sat there and stared at you, making you wonder if you have something weird on your face. Your forehead creases as you question him using your eyes. 

“Can we just take a break and play a round or two?” 

How can you say no? Closing your books, the both of you plopped yourselves in front of the television as Wonwoo turned the console on. What’s supposed to be just one round turned into three before the both of you went back to studying.

“Want me to help you study?” He asked in the middle of your study sesh, causing you to divert your eyes from the thick textbook you’re reading.

Wonwoo had already closed his textbook and tucked his handouts in his bag. You figured he was already done reviewing, also the reason why he’s offering some help.

“Is it okay? I’m kinda struggling with the calculations…” you shyly replied.

One thing about you, you hate mathematics. And who said there’s no math in pharmacy school? With all these dose calculations you have to deal with, you started to doubt. But for someone who likes to read and study like Wonwoo, sure everything seems basic.

He lets out a chuckle before snatching your handouts away from you.

“Aish, let me help you with that!”

“You just want me to finish studying so that we can play after…” you pouted, playfully rolling your eyes at him.

He paused to look at you, his eyes meeting yours. There’s something about the way he looks at you that doesn’t fail to take your breath away.

“Glad you’re aware.” He said before getting the scientific calculator from you and started reading out problems from the handout.

Another good thing about Jeon Wonwoo, he basically knows a lot of stuff. Some people say intelligence is sexy and you couldn’t agree more. You became so engrossed with dose calculations when Wonwoo started helping you out with it. The next thing you knew, he was already done teaching you and just letting you solve the problems on your own with the method he just taught you. Wonwoo was just sitting there beside you, checking how you solve the problems one by one.

“Thank you for helping me out!”

Wonwoo shrugged, lips curved into a smirk. You swore you wouldn’t be able to finish those problems without his help.

“What are friends for?” 

Yup, friends. Felt like a reality check on your part but he was just stating the truth. As a matter of fact, you have a lot to thank Wonwoo about.

“Let me carry your bag…” he suddenly said, trying to get your tote bag from you. “You look tired.”

You gave him a glare. 

“Why? I can manage.”

Rolling his eyes a bit, Wonwoo swiftly snatched your tote bag away from you. You could only sigh in defeat as he hung the straps on his shoulder, lips curving into a playful smirk. He winked at you before turning his back to walk, leaving you dumbfounded.

Did he just?

“What the hell was that?” 

You placed your arms on your waist and asked. The question alone got him walking back to you.

“What the hell was what?”

“Did you just wink at me?”

He leaned in closer. Both your faces were only a few inches away, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. You could almost smell his perfume and his minty breath the moment he spoke.

“So what if I did?”

“Y-Yah!”

Wonwoo flashed a smile before he stepped back, starting to walk again. You stood frozen on that spot. Lately you have been noticing him doing stuff that you find really odd of him. It’s not something he would do but he’s been acting strangely clingy these days.

“Are you coming?” He asked as he looked back at you, getting you back on your senses.

But Wonwoo is Wonwoo. He may seem unpredictable at times but one thing for sure, he doesn’t fail to make your heart skip everytime he does things.

Senior year in college surely is hard as it seemed at first. A challenging one, you should say. From doing research papers, going through internships and answering loads and loads of quizzes and exams. It has been a hell of a year. All the sleepless nights and sudden breakdowns totally paid off the moment you stood in front of the full-length mirror. A proud smile crossed your face upon seeing your reflection, finally wearing your graduation toga. 

“Y/N-ah, are you ready?”

You heard your mom ask from downstairs. Quickly gathering the rest of your stuff, you sling your bag on your shoulders before going out of your room. The moment you went down, you were welcomed by your mother’s hug.

“Aigoo, look at my daughter…” she mumbled with tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Eh, eomma. Don’t cry!”

“Ah, by the way! Wonwoo’s here.”

Your heart skipped upon the mention of his name. Not that the feeling is foreign. You’re kind of getting used to it nowadays. The thought of Wonwoo waiting for you in the living area made you march your way towards where he is. You found him silently sitting on the couch as he patiently waited for you.

“Wonu-yah…”

He instantly turned his head to look at you, eyes immediately meeting yours. He had his hair brushed up while looking undeniably dashing even if he’s just wearing a semi-formal fit.

“Y/N…” 

He stopped for a while and looked at you—seemingly mesmerized. Your cheeks started to heat up with the way he looked at you. It was if his eyes were all glued up to you. Trying to break the awkward silence between the two of you, you cleared your throat.

“Sorry. It’s just that you look beautiful.” Wonwoo told you as he put up a shy boyish smile while scratching the back of his head.

You let out a small chuckle, trying to hide your rosy cheeks.

“Thank you?”

As promised, Wonwoo was there at your graduation ceremony and days from now, it’ll be his turn. The both of you promised to be there at each other’s graduation.

“Oh, before I forget…” he turned to get the bouquet of flowers sitting on the couch next to where he was sitting earlier before handing it to you. “Congratulations on your graduation!��

You start to wonder how come you didn’t notice the set of sunflowers sitting next to him. But he just did give you flowers, making your knees weak. You almost teared up the moment you received the flowers from him. It was your first time to ever receive one and to think it was Wonwoo who did it first.

“Thank you. Oh my god, these are beautiful!”

“Look at you two! Why don’t you two take a photo together?” Your mom chirped in, coming out from nowhere while holding a polaroid camera in her hand.

The both of you stood there as your mother tried to take a photo. After what seemed like a lot of hesitations, you felt Wonwoo’s arms snake around your waist as he gently pulled you closer. You and Wonwoo posed for a photo taken by your mother, to which you silently prayed to turn out real nice.

“Will you be there at my graduation?” He asks you as he walks with you towards the car.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

A smile crossed his face as he held your free hand with his. Butterflies began to swarm across your stomach as you felt light jolts of electricity running through your spine with just a single touch. He stopped on his tracks causing you to do the same and faced to look at you. He stared deeply into your eyes as a smile slowly crept into his face.

“I’m so proud of you…” he whispered as he leaned in a bit.

His eyes were drawing yours to look at them as if they were meaning to tell you something. 

“You know I could’ve done it if it weren’t for you. So, thank you…” 

“Are you seriously thanking me? It was all you who made it, silly.” He chuckled, touching the tip of your nose with his point finger. 

Your family decided to throw a graduation party for you. Your mom pretty much invited a couple of relatives and close friends. Of course, Wonwoo is there. There’s no way he wouldn’t be. The both of you were sitting on the swing on the front porch of your house, telling random stories to each other.

“Don’t you want to go inside?” Wonwoo asked.

“It’s pretty crowded there.”

“Right…” he muttered under his breath. “You’re claustrophobic, how could I forget?”

A small chuckle slipped through your mouth. Wonwoo may seem cold because of his icy aura, but no. If anything, he’s the most sensitive and thoughtful person you have ever known. He could be a bit introverted at times but you could see how he’s trying to open up with you.

“Thank you for the flowers, by the way,” you told him after remembering how happy you were to receive those beautiful sunflowers from him. “I loved it, really.”

“I’m glad you loved it…” he replied with a proud smile forming on his lips. “I woke up early just to get them. They run out pretty fast these days. And seriously, who starts a ceremony that early?!”

That made you laugh. You exhaled and looked up at the stars.

“You really didn’t have to but you still did anyway.” 

You were thankful to have him there with you. Not just right at the moment but in your life. You couldn’t imagine what life would be if you didn’t bump into him in that game. It has always been your what-if—if you didn’t get teamed up with him.

“You know I’d do anything for you.”

The same butterflies you used to feel whenever you’re with him were right there once again. The both of you went silent after that as your mind tried to process the words which came out from him just now. You can’t stop your blood from rushing into your cheeks. After contemplating for a bit, you hesitantly looked at him.

“W-What do you mean?”

Wonwoo looked back at you, suddenly feeling the same electricity that you felt earlier.

“You know what…” he began to say. “No matter how hard I try to come up with the right words to say, it’s just now that I realized that there isn’t really a perfect way to say this.”

“Say what?”

“I like you.” He said, looking straight in your eyes. “I really like you.”

Wonwoo. The great Jeon Wonwoo is… confessing. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The only thing you could ever focus on was him and the wild beating of your heart.

“I know I’m being too risky for saying this and might seem fast but I just wanted to let you know. You don’t have to feel the same way. It’s alright if you can’t recip—”

I don’t know about you but some people say that the best way to make someone shut up is to kiss them. Well, you’re one of those people who believed in that saying and so you took their advice.

“It might not seem like it, but you do talk a lot sometimes, Jeon Wonwoo.”

“You kissed me…”

Wonwoo, still left in the daze, stared at you in disbelief.

“So what if I did?” You flashed him a playful smile.

“That was my first kiss!”

“Mine either!” You rebutted then paused when you realized something. “Wait, that was your first?!”

Your eyes immediately widened upon that realization. But you can’t help but feel proud of yourself for being the first lucky girl to claim his lips. 

“So what if it is?”

You smirked at him.

“Let me make sure the last one would still be coming from me…” you replied, leaving him all red.

#seventeen #svt #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonu #wonwoo x y/n #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x you #seventeen x oc #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #svt wonwoo #svt wonu #wonu fluff #wonu x reader #seventeen wonu #os #svt scenarios #svt imagines #svt fanfic #svt oneshot

[cnnmonbimee]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @milkteamoon thanks for the tag milk <33

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 28! Which isn't that much but I never thought I would write that much to begin with :D!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 115,038 I wish to write more this year since I was in a slump last year 😤

3. What fandoms do you write for? Most of my fics are JSHK, but I've written a Hyouka fic for a zine and an (unexpectedly) x reader fic for The Ssum. I have two original works there too though!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

..Everything? (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (1,695 words) kudos: 113

Two Lips, with hues of cherry and honey. (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (4,936 words) kudos: 102

Reason For Another Tomorrow (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (14,236 words) kudos: 89

Just Like Us (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (3,797 words) kudos: 79

Bright as helios, Beautiful as anthos, a True Helianthus (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (10,055 words) kudos: 67

Honestly speaking, '...Everything' isn't my favourite and isn't my best either, so I have no idea why it's there 😂 The others are probably because they're long enough to be there, but I do like seeing Tulips, Just Like Us, and the Bridge fic being there.

5. Do you respond to comments? I usually do! and I, myself love to leave comments! Most of my inbox are filled with replies to the comments that I wrote instead! I like interacting with both my readers and other writers :>

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? The only thing that came to mind is Tulips. The first chapter ended hopeful and the second was sad xd Though, I wouldn't really say it's angsty! It's more to bittersweet I think. I have another lesser-known fic that has, not really angsty, but the ending was a little messed-up xD

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fics have happy endings since I usually write fluff.... I think...

