#i feel so bad for not being able to reply to some anon asks yet but i promise i’ll do so soon i’ve just been busy

[willthespy]

Yes, I use solangelo for all my little drawing experiments. What about it?

EDIT: this looks like the fucking propaganda posters that they throw at you in history class... i might have accidentally created solangelo propaganda, i fear

#never have i ever cared about colors THIS MUCH i’m so serious i KNOW THIS WON’T DO WELL BUT IF YOU SEE THIS FEEL MY SUFFERING #this went from blue and yellow to green to mint at some point but this is FINE. i’m FINE #i feel so bad for not being able to reply to some anon asks yet but i promise i’ll do so soon i’ve just been busy #holiday shopping and tests and MORE FIELD TRIPS and essays and… you get the picture #i did but some symbolism in this work even if i spent like what? a couple of hours on it after school?? #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #solangelo fanart #nico di angelo fanart #will solace fanart #pjo #pjoverse #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa tsats #pjo fandom #rrverse #riordanverse #my art #artists on tumblr #fanart #pjo art #tsats #pjo fanart #pjo hoo toa

[little-tainted-angel]

๑ Realizing love is there...

Xiao x male!reader, Venti x male!reader and Kaeya x male!reader (separated)

Category: [Fluff/sfw]

Warnings: Mention of Zhongli (Xiao's part). Zhongli calls Xiao "child". Mention of Kaeya (Venti's part), mention of Diluc (Venti's part), Venti is drunk for half his part. Mention of alcohol. Mention of Rosalia, Klee, Jean, Diluc and Lisa in Kaeya's part. Reader is mentioned but doesn't actively participates in it.

Request: Yes / No | From: 🕸️ anon.

«Hello, you can call me 🕸 anon! Can you write Xiao, Venti and Kaeya realizing they have a crush on the reader? Ty !»

Waaa! My first emoji anon! 🥰 I'm so happy- welcome!

「 ✦ XIAO ✦ 」

Xiao had been an adeptus for longer than he could properly remember, and the feeling of «love», in romantic contexts, wasn't something he was familiar with.

He's seen countless couples in his years of existence, but he never quite grasped the concept of what it meant to love someone outside of family.

That human desire to kiss someone? That need of multiple actions he could not wrap his head on? He was clueless.

Perhaps that was why he didn't know what that heat on his chest meant. That feeling of something tugging at his heart and filling him with that sort of anxiety that left him on guard.

What confused him the most was that you were the cause of it. Had you cursed him some way without him realizing?

He even managed to believe you were a threat.

Of course, confused as to why the ever so calm adeptus was acting on edge with you, Zhongli decided to ask Xiao what was happening.

The god found himself amused when Xiao explained the situation to him.

"Ah, my dear child. I believe I know what id that you're feeling." Zhongli hummed, muffling a small chuckle that dared escape his lips. "Fear not, as it is not dangerous."

"Huh? If it's not dangerous, what is it?" Xiao asked, frowning slightly at the consistent incognita of what was that feeling you caused.

"Mm, I believe the simplest term of it would be «love», Xiao."

Safe to say, if his entire life didn't already gave him existencial crisis on a daily basis, trying to come to terms with the idea of falling in love was surely passing with five stars its debut.

From that day, he started to study you. Trying to figure out if what Morax explained to him was accurate, and if so, how.

And soon enough, he found himself admiring little things you did. How you acted around others, how your personality was like.

So this was what love felt? To wish to admire you, close or from afar, as long as you kept being true to yourself?

If that was it... Love might not be that bad after all.

He wouldn't confess though, not until he manages to understand better how to process his feelings. Just because he understood what love felt like, didn't meant he understood how to act with it.

It would probably take a while, but he was patient. He just hoped you could wait for him too.

「 ✦ VENTI ✦ 」

The God of Freedom had been a free soul his entire life. And while he had experienced the cons and pros of it, the lost and happiness of friends and people he could even consider family, he never had fallen in love with someone.

And oh dear archons if he had fallen hard for you.

The wind was free, yet somehow he had never felt as free as when he was with you.

As a Mondstadt citizen, he would usually see you as one of his children. But he couldn't help but see you, not as his child, but as a companion to his free life.

"Isn't he divine?" The god murmured softly as he watched you from afar.

Kaeya hummed with humor as she watched the Anemo Archon look so helplessly in love while he was drunk in the Angel's share.

"I suppose he is," Kaeya replied, amused.

The god knew what love meant. What it implied.

He also knew what it implied for him to fall in love with a mortal that wouldn't be able to live more than a few decades.

But as he watched you from afar; the man that managed to get his full attention like the best wine, he decided that the consequences were worth it.

"If you like them so much, why don't you go ahead and confess?" Diluc replied as he cleaned one of the glasses.

"Eh? But what if he rejects me Master Diluc?" Venti pouted as he rested his head on top of the counter.

"Then it wasn't meant to be." Diluc's replied calmly, a small frown on his face as he watched the drunk bard. "Now stop drinking before you embarrass yourself more than average."