8. Do you get hate on fics? Never yet! I was a bit scared when I posted tsunene fics and even moderated the comments xD but no one ever left anything mean there!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Very very mildddddd in my opinion. And I rarely write smut because I'm shy (pfftt) The only ones I have was for tsunene and they were only making out;; another one is something that I just posted yesterday as a ficlet. If I ever want to seriously write one day though, maybe something sweet like vanilla. I'm a simple person u_u . And I like it when it involves feelings <3

10. Do you write crossovers? I never thought of writing crossovers :0 they aren't really my thing. But I do think they're fun for crack though!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, i think?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nopee I don't think my fics are widely known to have them translated Xd but who knows, maybe one day!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Noooooo someone co-write with me someday :);;;;

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Hananene, of course!!! You won't really get any other answer from me u-u I do wish to be more diverse in the future though! And I did entertain in the idea of writing threesome like hananenetsuka or hananenekou but never actually did it ;;;

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Everything in my never-ending wip list u_u Some of them are big fics that I'm itching to write but never have the time.

16. What are your writing strengths? I'm good at writing feelings, I think? I haven't done any self-evaluation lately. Oh but I really love metaphors!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I usually have a hard time to make my writing more descriptive. Sometimes they feel too bland u_u and since English isn't my first language, some of the dialogues don't sound natural and casual like I wanted it to be.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I never thought of this before and don't know if the fics I'll ever write have the settings for this xd

19. First fandom you wrote for? JSHK is what really got me into fanfiction. Before that I always have this impression that fanfics are usually /reader only, which I'm not really fond of (Should have discovered more!!) I started as an avid jshk fics reader, and never thought of writing my own to be honest! Love the fact that I tried <3 it's why I'm here.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Wahhh I think my most recent favourite is A beautiful heart like yours (is mine to hold), which is a fic I wrote for Tsunene Week 2023. I think it's my most well-written piece :') it's the only one that I don't get icky feelings when rereading it. Others are 'The Reason for Another Tomorrow', also known as codename: Bridge fic, and the first ever fic I've written for the fandom, If I Were The Moon, Would You Be My Sun?, which isn't my best writing but has a really special place in my heart <3

Thanks for the tag Milk <3 I'm just tagging whoever I have in mind so don't feel obligated to do it! This is just for fun <3 @voidjelli @insipidenvy @miss-sternennacht @thatsrightdollface @doughnutboii @krispyt @wingsonghalo @etheralisi @kawff33 @kinkymoonaf

#hime menulis #ao3 #my fics have very long titles it's a toxic trait #hananene #tag game

[kayleezra]

A Sunflower and Their Encyclopedia // (Ezra x GN!Reader)

Word Count: idk like 500-600

Summary: Modern AU? idk but we're on Earth so you decide. Ezra tells you he loves you.. in some less than normal ways...

A/N: FOR MY WIFE @writer-darling WHOSE BIRTHDAY IT IS TODAY (it's short and shitty because I just typed it up after work but I couldn't not post something!) BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU MOSTEST

oh and this is like not at all accurate because sunflowers use circadian rhythm to face and follow the sun but… we’re going to pretend we don’t know that and believe the social media myth

“You’re my sunflower,” Ezra's smooth voice brings you back to reality. 

“What?” You ask, not sure you heard him right in your trance-like state.

“You are my sunflower,” he annunciates, “or Helianthus as it’s scientifically known” he adds as if that would clear everything for you. 

If the two of you had been talking about flowers, it would make some sense, but you were simply enjoying each other's presence in silence. 

“What?” you ask again, clearly confused. 

“Well when it’s overcast and sunflowers are looking for the sun, they often face each other. Claiming each other as their own personal sun, sharing each other’s energy. You’re my sunflower, you’re who I turn to in dark times to keep me going.”

“That is… incredibly sweet,” tears brim your eyes, “Then you’re my sunflower too. What brought that up?” 

A slow smile creeps its way onto his face, the corners of his mouth lifting with love and eyes warming. 

“I was simply enjoying the view, of you. And how captivated and intoxicated I am from the sheer joy you exude. How my infatuation and devotion to you knows no bounds. You’re my life source, my light and my love.”

A cheesy smile is plastered on your face, “And so the obvious conclusion was sunflowers?”

“Perhaps sunflowers didn’t properly convey all that.”

“No it did I was ju-” but before you can finish he interrupts by continuing his thoughts.

“You’re the Acacia Tree to my ant colony,” he finishes with a proud smile.

You stare at him dumbfounded.

“Acacia trees, commonly found in South Africa and Australia, grow hollow roots, structures that allow ants to use as shelter and even feed from. In return, the ants defend the tree from herbivores. The ants larvae also feed off Beltian bodies, which are small pouches of important proteins and nutrients and in return the ants protect new acacia seedlings from being eaten by other small critters.”

“So… I’m a tree,”

“An acacia tree, yes”

“And you… are a colony of ants,”

“Mhm”

“That share a relationship,”

“A symbiotic relationship, yes”

“That share a symbiotic relationship. But why am I the tree and you the ants?”

“Easy. Because you’re a life-giving thing that is much greater than I. A beautiful great standing of Mother Nature.”

Then it dawns on you. Where Ezra is getting all this random nature information. Weeks ago while thrifting he came across a tattered nature encyclopedia, his nose was stuck in the book before he even purchased it. He returned it to the shelf claiming he did not need it but something tells you he went back…

“Did you get that encyclopedia?”

“Is it that obvious?”

You laugh, “I take it you're enjoying it”

“Thoroughly”

“And how many more métaphores do you have for us?”

Ezra looks up and cocks his head like he’s actually mentally counting them, “at least another hundred.”

You laugh again at his absurdity born of love.

“Although I don’t think I could even run out of ways to tell you I love you, my dear. And if I did then I’d learn more languages. And if I ran out of those, I’d create our own language that never runs out of ways to express my love for you.”

And you know that this man in front of you means every damn word he's just said. You can't help but wonder how you got so lucky, while he wonders the same.

Taglist: @spideysimpossiblegirl @littlemisspascal @writer-darling  @avengetheunnatural @louderfortheback @currentobsessionrabbithole

#ezra x reader #ezra prospect #ezra x you #prospect 2018 #pedro pascal characters

[helloescapist]

okii, i'm ready to make a request now! just a reminder tthat u don't have to do it now - your health and the other works gotta come first yknow

anyways

Request (SFW, KNY):

you know how the spider mother in rui's family was technically a child demon forced to be a "mother" to demons who were older than her?

ok well what if she was somehow saved by a fem!uppermoon!reader who took her away from the abusive spider Family? What if Reader started acting as a mother figure to her? (poor kid seriously needs a better authority figure in her life than rui lmao)

Hello, hello!

I'm so sorry for how long it has taken me to get to this request anon. You are absolutely so sweet, and I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. This was a really interesting request, and one that had me really thinking. When this season aired, it honestly... left me with all the creepy crawlies thinking about the "Spider Mother". I hope you're ready for what I have in store for you.

A Thousand Summers | Spider Mother

Word Count: 2508?

Setting: fem!uppermoon!reader x spider mother [reader acts as an adopted mother]

Content Warning(s): hints of abuse (p and s), trauma, adoption

Summary: A child you had never intended to care for, but one you would protect at the cost of your own life.

A/N: I utilized details of the yokai Ubume, alongside the character of Queen Im Hwa-ryeong from the Queen’s Umbrella (one of my absolute favorite shows by the way).

Your throat seared, scratched upon the edge of a blade. The touch of iron that threatened your taste buds, hissed out curses that brought on the infinities. The past centuries near meaningless, as the screams that shattered your teeth. Her form, so petite beneath your gaze; the horror painted on her face as delicate as rouge. The quiver of her helianthus eyes, the fading of light in her maroon x-shaped irises as her sight met your own. Run, your senses screamed. The tears that threatened to spill over, the touch of the wind through her coffee bean hair, as rare as the imports that frequented Lord Muzan’s shop. Extravagant, run, her bangs curled to the edges of her face, the ends of her hair touched upon the highs of her cheeks. Youthful in her features, a child who had witnessed far more in this life and the last than your heart could ever hope to accept. Severed from humanity, painted in blood as the strands that stained the corner of your lips.  Seared your lungs, choked upon the air that hindered your breaths, the weapon lodged upon the shreds of your flesh. Her scream that vibrated through her ears, hollowed your heart as though someone had carved the organ from your chest cavity with a ladle as if the core still served a purpose. Though it had not filtered blood in generations, it was merely ornamental throughout the decades. Brought to life only at the sight of her tears. Run, p-, the tears that touched upon her eyelashes, as her knees met the soft earth beneath her. Fragile as the day you had met her. Please, your voice only left a desperate growl caught against the edge of the nichirin blade, as vibrant as sapphires beneath the moonlight. As otherworldly as the breathing technique that had captivated your flesh, claimed your throat. The strength of the wielder scented of fresh rain as his drawn eyes revealed his resolve. Determined to claim your life, the threads of your neck bone shattered against its drawn, his muscles pushed further and further, slowly but surely, forcing its way through the last shreds of skins that clung to your life. Your nails struggling to cling to the edges of existence leaving claw marks against the metal sheath. If only for a moment longer, clinging onto the frays of hope that she would find the legs beneath her, to flee from this battleground. From the Hashira, who’s expression was as vacant as death. His hair as black as the Demon Slayer’s crow feathers, the swordsman who would claim your life, an inevitable fate that you knew there was no escape, but if only for a moment, “C—Chi-n-natsu,” your voice a mangled scratch of a yowl, as pitiful as a cat in heat as your nails gathered at the blade, beckoning her sense to return to her. Your other hand struggling to clench the umbrella in your grasp, please, please, you have to run.

              Trembled as a leaf as her x shaped irises struggled to follow your voice through the fog of her fears. The tremor of her form, petite and small, tears that struggled past doll like eyelashes, and the small whimper of a sob that spilled through her lips. Reminiscent of the night you had happened upon her, three years ago.

The moonlight flickered amongst the mountains, peeked beneath the shadow of the trees. Illuminated the glow of the yellow tinted moon, ushered the depths of the night, whispered horrors beneath the flicker of glistened silk. The stench of blood littered amongst the ground, soaked into the depths of the soil. Tarnished the once substantial grounds, ushered no signs of life within the mountains rather only welcomed death upon its playground. Bodies twisted and mutilated and disfigured, crafted into various forms. Others dismembered, and askew from their natural forms. Tattered uniforms bearing the marks of the enemy’s insignia. The occasional monstrous creature that crept across Mount Un Natagumo. Lowly lifeforms that bore little speech, useless in deciphering the situation amongst the summits. Only the occasional arachnid is capable of the basic pattern of communication. Nothing tangible, or intellectual, rather a messenger of some patchwork family. Each step that followed your ascent into the depths of the mountains only validated Lord Muzan’s frustrations. Your intrusion upon the lower kizuki no mere mistake of wandering; each step intentional announcement upon the demons that masqueraded as a family. A vision amongst the moonlight, an unusual sight upon the foliage. Long hair that reflected the era you had ailed from when the veins in your body served a purpose. A time when your heart would beat, nearly a millennium ago. The antique charms weaved carefully into your hair. Adapt at having threaded the embellishments in your luscious hair, practices that had escaped the generations that had followed kept secret in your routines. No longer to recall a time in which the weight of the many layers of kimono you bore affected you, far too accustomed to the burden. Unable to even question if it had ever been a hinderance to your movements, unaffected in the way you maneuvered your form up the mountain regardless of the steep tread. The roll of your sleeves betraying a lifetime of extravagance, though you could no longer recall such days, finding only the occasional comfort in their weight. Familiar as the movement of your body, posed amongst the thorns, the veil of midnight kissed upon the sheen of your weimao shielding your from the repulsive manifestations of a child’s loneliness ran rampant into the night. None such daring to cross your path, only hindering the delivery of your lordship’s message.

   ��          That was until you happened upon a clearing, in which a woman adorned the marks of the lower Kizuki, the damning markings etched upon her face, the sorrow that filled her expression, the touch upon her features that beckoned you forward. The twitch of threads caught between her fingers, and at first, it was merely your intention to question where the kizuki could be found. To inquire upon his location and determine the state of matters upon the mountain—Lord Muzan was nearing his limits. His generosity for the creation of the child a whisper of pity, rumored amongst the Upper Moons. Details you rarely entertained, uninterested in the affairs of the lower ranks. They so very rarely remained in power that you had never considered committing their names to memory. Yet, when you had been introduced to the spider child, sparking a deeply buried desire, one that you could not place. Echoed faint memories of a past that resembled more of a daydream, but as the years had pass, the amusement of one so young. A child drunk on power, rampant to fabricate a family, to craft love, and trap those within his net. Desperate to cling to those around him, regardless of the cost sharing his art would damn him. Yes, you had merely intended to inquire as to how it she had come to be, your opportunity to inquire challenged by a predator that leapt from the shadows, and the eager way in which the woman greeted death. Her fingers free of the tangle of silk, eyelashes closed as though she whispered a prayer unheard by the gods, and for a shift of the years you had endured, the intrusion caught your interference. The twirl of your weimao beckoning for the drizzle of rain, illuminating an illusion as you pulled the woman’s kimono between your fingers, allowed her to dream of death, to utter the existence of the kizuki upon the mountain. Enough to send the young slayer deeper into the thicket of the trees. An illusion shattered by the startle state of your fingers touched upon a youthful cheek. The round high of her cheek distorted under the pad of your finger. The tremble of one so young, no more than a girl new to the world. New to the night. Tremoring beneath your touch, the tears that caught between her eyelashes. One so eager for death, a desperate plea that recoiled into itself. Revealed fear, and abuse in the way she dared to flinch from your grasp.

              No, the situation had been far from redeemable.

              The lower kizuki’s influence sponged from her pores beneath your own art, a tremble of bones and fragile regard.  Tears that caught on her long eyelashes, the tremble of her shoulders that curled down her spine far too willing to except a blow that you had not administered.

              And so, the young demon remained in your care. An added burden that you had not considered undertaking and yet for all your wandering had brought you, you had not the ability to push her form your care. Ushering her from the spider’s care as merely a mean’s to verify Rui’s failures. Your travels to his lordship having bonded you. The first night in which you had ushered her at an inn, further sponging the stench of the blood art that had morphed her body, manipulated her features. Matured her in ways that a child should never endure, the way her body had shuttered beneath your gentle touch, the tears that had found the corner of her eyes. Never daring to allow them to fall, far too anxious to reveal her own terror at your touch. Merely having intended to change her kimono, repulsed to see such exposure on one so young, her response leaving you only to withdraw your hand. Appraise the stutter of her voice. The occasional way her eyes found you in open defiance, ignorant of the way her body betrayed her aggression. Nor the confusion that found her large eyes upon your acceptance. Delicately folding the kimono inwards, before placing it before her. Urging her to change while you were out, your return upon wandering the gardens of the inn after a suitable amount of time, to find her curled up in the webs of a kimono that seemed nearly too big for her to shoulder. No—one in which she did not know how to adorn, the small chuckle that escaped your rouged lips. The little one before you resembling a little girl as she should, before she submitted to the well practice or your hands as you secured her belt properly. Far too aware of the bruises at her neck, nor the marks upon her thigh when she sat indignantly as children so often do.

              Nights spent at an arms’ length, though it never seemed enough. Only her curiosity gathering the better of her at times, to draw herself towards you if only to peer at the umbrella that you kept at your side. A knowing smile of a little girl who’s eyes found the embellishments from time to time. Enthralled, and perhaps dreaming of the day in which she too may wear one appropriately. Though you never revealed the way her eyes wandered to your own when she believed you ignorant.

              The night in which the fireflies fluttered amongst the summer’s breeze. A rare opportunity to enjoy her company in your own abode. One that you had garnished time after time, greeted in the way you had arrived from an upper moon’s meeting; his lordship especially temperamental at the advancement the Slayer Corps had managed in the prior weeks before dispatching Hantengu and Gyokko, and dismissing the remainder of you to await his commands. The little one, so quick to greet you. The shadow of who she once was left behind in the corners of the night. The smile she offered you as warm as one seeking praise from their mother. Tempting the touch of your hand as she beckoned you forward, wishing to share the growth of blossoms amongst the gardens. A skill she had accomplished under your care. The joy evident upon her features as her fingers found the petals of a small flower, chattering on without a care. Sharing everything the textbooks you had provided her had to share upon these specific species. The leaves of her tireless efforts tangled in a mass upon the growing tangles of her hair, oblivious as a child should be. Blissful of the care she had received, and eager to bask in your touch as you beckoned her to the veranda. Delicately obscuring locks from her face. The small touch of her hair caught against your fingers as she accepted your touch. Weary and fatigued from the chores of the day, fallen into the space upon your lap, curled up and secure. All evidence of who she had been, and what she had endured was erased from her features. “[LN], you’ll be going soon, won’t you.” The touch of her eyes, fallen to the lows of the garden, allowing your hands to continue to put aside her hair as you dusted the twigs and leaves from her mane.

              “Will you miss me?” You teased.

              “Ah, no I,” haughty at first before the uneasiness to gather into her features, “please, return home safe.”

              The small murmur of a hum as you accepted the depths of her sentiments, never openly acknowledging the way she waited for your return after each voyage. “You know, I’ve been thinking.” Allowing a gentle smile to touch upon your lips at the curious way her eyes glanced upon your own, peering up at you from your lap. “You have yet to think of a name.”

              “That,” she sighed before averting her eyes. Puffing her cheeks as though a means to pout before heaving her small breath. “I’ve no name. I-I must have, once, but…” The silence to fill the gaps, revealing the anxiety or perhaps the depths of her loss at the way her fingers clasped upon your kimono.

              Nodding only quietly, “Then perhaps, Chinatsu will do.”

“RUN,” You screamed, utilizing the remainder of your strength to frce upon your blood art. A flurry of rain that sent her reeling into the depths of the forest. The ache of your heart at the way she screamed upon your name, desperate to remain at your side. To greet death together, a fate you could never allow to come to pass. The slump of your form, and the limp regard of your nails as the blade slashed through, the Water Hashira capitalizing on your last attempt to send your child from your reach, if only to give her the chance to escape his clutches.

              The thud across the ground, and the metallic jingle of your ornaments were audible. Loud, in their revelation as was the sheath of the blade that had claimed your final moments. The touch of cold eyes that appraised you curiously, a life a millennium ago, and a child you had never carried to term, the wept of your tears, and the anguish of your final moments echoed upon your resolve as the smile that met your lips. Yes, Chinatsu. A name that uttered your wishes for a child you had claimed, a thousand summers would never be enough.

              Please, run, my love.

You can find the requested prequel here, A Thousand Dreams | Spider Mother.

#🍡tsuyospeaks #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #spider mother

[diaryofpetals-diariodepetalos]

Edible Wildflowers: A Forager's Guide for Uncertain Times

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In a world where economic stability can sometimes feel uncertain, it's essential to explore alternative sources of sustenance. Wildflowers, often overlooked, offer a surprising and potentially life-saving solution. In this blog post, we'll delve into a comprehensive guide to edible wildflowers that can be found in all 50 states of the USA. Additionally, we've compiled a list of engaging books on the subject for our Gen Z readers who are eager to learn more.

**Edible Wildflowers Across America:**

Before we dive into the list, it's crucial to practice responsible foraging. Make sure you:

1. **Identify Properly:** Be 100% certain of a flower's identity before consuming it. Field guides and apps can be helpful for this.

2. **Avoid Polluted Areas:** Only forage in clean, uncontaminated areas, far from roadsides and industrial areas.

3. **Sustainability:** Harvest in moderation, so you don't harm the local ecosystem.

**Edible Wildflowers List:**

1. **Dandelion (Taraxacum officinale):** Found throughout the United States, dandelions offer edible leaves, flowers, and roots. They can be used in salads, teas, or as a root coffee substitute.

2. **Violet (Viola spp.):** These lovely purple flowers are not only edible but also high in vitamin C. They can be used in salads or candied for desserts.

3. **Clover (Trifolium spp.):** The blossoms of clover are sweet and can be nibbled directly or used in salads and teas.

4. **Nasturtium (Tropaeolum majus):** Known for their peppery flavor, nasturtium flowers are excellent additions to salads and sandwiches.

5. **Daylily (Hemerocallis spp.):** These striking flowers have edible petals and can be used in stir-fries or salads.

6. **Chicory (Cichorium intybus):** The petals of chicory flowers can add a slightly bitter flavor to salads or used as a garnish.

7. **Elderflower (Sambucus spp.):** Elderflowers make delightful fritters and are used to make elderflower cordial and wine.

8. **Sunflower (Helianthus spp.):** Sunflower petals are edible and can be used in salads or as a garnish.

**Recommended Reading:**

1. **"The Forager's Harvest" by Samuel Thayer:** This comprehensive guide covers edible wild plants, including wildflowers, and how to responsibly harvest them.

2. **"The Wildcrafting Brewer" by Pascal Baudar:** Explore the art of brewing with wild ingredients, including edible wildflowers, in this creative guide.

3. **"Backyard Foraging" by Ellen Zachos:** Perfect for urban foragers, this book focuses on finding edible plants, including wildflowers, close to home.

4. **"Foraging California" by Christopher Nyerges:** If you're on the West Coast, this guide will help you discover a wide range of edible wildflowers in California.

As we navigate uncertain times, learning about edible wildflowers can provide an essential skillset for self-sufficiency. Remember to approach foraging responsibly and sustainably, respecting the natural world. With the right knowledge and respect for nature, you can transform wildflowers into delightful additions to your diet. Happy foraging!

I hope you enjoyed this post. Find me on Youtube and X @diaryofpetals or email me at [email protected]

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#flowers #botany #garden #old orchard beach #wildflowers #flores #jardines #texto de amor #mis notas #virales #viralpost #viral video #viral trends #viralpage #colors

[sugassetter]

❀ Helianthus | Toshinori Yagi x Reader ❀

a/n: It took me a while to come up with something for this collab and i am very nervous about it but I hope I did All Might justice,, If you want to read the work of other amazing writers, check out the masterlist 

Warnings: Depression, slight mention of abuse, Fluff

Word count: 1.3k 

Summary: Your past lover has left many scars on you. Yet, your loving husband has other plans for you. 

The morning sun shone through the closed blinds, causing various rays of sunlight to highlight your face. A quiet groan escaped your sore throat, a cause of barely hydrating and leaving your own room. You didn’t even bother opening a window. Instead you rolled over, your eyes closing to attempt to slip back into your peaceful dreams. Reality needed to be escaped and you were willing to make the sacrifice. Your husband had other plans with you. He wanted to show you that life can be beautiful even with the misfortunes happening. Sadness was temporary and he wanted you to achieve the happiness with him in your life. 

You had been in an abusive relationship with someone. That time Toshinori Yagi, your husband, was your closest friend. The one you trusted the most. You hadn’t kept your partner a secret from him. You couldn’t keep it to yourself. Fortunately, Toshinori decided to help you out in the process of moving your partner out of your life. It took you a long time but it was worth it. The constant abuse left you in a state of depression and insecurity. 

You thought you couldn’t love and trust ever again. The thought of any man near you terrified you. Toshinori had asked you out on a date one day and you could feel butterflies rise in your stomach. Deep down, you had always loved the former number one hero yet there was a feeling inside you that prevented you from admitting your feelings to him. 

Your date with him went well. You had expected to receive roses from the man but instead he arrived with multiple beautiful sunflowers. 

From then on, sunflowers became a symbol for your relationship. A lot of time passed and you felt better. You barely felt insecure anymore with your husband around. Until one day, your depression and insecurities hit you like a truck. Now you’ve been holed up in your room, specifically bed, and haven’t moved at all for the past 5 days. Your husband had decided to leave you be. He believed you’d be able to recollect yourself to the hardworking person you used to be. He was dead wrong. Toshinori tried getting you out of bed multiple times with different methods. Food, your favorite movie, chocolate. This time, he only sat at the end of the bed, staring at your form covered in blankets. “Love…Won’t you get up?” His voice spoke to you in a soft manner, trying to coax you into getting up and spending time with him. You only responded with a groan, shifting under the many blankets. “I miss you.” He spoke clearly, his hand resting on you. You turned around from your position facing the wall as you stared at him. A little smile formed on his face, glad he could capture your attention. “Aren’t you tired of laying in bed all the time, love? I’m sure you want to spend time together…” He quietly spoke, his hand reaching for yours as he intertwined them. You thought about it as you stared at your husband’s face. You knew something was up with you. You knew your depression came back. It was so very obvious. You also didn’t want to slip back into this state. You loved spending time with your husband and you definitely wanted to go back to your old stable self. Toshinori recognized those unsure eyes, the way they glinted with desire. Tears formed in your eyes, the thought of never being able to go back to normal terrifying you. As soon as he caught glimpse of the tears streaming down your face, he panicked and leaned forward as he pulled you into his embrace by your arms. “Let’s work on this together, love. I know we can. I’m your hero now.” He stated, a reassuring smile on his perfect face. You stared at him, more tears escaping your eyes as you nodded. 

The time went by and the two of you worked on getting you back to your hardworking, caring self. He did anything he could to help you. He spent hours in libraries to study up on depression and what to do about it. You felt yourself slowly going back to normal. It was little things little eating together and spending time together that made it easy for you. You had your bad days but you easily overcame them with the help of your loving Husband. 

You two were now spending time on the couch, your favorite movie playing and your favorite snacks being devoured by you in just a few minutes. It was little things like that you loved doing with him and he did too. “Y/N.” He suddenly spoke, making you stop shoving another chip in your mouth and paying attention to him instead of the movie. “I’m proud of you. You worked really hard.” He pressed several kisses across your face with every word he spoke. “It was because of you, Toshi.” You replied without batting an eye, surprising him and causing a mild blush across his pale cheeks. “I wanted my wife back. I love you, always.” That made you stop entirely, your eyes widening at him. It’s been a while since he said it and you surely didn’t expect it. He suddenly stood up, moving towards the kitchen. You were about to turn around when he spoke up. “Don’t look yet. It’s a surprise.” He laughed softly, the laugh you loved the most. He stepped into your line of view again, one of his arms behind his back. “What have you got there, Toshi?” You asked innocently, knowing it was something for you. It made you feel a little cocky to be honest. He stood right in front of you by now, his arm slowly moving towards you. In his hands he was holding a bouquet of sunflowers. Your eyes gawked at it, comprehending it as a smile spread on your face. You were about to thank him when he reached into his pocket, pulling a small silver box out. “We’re already married, Toshi.” You joked, laughing softly. His smile only got wider as he stared at you with pure admiration. The way your dimples show when you laugh and the way your hair is perfectly in place. The sunlight shone right in your face, like it did months ago, but this time it was different. You were who you wanted to be and it was thanks to him you could. “Then it’s about time you call me Yagi, isn’t it, love?” You blushed at that. You were always too nervous to call him but right now you were weirdly excited. He gave you the box first, watching you open it as your eyes sparkled at the item in it. It was a beautiful sunflower necklace with bright colors. Just the right item for summer, you thought. Then he handed you the sunflowers and you took them gladly. They always smelled so good and they were so soothing for your nerves. “Do you know the meaning of sunflowers, Y/N?” You stared at him, a smile decorating your, in his opinion, perfect face. “admiration and gratitude.” Both of you stated in unison, laughing at yourselves. You set the bouquet down, attempting to put the necklace on. He took hold of it and told you to turn around, putting it on for you. “I am no hero anymore. Just a teacher and a husband. But I’m glad I could spend my time with you.” He stated and you recognized that tone. He was kind of upset about not being able to be a hero anymore. “But Tosh-- Yagi, you’re my hero. You saved me in a way no one else could. Thank you, my wonderful and loving hero.” You whispered, leaning in for the long awaited kiss as your necklace glistened in the sunlight. 

#server collab #flowers #sunflower #Helianthus #fluff #tw: abuse #tw: depression #simpingh0e #toshinori yagi x reader #toshinori yagi #all might

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

the humans having le romantic candlelit dinner with their S/O, only to have them randomly caress their face/hold their hand while talking?

(GFL/Genshin Impact) Kalina, Angelia, Helianthus, Ayaka, Lisa, Ei, Xinyan, Shenhe, Yelan, and Candace having a romantic dinner with their S/O

SURPRISE GENSHIN ADDITION THINK FAST CHUCKLENUTS-

Personally, Kalina thinks the candles are cheesy as hell, but it's the thought that counts!

As she's talking about something amusing that happened while she was with the Commander, S/O's hand suddenly brushes across her cheek.

Kalina completely freezes up. Her cheeks heat up rapidly but allows S/O's hand to remain.

(Kalina) "Uh...! S-Sorry, you messed my up my train of thought, heh..."

She giggles and playfully leans into their hand.

Angelia isn't one to care about grandiose displays, but a candlelit dinner? That had to be commended at least.

She's in the middle of regaling S/O about some of her more amusing missions, until S/O's hand brushes across her prosthetic.

Angelia couldn't feel anything, but she knew the loving intention was there.

(Angelia) "...Dumbass, you know I can't feel anything there already."

Angelia is blushing madly while her other hand squeezes S/O's, feeling the warmth around it.

Helianthus finds the romantic gesture touching. (she's squealing about it on the inside.)

She's enjoying the atmosphere and the meal S/O prepared and chatting about nothing in particular.

Her entire body stiffens when S/O gently wipes off a crumb on her cheek, their hand staying after the fact.

(Helianthus) "A-Ah...S/O?...Hm, don't pull away."

She quickly relaxes into their touch, her own hand keeping S/O's from moving.

Ayaka's heart is about to burst from her chest seeing the table S/O prepared.

She is giggling almost the entire time with glee. Honestly, she's about ready to ask S/O to marry her on the spot.

Doubly so when S/O reaches for her face, gently holding it.

(Ayaka) "S/O...If I may be selfish for just a moment?"

Ayaka takes their hand off, only to kiss the top of their fingers, and put their hand back onto her cheek, keeping it there tightly.

Oh, Lisa absolutely loves the candle dinner.

Now this was how you captured a woman's heart properly.

Lisa's smile grew bigger, feeling their hand brush across her cheek.

(Lisa) "My, how daring, S/O.~ I like it."

Lisa winked at S/O as her head tilted to rest further into their hand, feeling the softness of their palm.

Ei is quite confused at the setup of the candles on their dinner table.

Was this a ritual? She hadn't seen this before, so probably not? After finding out it was exclusively for her, Ei gives a soft smile.

Her eyes widen in surprise when S/O's hands reach for hers.

(Ei) "Ah...If you wished to hold my hands, you can ask to do so."

Ei happily takes their hand with a firm yet loving hold and continues to tell S/O a lighthearted story from her past.

Xinyan's words get caught in her throat as she sees the elaborate setup just for her.

She quickly accepts the dinner and sits down across from S/O, the volume of her voice echoing in the room as she gets more and more excited.

Her entertaining story screeches to a halt when S/O's hand gently brushes against her cheek, making Xinyan freeze.

(Xinyan) "H-Hey now! Why did you have to go and make me lose my train of thought...?"

Xinyan pouts a little, but does not move to shove their hand away, instead she subtly moved closer into their palm.

Shenhe's eyes blink in surprise at the candles. At first she thinks the dinner is an exorcism until S/O explains.

Nodding in stoic affirmation, she sits down and thanks S/O for the meal.

Shenhe asked S/O what the purpose of a candlelit dinner was, and instead of a verbal answer, S/O's hands held her face with a loving caress.

(Shenhe) "...This does not answer my question."

Her curious expression makes S/O laugh before explaining it was simply because they loved her. Now, she understands.

Yelan was impressed by the fancy dinner.

It was a little too gaudy for her personal taste, but hey, no complaints from her!

Yelan was simply telling S/O about her day before she felt their hand grasp hers and hold it tightly, the loving gesture making her hum in delight.

(Yelan) "You really know how to pull the heartstrings, don't you S/O?"

Yelan lets out a beautiful chuckle before holding S/O's hand just as tightly back.

Candace usually doesn't care exactly what she eats, since being in the desert, you ate what you could get.

But seeing the table so lovingly put together by S/O, complete with candles, it was hard to say no.

She is about to thank S/O before they extended their hand on top of hers, letting it rest comfortably there.

(Candace) "Next time you wish to have dinner like this, please allow me to help. And...Thank you, my love."

Candace closes her eyes and moves to sit next to S/O, letting their hands intertwine as she rests her head against their shoulder.

#girls' frontline x reader #genshin impact x reader #kalina x reader #angelia x reader #helianthus x reader #ayaka kamisato x reader #lisa minci x reader #ei x reader #xinyan x reader #shenhe x reader #yelan x reader #candace genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline headcanons #kalina gfl #angelia gfl #helianthus gfl #ei raiden #xinyan #lisa minci #ayaka kamisato #shenhe genshin impact #yelan genshin impact #candace genshin impact

[sadsimp]

Deryl x Reader

Boy am I on a roll today. Can you tell I love this game?

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I grip the edges of the bento boxes and glance around the lunchroom looking for him. He’s a big guy with an even bigger personality, so it’s hard to miss him. My eyes dart from person to person, trying to find the bright green jacket with yellow accents. 

I start to second guess myself, I shouldn’t have done this. This was an awful idea, of course the one day I don’t embarrass, he isn’t in sight. I sigh in defeat and find a seat in the corner. I set the bentos down next to me and open up my own disappointed. 

Why is my way of saying, ‘I like you’, sharing my home cooked food with him? Why did I chose this the way to confess? Why do my nerves have to get the best of me?

As I continue to sulk and drown in my thoughts, his voice cheers out. My eyes immediately light up and I finally spot him. He’s with his friends, they’ve always seemed nice but I’m way too scared to go up to them when they’re all together. Today was supposed to be different though, maybe it still can be? 

I take a deep breath and wait for him to sit down. My hands start to sweat as I go to stand up from the chair, and I stop myself. He seems happy…I shouldn’t bother him while he’s with his friends. That’s rude right? No, I’m offering him food, that’s not rude…right? 

I gaze at him as he quickly finishes his food and chats quite loudly with his friends. I take another deep breath and finally stand up, grabbing the bentos with me. It’s now or never. 

I slowly drag myself up to him and his group of friends, trying not to let the bentos slip from my sweaty hands and not trip. I shake my head to rid the anxious thoughts. As I make my way over to him, his eyes glance over to me before gifting me a bright smile. 

My eyes widen a little and I smile back shyly. I make it up to him and hold out the bentos I made. “Deryl..? You said you’re always up for food right? Well I had extras and thought you might like them…” I mutter to him, the butterflies in my stomach swirling around. 

He lights up, “Really?!” He rejoices and holds out his hands. “What is it? What is it? Thank you! Thank you!” I hand him the bentos and chuckle at his excitement. He’s like a giant star, that’s what I like about him.

He hurriedly opens the boxes up and starts to eat what I made. I stand beside him awkwardly before he pauses and laughs. “Sorry! Here, sit with us!” He pulls out a seat for me and pays it excitedly. I grin as my face heats up and I sit down next to him. “Thank you again! This is amazing!” He compliments, beaming radiantly at me and my cooking. 

“I’m glad you liked it…” I smile at him proudly and enjoy the rest of lunch. 

#the kid at the back vn #the kid at the back #tkatb vn #deryl helianthus #deryl x reader

[morallyinept]

Silver - An Ezra One Shot ☔

Written for @undercoverpena 's April Showers Challenge ☔ April Showers Challenge Masterlist Thanks Jojobean for putting this together! 🥰 This is Helianthus Ezra <- You may want to read that story first for context, but you can read this as a stand alone. 🌻

Summary: A heavy rainfall gives Ezra some time for some cleansing contemplation.

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader in terms of ethnicity. It’s you, bub. However, Reader has hair and is pregnant.)

Word Count: 3k

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️ “Don't hurt me, cadejo."

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.  

Warnings/Triggers: Brief mention of genitals and unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/some heavy petting/it's mostly fluff - you're pretty safe.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned. 

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: Ezra in the rain. 'Nuff said. ☔

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Enjoy! 🖤

As Ezra works diligently outside the weathered homestead, his singular arm deftly manoeuvring rustic tools and materials spread out before him, he can't help but notice the subtle shifts in the atmosphere around him. 

A change that sends a ghostly shiver down the back of his bronzed, sweat-damp neck. The once clear sky, so often dominated by the relentless blaze of the imposing sun, now bears the telltale signs of an impending storm.

The air, previously heavy with the oppressive heat of a stifling midday, now crackles with a newfound electricity - a palpable energy that seems to dance upon the incoming breeze. The usual azure canopy giving way to ominous, dark clouds, heavy with the promise of rain, swirl and gather on the horizon, their billowing forms casting shadows upon the vast sunflower field below at the bottom of the rugged slope. 

With a sense of anticipation tingling in the air, Ezra pauses in his work, his keen gaze scanning the horizon. 

He can feel the distant rumble of thunder, a low and steady drumbeat that heralds the storm's advance.

"It appears that nature, in its infinite wisdom, deems fit to grace us with the spectacle of a storm," he continues over his shoulder, a hint of anticipation colouring his words. "After enduring the relentless ardour of the sun's embrace for so long, the prospect of rainfall is a welcome respite indeed, eh?"

"Ah, Birdie, do you perceive the portent of the tempest that approaches?"

Ezra's voice, rich with the cadence of his Southern prose, carries through the weathered homestead as he steps across the creaky veranda admiring the view.

Perched atop a gentle hill, overlooking the vast expanse of the sunflower field, stands a weather-beaten homestead - a relic of a forgotten era, its timeworn facade bearing the scars of countless seasons.

Ezra's left hand, calloused from turns spent toiling under the unrelenting sun, moves with purpose over his glistening forehead as he speaks.

His eyes attend to the final details of the homestead's restoration, alight with a quiet fervour, flickering with a mixture of determination and contentment as he surveys his handiwork.

With its timbers bleached to a mottled gray hue and its roof adorned with moss and spackled patches of alien lichen, it seems to blend seamlessly into the landscape, as if it’s grown organically from the turf itself.

When you’d both happened upon it, your excitement unable to be quelled by your rambunctious ramblings about making it a permanent home, Ezra was only amiably ambivalent to give it to you. 

The homestead's walls, once painted a cheerful hue, now bear the faded remnants of its former glory, peeling and flaking with age. The windows, their panes cloudy and streaked with grime, offer glimpses of the world of endless golden sunflowers swaying gently in the breeze.

Outside, a sagging veranda extends from the front of the homestead, its wooden planks warped by years of exposure to the elements. A rusted metal railing, twisted and bent with age, offers a precarious perch from which to survey the surrounding countryside.

A rusted wood-burning stove stands in one corner, its flue choked with soot and ash, an artefact of a time when warmth and comfort were still to be found within these walls.

Inside bears the unmistakable signs from rotations of neglect and disrepair left by its previous occupants. The floorboards are worn smooth by years of use and groaning underfoot, their once-lustrous finish now dulled by layers of dust and dirt.

Cobwebs hang from the rafters like ghostly draperies, their delicate strands shimmering in the dim light that filters through the cracks in the walls.

It’s a far cry from any modern amenity found back on The Pug. But that’s what makes it perfect, timeless. A piece of history tucked away in quiet surroundings where nature can provide any shortfall. 

Ezra can clearly see the sunflower field stretching out before him; a sea of golden blooms swaying gently in the breeze. And he remembers that night you both made love amongst them on, what was supposed to be, a pitstop, but has now become an extended stay, possibly for the remainder of your lives, he suspects.

He recalls, with a smile, sleeping within the cradle of their thick stalks as you both watched the cosmos glitter above you, stars pirouetting in a nebulous sea of gases and mesmeric twinkles. 

And as he stands here, taking a beat and surrounded by the weather-aged remnants of the homestead, Ezra feels a sense of determination welling up within him. For in this forgotten curio overlooking the sunflower field on the cosy planet you’re now passing off as a dwelling, he sees not just a crumbling ruin, but a blank canvas upon which to paint a brighter future - a restful sanctuary amidst the lonely ruins, surrounded amongst the golden helianthus.

"Oi." He calls out when he notices you haven’t crept out to his call, a note of concern carving into his twang. “Do you heed, Birdie?”

There’s no response, no indication that you’ve heard his words. 

Ezra turns his back on the encroaching swell, stepping inside to find you nestled amongst a tangle of faded quilts and worn blankets; your hand resting gently upon your swollen belly, cradling the precious life growing within as you sleep.

It’s only then, as he watches your peaceful expression and listens to the steady rhythm of your breathing, that he realises the truth - you’ve been asleep all along, lost in dreams far away from his excitement amidst the gathering storm.

He reaches out to stroke your hair, and Ezra's gaze falls upon the empty space where his arm should be. A peculiar feeling as he swears he can feel his fingers brush against your skin before the obvious realisation settles in.

It’s a stark reminder of the sacrifice he’d made back on the Green Moon, a price in exchange for an extension of his grubby mortality. One, he pertains, was worth the occasional bouts of twisting nerve pain and the sensation of a phantom limb, for it led him back home to you. 

Ezra feels a surge of protectiveness wash over him. He vows to keep you safe here, to shelter you from the storms that’ll rage outside, to provide for you and his unborn child with all the strength and courage he can muster. But with only one arm, that could well prove a difficult task to fulfil in its entirety. 

Frowning, Ezra soon finds himself grappling with an ugly companion of unwelcome trepidation - a fear that gnaws at the edges of his bolshie consciousness, threatening to consume him with its insidious whispers of doubt.

How would you both manage, he wonders, in a world devoid of modern medicine and the reassuring presence of skilled healers?

But your stubbornness always stunts practicality, and ordinarily he revels in it, encouraging it to some degree with a lust for zealous menace. But now there’s more than just the pair of you and your reckless abandon.

He determines he’ll visit The Pug again soon to stock up on further supplies - trade some of the pilfered loot of Aurelac he'd hidden in the floorboards - and obtain another book amongst the necessities.

Most evenings, after his work on the repairs are completed, Ezra finds himself pouring over the instructional text, swotting up and absorbing its teachings with a fierce intensity.

He reads of the stages of labour, of the signs to watch for and the actions to take in the event of complications, often reading them aloud to you in fascination at how the vestige of your womb works. 

And each day that time draws nearer, the opportunity for flight back to The Pug to the birthing pools snipped down to the fraying edges. You’re determined to have the babe here, in the sanctuary of your new home together; your confidence in him resolute, despite his own, insipid questioning of it. 

Each word is a reassuring lifeline as he prepares himself for the role he’ll inevitably play in the birth of his child. But even as he immerses himself in the knowledge contained within the pages of the book, a persistent sense of doubt lingers on the fringe of Ezra's consciousness, refusing to be dispelled.

What if he isn't up to the task? What if he fails you in your time of need?

The fingers on his remaining hand brush over your brow line gently, and Ezra smiles. 

“Dream irreverently of me, Pet.” He smirks.

His thoughts are dispelled by a rumbling crack across the sky, and the heavy fall of the rain that soon succeeds it. An ember of longing ignites within Ezra's chest, drawing him inexorably towards the siren song outside. 

He steps back out onto the creaking veranda, bewitched by the ethereal allure of the cooling rain. The heavens weep, Kevva’s tears of liquid silver cascade from the graphite velvet sky. Raindrops, like crystalline jewels, dance upon the lackadaisical frame of the shelter, their gentle pitter-patter a soothing to his weary heart.

Ezra is soon greeted by the primal fury of the storm as it breaks fully, the rain cascading down in torrents; a deluge of liquid life upon the parched soil. Yet amidst the chaos, there’s a profound serenity - a tranquil beauty about it that transcends the tumultuous cacophony of the wild elements.

With measured steps, Ezra ventures forth into the heart of the spate, his senses awash with the intoxicating scent of petrichor and misty ozone.

He stands fully exposed to the ire of the rainfall, his face upturned towards the heavens; a lone figure bathed in the pewter glow of the downpour.

With eyes closed, allowing the cool rivulets to trace delicate paths down his, sweaty, parched skin, their touch is akin to the tender brush of silk against his flesh.

Ezra feels the weight of the world fall away, replaced by a profound sense of liberation. The rain washes over him like a baptismal benediction, cleansing out the hollows of his bones from doubt and despair.

He snorts, a light awed chuckle escaping him only to be swallowed up by the splinters ripping across the sky.

The rain whispers rejuvenating secrets in his ears, its symphony filling the void left by the silence of space. The lightning strobes blind him, leaving him with a flux of glittery phosphenes to die out behind the thin membrane of his eyelids.

He’s a neutron star imploding, leaving shattered stellar remnants that incapacitate and crack through the universe.

As the rain descends into a softened cascade upon the sunflower field, each golden bloom bows gracefully beneath the weight of the droplets, their vibrant petals glistening with moisture that refract the skewbald light piercing through the clouds in small, bullion slithers.

As he stands amidst the silver downpour, Ezra feels as though he's been reborn - a creature of pure sensation, unbound by the constraints of mortal flesh.

The rain soaks through his tattered clothes, plastering them to his skin in a sodden embrace, rinsing off the cares and worries of the world like so many whispered secrets carried away on the wind.

With each passing moment, the weight of his burdens seem to lift entirely for a few moments, mind blank with the rhythmic patter of raindrops falling against the earth, becoming a symphony of release, a melody of liberation that echoes in the depths of his soul.

With a smile playing at the corners of his lips, imbued with restoration, he hears his name emerge from the veranda, and turns to see you standing on it with a bemused expression lighting up your sleepy features. 

His raggedy moustache is now adorned with tiny droplets of rain, glimmering at you as they catch the dim light, like coveted, precious gems taunting you with their expense. The stark blonde patch in his hair is stuck to his forehead; his crown of usual oil-slick waves soaked and pressed flat against his temples.

His outline seems to blur and shift with the movement of the rain, casting an amaranthine aura around him; his usually sharp features softened by the gentle glow of the storm.

His dark eyes, usually filled with a quiet determination, now sparkle with a sense of wonder and joy, reflecting the beauty of the moment back to you.

But it’s more than just his appearance that captivates you, leaving your breath floundering in your throat - it’s the way he stands there, amidst the storm, with an air of quiet confidence and strength.

“Majestic, isn’t it, Pet?” He simply calls to you as your smile grows. “Come on,” he sways, his fingers beckoning you with a simple flicker. "Come kiss me in the rain!"

It’s a beguiling command, one that carries the weight of swampy desire, pulling you towards him with an irresistible force. 

Your bare feet squelch into the soil as you start forward, the rain soaking you instantly as you make your way towards him, all recesses of your sleep left in the warmth of the cosy homestead.

You laugh out, cackling and cooing as it pelts you, and he wraps his arm around you as raindrops blind you momentarily. Insidious, thick fingers roam over your lower back, pushing you closer to him.

The rain continues to fall around you both as Ezra pulls you in, its cool touch mingling with the warmth of your embrace. With a gentle yet firm grasp, he tucks you tight, his hand sliding down to rest against the small of your back, the globe of your tummy pressed into his.

Your lips meet in a haunting, tender kiss, each movement slow and deliberate as you savour the enticing sweetness of the moment. His lips are soft against yours, slanting with a gentle rhythm that seems to echo the pelt of raindrops all around.

His hand is still there, tethering you with his gravity, and you feel yourself relax, the hunch in your back and tension in your shoulders start to drop as you focus on his thumb moving up across your hip bone.

A little, tantalising circle or two before you feel his hand slowly make its way up around your back, and it leaves goose pimples flooding over your body, streaming towards your nipples as they harden.

The cold tingling wakes them up and they ache with the heavy pull inside them as his fingers trail up the back of your neck against your slick skin, groping and melding to the skin in your nape.

Feasting on his inflected tongue, gorging on loquacious groans that hit the back of your oesophagus, you clutch onto him tighter; your own hands roaming the map of broad shoulders, pudgy hips and finding a hard, swollen cock between his legs as you squeeze gently. 

His fingers are then felt running down your back again a few seconds later, and once more the pull on your nipples is tightening as they strain, begging to be touched, licked, sucked...

Your gasped breaths mingle in the cool air, warm and inviting, as you both lose yourselves in the explorative intimacy of the kiss.

Then he stops touching you, denying you of any more contact, and you let out a barely audible whimper as you mourn the loss. Of course it's swallowed up by his mouth, but it doesn't stop it from coming out of you.

You then feel Ezra squeeze your ass, and you can't help but let a smirk erupt into freedom as he clamps a hold of it and massages it inside his hand as he dips his hips, making you feel him press against your centre.

He grunts as he nips on your lip and slips his tongue further around your mouth. You stay locked at the lips until you shudder as the cold starts to nip at your bones.

“We’ve lingered long enough in this spectacle.” He breathes, eyes dark and as foreboding as the storm. “Let’s shed our soaked garments in the warmth.” Ezra smiles, leading you back towards the homestead. 

With a playful glint in his eyes, Ezra can't resist flashing you a mischievous grin as you make your way back inside from the rain-soaked veranda.

"You know," he begins, his voice low and teasing in its tincture, "they say sharing the abundance of body heat is the best way to stay warm."

He waggles his arched eyebrows suggestively, his gaze dancing with amusement as he watches your reaction. "What do you say, Birdie? Shall we put that theory to the test?" 

He pulls you back towards him, peeling you out of the saturated layers clinging to your skin.

"You just want an excuse to cuddle." You smirk, completely naked before him.

Ezra chuckles, wrapping his arm around your bare shoulders and pulling you close. 

“You know how to charm the pants off of me.” You smirk.

"Guilty as charged," he admits with a serpent-like grin, pressing a kiss to the top of your wet head. "But who can resist the chance to snuggle up with someone as lovely as you? I can't help but be drawn to you.”

He looks down at your body, the shapely swell of your belly, eyes trailing over the fullness of your breasts, hungrily. “You have this... glow about you, like moon bugs on a summer's night.”

He runs his palm along the expanse of your belly, stroking across it gently.

“Quite literally,” he agrees, nodding to them on the floor with cocksure mirth. 

You pull his sodden clothes off into squelchy piles on the floorboards as you step backwards, pulling him with you until the backs of your calves hit the bed frame. 

He sniffs in deep and smiles. “I love the scent of petrichor, don’t you?”

“It smells almost as good as you.” You say. 

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Pet.” He confirms with a crooked grin as he places your hand on his cock, groaning as your fingers curl around his throbbing length. 

Ezra pulls you on top of him, explorative fingers knotting in the wet stands of your hair as he sinks into you. Exhales a deep, satisfied grunt pushed into your lips as he breaches the warm depths of your soaked cunt. 

You both spend the remainder of the storm tangled up in skins and blankets, stopping intermittently to watch the thrashing spectacle refresh the land and sunflowers outside the homestead.

Thanks so much for reading - I have more Helianthus Ezra to come in the future. If you enjoyed this fic, please consider re-blogging and leave a comment telling me your thoughts. Thankies! 🖤

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[imagine-jeeperscreepers]

How would you being his mate and you asking him to breed you go down? Like telling him you want to try for young with him?

Ohhohohoh

It was nerve-wracking, but you wanted it so badly. You had been with him long enough and he had never once had the intention on hurting you: It was clear to see with how gentle he treated you and how he trusted you with so many things. You had admitted you loved him so long ago, and you were ready to take it to the next step. The only question that was on your mind, that initially gave you the nerve-wracking fear, was.... was he ready for it?

“Ah… uh… Creeper?” You utter as you enter the workshop, that old cob-web covered phonograph of his playing that one song you knew he loved, and would probably never stop listening to. You peek around, trying hard to not look at the hanging cadavers that were stitched together along the walls and ceiling. Many could have looked at the bodies and seen only torture and sadism, but you knew there was much more of a reason for him to keep the bodies so pristine like that.

He sat at his work bench as usual, a soft growl emitting from him with the slight turn of his head gave you an indication that he was listening to you as the song came to an end, now spinning soundlessly around and around. He had stopped working on what seemed to be yet another throwing star, using the bones of some poor soul who fell victim to him. Sometimes you were thankful that he chose you to be his mate. You didn’t want to imagine being part of his collection of bodies.

You took a deep breath and began to walk over, taking a seat next to him on the extra stool that was set at the table. You had his full attention now, a curious sound escaping him as he watched you.

“So, I wanted to ask you something that…. I don’t know how you’ll feel about,” You began,”you don’t have to make up your mind now, either!” You quickly throw out, fidgeting with your hands. You looked up at him, his expression giving you a look of confusion before he slightly tilted his head to the side, emerald green eyes staring back at you quietly. Eyes you knew once belonged to someone else, but they fit so perfectly for him...

“You gonna leave me hangin’ like that?” He whispered in that raspy voice you hardly ever heard him use, causing you to slightly shiver.

“I just… wanted to know…” You reached for his hand, gently grabbing a hold of it, feeling the slick, reptilian-esque skin you came to enjoy, “how would you feel if I said I wanted… to... take it to the next step with you? Like... having.. kids?”

You could feel him tense, even if it was for a mere moment, your heart nearly sunk at the idea he didn’t like the thought you had presented until he grabbed your hand within his, his other hand moving up, gently caressing your cheek.

“Kids, huh?” he mumbled, leaning forward until his forehead was touching yours, eyes locked on each other, unblinking. You weren’t sure what he weas going to say, and God were you hoping he’d say yes. “… Did you wanna get started right now, or did you wanna wait a bit~?” His response made you laugh as he also began to kiss at your neck, hands resting on your hips.

Seemed that he wasn’t going to be working on any weapons anytime soon.

#hello-helianthus #I decided to write a thingy for this one!! #Cause it seemed more like a short story than a headcanon list haha #Creeper x Reader #I hope I did this right hhh #it has been forever since I wrote something !!!

[littlemisspascal]

Ezra’s Journal Entries #4-6

Fandom: Prospect / Pedro Pascal

Pairing: Ezra x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,133

Summary:  I don’t deserve you, little love of mine. Not one damn piece of you.

Warnings: angsty fluff, night terrors, PTSD, Ezra dealing with the aftermath of the Green, language, 1st person POV (Ezra), dialogue in italics because that’s just how I chose to do it, overuse of space metaphors, no beta so all mistakes are mine

Author Note: As always, thank you readers for your support! All the love to each one of you! Hope you like these new segments 💖

Entries #1-3 #7-9

Cross-posted on AO3

Look for additional notes at the bottom.

I feel a little less torn after speaking with Cee, hearing her voice crackling across the radio regale me with details of her current studies at Cero Tol, the latest novel she’s devouring, the daytrip she made to Lao to collect shells for an art project—it reminds me there was a sliver of profound goodness to come out of my otherwise disastrous journey to the Green. She rambles and babbles and laughs at her tongue’s inability to keep up with all she has to share. Her soul has found exactly what it has always yearned for: a life of her own making.

For all that she lost on the Green, she has adapted to her new path and overcome every obstacle with the same bullheaded determination a helianthus possesses. Never losing sight of her goals just as the flower never loses sight of the sun. 

I must admit I’d been reluctant to split ways with her after our perilous escape from the Green—after all, nothing bonds people together faster than the collaboration of slicing off an arm and creaming the gaping wound shut, then immediately engaging in a bloody conflict with heavily armed mercs—but she deserved better than to live a floater’s life tainted by a lack of morals and the uncertainty of not knowing if she would survive from one sunrise to the next.

She deserved to live a life amongst her own peers. To rouse that spark of creativity her father tried to extinguish. To turn gold in all the ways I cannot. 

Sending her to school was worth every point and credit we managed to scrape together. Still, I remember how bittersweet it felt watching that little bird, ever so fearless in the face of sudden change, march right up the ramp of the freighter at the Pug, determined to make me and you proud by excelling at the academy. Standing amongst the sea of parents waving goodbye to their children, I wrapped my arm around your waist, rested my head atop yours, and forced myself to swallow a harsh pill of truth.

With or without me in her life, Cee is going to be just fine.

I remember how you swung our linked hands as we walked back to our ship, your sweet voice a soothing balm easing the ache of my melancholic heart. Ezra, she’s fierce and bold and strong. That little golden child is going to have her name written in the stars one day.

Kevva do I hope I live to see your vision come true.

First thing I remember noticing about you was your eyes. Remember how I caught you staring at me from across the bar? You looked at me like I was your North Star pointing you home, like I was something shiny and special. You scared the fuck out of me. It’s the worst thing I ever thought, but it’s true. I would have fled the scene if your gaze hadn’t anchored my soul. 

You introduced yourself, and I knew goodbye would never be a word exchanged between us. No, we became a pair of binary stars, constantly orbiting each other round and round, hello again and see you soon. Falling in love with you was inevitable. The Currents designed you perfect for me. Designed you with meteorite in your bones and sunlight on your lips and all the constellations sparkling in your eyes. There is no grander form of paradise than to feel you beneath my hand. There is no comparison. No second place contender. Just you, your tender heart, and the galaxies you contain. 

Sometimes, late at night when you’re asleep and my thoughts are too loud for my head, I stare at the ceiling and speculate about alternate verses. Verses starring another me and another you crisscrossing each other’s paths as we’re pulled across the galaxy by our heartstrings. Somewhere, there is another me who never escapes the ruthlessness of the Green and breathes my last with Inumon’s knife in my lungs. Another me who will never know the emotional and physical anguish that accompanies the loss of a limb. Another me who pulls the thrower’s trigger without hesitation, firing a shot between the wide eyes of an innocent girl. Another me who ignores the temptation of harvesting aurelac in hopes of making a reputable name for myself. 

Somewhere, there is another me who ran away from another you.

And it pains me to wonder if perhaps you’re happier never knowing me.

I speculate about those two most of all.

I woke up to screaming. My mind was a tangled mess, caught between the thin barriers separating reality from dreamscape, and I was truly convinced my head would explode from the noise. Inumon wouldn’t stop screaming no matter how hard I squeezed my fingers, no matter how much of my bulk I pressed down upon her. It’s me! She wailed like an animal in a trap, sensing impending doom but unable to flee from it. It’s me, it’s me, it’s me! Please, Ezra!

A thought crossed my mind, as sudden and blinding as a shooting star streaking through the midnight sky, and I found myself incapable of ignoring it. How does she know my name? I had cloaked my identity using a dead man’s name. It wasn’t feasible for her to know the truth or for the sound of my name coming out of her mouth to set my skin aflame. 

There aren’t words to describe the horror which consumed me when I looked down upon your tear-stained face. 

My mama once told me everybody’s a sinner. We have wickedness embedded in our cells from womb to tomb. It buries its roots deep, resistant to our attempts to rid ourselves of its corruption, and waits for the precise moment to inflict pain upon those we love most. Those who choose to love us despite the warning signs.

In the aftermath, when my fucking fingerprints were smudged across your throat blue and purple, you held me like I was a human and not a monster or a vexation or a broken thing to toss aside. I couldn’t stop trembling, couldn’t stop my mind from conjuring a torturous loop of what ifs. 

What if I hadn’t stopped myself? What if you hadn’t broken the nightmare’s spell? What if your last word had been my name? 

Hush, you whispered. My tremors worsened upon hearing the raspy quality of your voice and you pressed your lips to my forehead. An undeserved benediction. I’m here. You haven’t lost me. 

I don’t deserve you, little love of mine. Not one damn piece of you. If I could I’d give you the whole galaxy, but I only have one hand and it terrifies me to risk letting you go. Forgive me, please, for asking you to stay with me.

Forgive me for how much I dearly love you.

Notes:

Cero Tol is a made up academy based on Cerro Tololo Inter-American Observatory located in Chile. 

Lao is an island planet(?) mentioned in Prospect. Damon tells Cee she was born there.

Helianthus is the genus for sunflowers. I liked the fanciness of it 🙂

Points were referenced in Prospect as a type of currency. Credits are a Star Wars form of currency that I thought would also be fitting to use.

Binary Stars =  a system of two stars in which one star revolves around the other or both revolve around a common center.

I like to think there are alternate realities or a multiverse. It’s fun to imagine all the different possibilities another me is experiencing. 

I don’t think I’ll ever understand why guns in Prospect are called throwers, but that’s what the creators decided so that’s the terminology I’ll use too.

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[sherrybaby14]

Sneaky Steve

Requests:  I saw your requests are open, I’d love to request a fix were Steve goes after and having an affair with the girlfriend of one of the other avengers?

If you ever feel the inspiration I’d love to see your take on Steve going after a reader who was already in a relationship (maybe a bit dub con but obviously your choices, I know it’s great no matter what )

Omg I saw your requests were open! I’m internally screaming because I’m dying for some sex pollen with a dark! Steve, I honestly live for that shit 😍  So if you have time and feel like writing it, you would be making me so freaking happy! Have a great day babe x

A/N:  I’m being ambitious and combining the three.  

Warnings: Smut, sex pollen,  I’m going to label this NONCON, but it turns into Dub con with the drugs and what not.  

Pairing:  dark!Steve x reader

“I don’t know Sam, he’s just so…”. The word you were searching for was creepy, but looking at his desperate need to have you get closer to his best friend made you think an insult wasn’t the way to go.  “Intimidating.”  

“He’s really not.”  Sam pulled over a lab chair and slid next to your work bench. “He’s just a person.  Please get to know him.”  

You didn’t know what to say.  You’d only been on a handful of dates with Sam.  It wasn’t like you’d even been intimate yet.  Why did it matter to him that you liked his friend so much?  

“He says the same thing about you.  Intimidating.”  Sam shook his head.  “Look, I really like you and I want this to work with us, but Steve is such an important part of my life.  I want my girl and my best friend to get along. Maybe the two of you can spend some time together?”  

“Maybe.”  You’d noticed Steve stop by the lab several times over the last year.  He’d never once spoken more than one word answers to you, but you always felt like his eyes were on you.  

Even when you glanced up at him he wouldn’t break the gaze.  It made you uncomfortable.  

“Great.”  Sam clapped his hands. “I told him to come by around five, when you get off for the day.  Then the two of you can get to know each other and we will all meet for dinner.”

“What? No!”  You realized he’d had this set before you’d agreed.  “I mean.  I have to work late tonight.  There’s some weird compound that needs analyzing.  Very nerd level stuff.”  

“Okay, no dinner.”  Sam looked defeated. “But maybe you could take a break and talk to the man for ten minutes?  Give him a tour of the lab?”

“He’s been to the lab plenty.”  You shivered thinking about the way his blue eyes bore into yours.  

“Please baby.”  Sam squeezed your knee.  “For me?”  

“Fine.”  You rolled your eyes. “Ten minutes.  And am I really your girl?”

“On the way to the title.” Sam winked and stood up.  “Call me later tonight? When you’re done with work?”   “Alright.”  You shook your head. “Now get out of here or I’m going to have to stay even later.”  

Sam gave you a nod before turning and leaving.  You smiled as you looked down at his ass.  He was a good catch and if he wanted you to bond with Steve maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

~~

The compound was fascinating and you were lost in your work.  A knock came, making you jump up from the table.  There he was.  Captain America in jeans and a t-shirt.  Even without the uniform he was still intimidating.  

“Hey. I didn’t mean to scare you.”  He had his hands in his pockets. “Sam wanted me to come by.”  

“Yeah.”  You pushed out the chair.  “Sorry. I forgot.  I’m…”

“I know your name.”  Steve kept a dead face.

“Oh?”  You stood up, his gaze never ending.  “Sam thinks it would be good if we got to know each other.  We’re starting to get a little more serious and all.”  

“Oh?” Steve smiled.  It didn’t look natural though, almost like he was making fun of you.  “He mentioned a tour?”

“Right.”  You walked past him and cringed, wondering why he was so creepy.  “Well this is the organic material lab.  Nothing in here is synthetic.  I just kinda house the stuff, do a few little research projects here or there.”  

“House?” His voice was so close.

You looked over your shoulder to see he was almost on top of you.  You slid to the left and unlocked one of the cabinets.  

“Yeah.  A bunch of different compounds.”  You opened your arm. “Really boring stuff unless you’re into chemistry.”  

“So what’s this one?”  Steve reached in the cabinet.  

He didn’t grab one on top.  Instead he reached back and pulled a container so random it didn’t seem random at all.  

“Be careful!  Some of this stuff is dangerous.”  You wanted to slap his hand, but didn’t want to touch him.  

“Like this?”  He flipped open the lid.  

“HEY!”  You didn’t have time to react before he pursed his lips and blew.  

Orange powder blasted you in the face.  

“What the fuck?”  You spun and ran to the eye wash station, trying your hardest not to breathe any of it in.   “What is wrong with you?  What was that?”  

“Ipomoea purpurea helianthus annuus.”  Steve did not have any semblance of concern or fear, in fact he sounded quite happy.  

You scrubbed your skin while your brain tried to place the compound.  

“I wouldn’t worry about getting it all off.”  Steve was right behind you.  “All you need is a few spores to take effect.  I’m thinking we’ve got less than three minutes.”  

“What?”  You turned to look at him.  “What effect?”  

“I thought you were smart.”  Steve frowned.  “You don’t have all the best potions down by name yet?”  

“Are you psychotic?”  You started toward the door.  

“Where are you going?”  Steve raced over and blocked the exit.  “If you leave you risk infecting others.  We have to wait here until the spores are dead.”  

“What did you blast me with?  Why?”  You tried to pay attention to your body, looking for any differences.  

“Because I couldn’t take it any longer.”  Steve stood against the door, arms spread.  “The teasing looks. The tension between us.  Dating Sam to get my attention?  That was a bit of a low blow Doll.”  

“What?”  None of what he was saying registered.  “I genuinely like Sam.”

“Come on, he knows it to. Your little secret obsession with me.  Our cat and mouse game.”  Steve dipped his chin.  “He only asked you out to piss me off.  But I think it’s going a little too far.  You belong to me.”  

An itching came over you so sudden that you didn’t notice you were scratching at your neck.  The temperature in the lab was increasing too and you shrugged your coat off.  What did he give you?  You’d been too busy listening to his crazy speech you forgot about the dust he blew in your face.  

“I know how shy you can be.”  Steve relaxed away.  “I’ve had enough teasing. I wanted to get right to the point.”  

It clicked and your eyes went wide with horror as you looked at Steve.  

“No.” You swallowed and shoved at him.  “You have to get out of here. You have to get away from me.  We can’t.”  

“Shhhh, calm down.”  He reached out and pulled you close, you felt so small smothered by his frame.  “ You’re lucky I’m being this gentle with you after your little stunt with Sam.  This way we will both enjoy everything and skip over the awkwardness.”  

“You’re crazy.”  You started to shake as the heat intensified.  “None of what you’re saying.”  

“Games over kitten.  You won.”  Steve dropped his arms and shook them out.  “You got me to break first, but I’m a sore loser.”  

“You’re…” You couldn’t finish the thought, your body was getting so hot.  

Too hot.  It felt like you were baking.  Your clothing itched against your skin.  You needed it off.  Every stitch.

“Don’t fight it. What’s the point?”  Steve grabbed the bottom of his shirt.  “I’m going to enjoy every second of the ride.”  

You wanted to screech at him, but the image of his rippling abs made you clench your thighs together.   What had he done to you?  Were you flirting with him?  NO!  You grabbed the counter and looked away.  

“Here.  I’ll help you.”  Steve was behind you.  

He lifted up the bottom of your top and you whimpered.  You didn’t know if it was because you didn’t want him undressing you or because you were desperate for it.  Everything was getting foggy and the need in your core continued to pool.  

“That’s it.”  Steve lifted your shirt, you hadn’t even realized you’d lifted your arms.  “Good girl.  We’re going to have so much fun together. We deserve it.  We both wanted it for so long.”  

Your shirt hit the floor and you brought your hands back to the table.  Focus.  You didn’t want this.  Thinking the thought felt like a betrayal.  Steve’s hands came around your hips.  He started to undue your pants and you thrust your ass out, giving him easier access.  

“Baby you’re body is amazing.”  Steve pushed your pants down.

You kicked off your shoes and used your toes to yank your socks off before you stepped out of your clothing, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments.  

Steve was so creepy.  You’d always thought so, but right now he almost seemed sweet.  Wanting to take care of you, to scratch the itch that was burning up your skin.  The little voice screaming no was getting quieter and quieter as your body felt flush with heat.  

“Help me?”  You ruined your head over your shoulder.  “I don’t want it to hurt.”  

“I’ll never hurt you Doll.”  Steve cupped your cheek.  “Never.”  

His lips crashed on to yours and that was it.  No more little voices.  He spun you around and sat you on the counter positioned between your thighs.  You brought your legs up and pulled him closer, feeling his hard cock beneath his jeans.  You moaned in frustration.  

“You’re mine Doll.”  Steve pressed his forehead to yours. “And I take care of what is mine.”  

He brought his hands between you and took off his pants.   You used the opportunity to unhook your bra and drag it down your arms.  

“Perfection.”  While Steve was undressing the rest of the way his head went to your chest.  

His tongue flicked against your nipple.  Forcing it into a tighter pebble than it already was and forcing you to cry out.  

“Too much.”  You ran your hand through his hair.  “Please.  I need you.”  

Steve looked up at your with and let out a growl.  It made you fall back against the table, the cool metal giving little relief.   The only break from the heat was Steve.  Hands were on your panties yanking them down and you almost cried as the scent of your sex filled the lab.  

“You have me.”  You felt his head run up your slit.  “Always.”  

He pushed inside of you with one stroke.   Your back arched and you saw stars as he stretched your walls.  You’d never felt anything like this before.  Every pleasure center in your body was activated and on fire for the man.  

“You are so tight Doll.”  Steve grabbed your thighs and started dragging your body to meet his thrusts.  

You looked up at him.  His eyes were glued to you, but the intense gaze no longer felt creepy.  You realized that wasn’t the word.  It was obsessive.  The man was obsessed with you and you never noticed.  

Before you could whine at the realization his hand came down and cupped your cheek, this time not so gentle.  He spread his fingers until his thumb was at your mouth.  Without hesitation you parted your lips and took his digit into your mouth, grabbing his wrists as you began sucking.  

“Fuck that is a beautiful sight.”  Steve bottomed out, right against your cervix sending a slight sting.  

He stopped moving, but you continued to suck, running your tongue up and down his thumb as you moaned.  Then hit other hand slid up your thigh.  He gathered some of your juices and pressed his thumb to your clit.  You whined as your legs twitched.  

His mouth parted with a stiffened moan as he began rubbing.  Then he started the micro movements.  Bumping his cock against your womb.  The little stings mixed with the pleasure from his thumb and you felt the fall begin.  

You rolled your hips against him, wanting the thrusts and touch deeper, your teeth grazing against his thumb while you still sucked.  Steve’s other fingers dug into your cheek.  You’d never felt this way, so alive, so owned, so devoted, and so desperate.  

“Cum for me Doll.”  Steve’s blue eyes flashed.  “It’s just the first on many.  But I want to see it.  I want to see every muscle on your body twitch.  Cum for me.  Now.”  

You didn’t know if it was because of his words, his hands, his cock, or because your body was ready.  But your orgasm started instantly.  You let out a scream as your head lulled to the side, no longer able to keep Steve’s thumb in your mouth.  

The fire in your body was cooled, replaced with euphoria.  You were hovering in the ecstasy when Steve pulled out and began railing into you.  Every pump of his cock forcing you back onto your cloud.  

“So beautiful.”  Steve leaned down so his lips were next to you ear.  “And all mine.  Forever.”  

“Yes.”  You brought a hand behind his head, hoping that this feeling would never drop.  “Always.”  

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[iris-sims]

Welcome to the Helianthus Countries pt. 1

This is the history of the Helianthus Countries. From the conception of the first country to the nine that exist today. Here you will find the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Welcome to the history of Helianthus, for better or for worst, here we are now.

Current Map of the Helianthus

Above is the current map of the Helianthus Countries.

Above are the current provinces of the Helianthus Countries.

To see the name of each province, and to learn more in-depth about each country, visit the respective country page, here.

In the beginning, there was one...

One country, one monarchy, one people. Then known as the country of Helianthus, all of the countries known today, were under one monarchy.

Despite the name of the country meaning Sunflower, the country was rampant, with corruption. All which was aided by the monarchy.

It was in the year 10XX, that the 33rd generation of Helianthus royalty was born, Edmund the Ninth.

As Edmund grew he saw the corruption only grow more and more. From inside the palace walls, he watched the Dukes vie for his father's attention, in hopes to gain more land, and more people to control. The Earls demanded that they raise taxes. The viscounts changed the laws in order to benefit them and their families the most. Worst yet, Edmund saw directly how this affected his people when he would leave the palace with his mother, to meet the "common folk", as she put it.

Despite witnessing all of this Edmund, and his father, and his father's father, all believe that this was the way. That his family was divinely chosen to rule over the "poor common folk" or else the whole country would fall to ruin.

When Edmund turn 18, he would marry Lady Eleanor, and they would have 5 children together. Two boys and three girls; (first>last born) Anne, Richard X, Victoria, Mary, Philp.

Then at the age of 22, Edmund IX would ascend the Helianthus throne.

And this, my dear readers, is when everything went south.

TW: Violence & Death

The Jubilee Massacre

Every ten years of a king's reign there will be a Jubilee in order to celebrate, another decade of the king's rule. It was King Edmund IX's first jubilee when there was a failed assassination attempt.

Many innocent people were harmed or murdered in this attempt, and many more were sent to the guillotine after being falsely accused of knowing, planning, and/or executing the failed plan.

While unrest was already common within the people at this time, it was this even that started to send people over the edge.

For the next 15 years, the amount of civil unrest would rise drastically.

Year 25: The Plan

In King Edmund IX's 25th year of reign, the civil unrest was the worst it has been to date. And it was during this year that the king gathered his Sorcerer and the closest two people on his privy council, and formulated a plan. A plan to keep King Edmund IX on the throne forever. A plan of immortality.

Because to King Edmund IX, the civil unrest was just more proof to him that without him the country would fall apart. That if he was to abdicate or be killed, then the country would fall to pieces. For you see the monarchy had been the richest it had even been. (As taxes were raised every year, but that is neither here nor there.)

And this was the start of The Plan.

TW: mention of war and death

Year 30: The Plan Completion

After five years of many trials, the King's Sorcerer finally created a portion of immortality. Unfortunately at this point, there has been little testing done on this potion. Despite this King Edmund IX, did not care. The kingdom was slowly falling apart, despite him not wishing to recognize it, with many battles running rampant every year.

With disregard to his and his family's safety King Edmund IX, Queen Eleanor, and their five children would drink this potion of immortality.

Little did they know, that this potion would kill and reanimate his family. Thus turning them into the living dead.

The Final Battle

I will spare you all many of the nitty-gritty details about the next 500 years of King Edmund IX's reign.

The final battle was between King Edmund IX and George I. At this point, the people who started the war with King Edmund were long dead. And the people who remained were tired from fighting their whole lives. They were ready to finish the war.

It was around this time that George I, the people of Helianthus, and the Spell Casters all came together to formulate a plan. No one knew how to kill the reanimated royal family and they did not have the time to experiment. They instead created a plan where they would trap the royals on two small islands now known as Rellea.

After months of planning, they managed to get the entire royal family on the islands. It was here that the final battle took place. After hours of battle George I was able to near fatally wound King Edmund IX.

With the help of the Spell Casters, George I was able to leave the island, before finally sealing the royal family there permanently.

Modern Day Update

As of today, no one knows about the royal Helianthus family and how they are stuck on Rellea. As a matter of fact, no one knows that Rellea exists. If a boat or plane were to pass over or near the wind and water currents would push the vehicle away, unbeknownst to the people in the vehicle.

The only places with mention of Edmund IX and his family exist deep within the Modern Day Priwidor vaults, underneath the castle and with the many forbidden books of Ghiraeldral, which also has the notes of the Sorcerer who created the "immortality" potion.

Part 2

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