"Master Diluc is cruel."

"So I've been told."

Needless to say, to confess to you he had to be:

Drunk.

He had to count with someone's (Diluc's) help.

It's a miracle he managed to get you to date him.

「 ✦ KAEYA ✦ 」

He was quick to realize he liked you. The Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius could be slightly flirty if he wanted, and therefore knew how exactly certain feelings felt like.

But realizing he was in love for you, that had been a rollercoaster for him.

You were an incredible man. And the times he caught a glimpse of your smile he couldn't help but feel like he was just falling harder for your presence.

He smiled at the slight mention of your name. And would try to take care of you when you needed it the most.

Of course, this also meant he got free teasing from Lisa, Jean and Rosalia.

Also Klee's questions about if you were his boyfriend, or husband, or if you were already dating.

He might have heard Lisa laugh more times in his crushing-for-you time than in the whole time he had met Lisa.

"If you know you like them, why don't you confess already then?" Rosalia asked him while they were getting drinks at Angel's share

"I want it to be a more perfect moment."

"When it includes you? I doubt that's possible," Diluc commented as he served another client.

"That's a bit cruel even for you, Master Diluc."

So he does try to plan for it to be perfect. He slowly manages to get stuff you like, wanting to be a good time between both of you.

He almost messes all of it up (Diluc has premonition powers now???), but was able to not mess it up at last minute.

Perhaps Barbaros was on his side that day.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x male reader #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #xiao x male reader #venti x reader #genshin venti #venti x male reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #kaeya x male reader #xiao genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin xiao

[lonelystczennie]

"How could my day be bad when I'm with you?"

Jisung x Reader

Summary: Jisung always feels better when you're around. Inspired by the song Bad by Wave to Earth

Word count: 500+

Warnings: one swear, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I got a little stuck, but I think it's still cute, I hope you like it!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Today had not been Jisung's day.

He'd missed his alarm and woken up late, forgot his phone charger, fought with the members during rehearsals, and had managed to drop an entire coffee right on his brand new white shoes.

Normally at this point, he would be counting the minutes till he could go home, crawl under the covers, and just try to forget about everything for a while. Instead, he was sitting anxiously in the park by himself, bouncing his leg nervously as he waited,

hoping he wasn't too late or that you'd decided not to come, even though you always came on Thursdays.

"Hey you."

His head whipped around at the sound of your voice, a relieved smile spreading across his face for the first time today at the sight of you coming down the path towards him.

"Hey!" He said, jumping quickly to his feet to greet you.

"Were you waiting for me?"

“I-uh, maybe.” He admitted, rubbing his neck self-consciously.

You grinned at him, biting back a teasing remark in favor of an invitation. “You wanna grab some coffee or something?”

“Yes, please.” He responded.

The two of you had met purely by chance a few weeks ago, and what had started as polite conversations in passing had progressed to both of you intentionally planning your walks for the same days and times so that you could meet up.

You never did much, mostly just talked about whatever was on your minds that day, but your random little afternoons together had come to be the highlight of Jisung's whole week.

Normally, he was quite introverted, preferring to just keep to himself, but with you, he found himself opening up an almost alarming rate, talking easily for ages, without worrying about whether any of it made sense or if he fumbled over his words. You had a way of putting him at ease that no one else quite managed, able to make him laugh even in his worst moods.

Even now, as you walked togther, he found himelf feeling lighter just from being near you. He couldn't help studying the details of your face, the way the sunlight brought out the color of your eyes, looking away quickly whenever you turned them towards him.

You had your drinks and then slowly began to make your way back, reluctant to part yet.

“Can I ask something that’s been bugging me?” You asked as you neared the park entrance.

“Sure.”

“What happened to your shoes?”

“Ah,” He let out a flustered laugh, glancing down at the stained sneakers he’d forgot he was still wearing. “I spilled coffee on them this morning.” He explained, going into a full accout of the day.

“Damn, I’m sorry you had such a bad day.” You said.

“It wasn’t bad.” He replied, making you look up at him confusion.

“How was that not a bad day?”

“I got to see you.” He said, immediately ducking his head as his face flushed in embarrassment. “Agh, that was cheesy, I'm sorry.”

“No, it was cute.” You said, taking his hand, making his face heat up again.

“Can I also ask something that’s been bugging me?” He looked at you nervously.

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“Could I please have your number? I can’t take maybe getting to see you anymore.” He confessed.

You giggled. “Yeah, me neither.”

As you finished typing you number into his phone, you didn’t miss the way his hand twitched, as if wanting to take hold of yours again, but hesitating.

Without saying anything, you offered your hand out to him, letting him make the decision on whether or not to take it, which he did immediately, weaving your fingers together tightly.

Maybe he was right, maybe it wasn't a bad day at all.

#nct jisung fluff #park jisung fluff #park jisung fic #park jisung drabble #nct jisung x reader #jisung x y/n #jisung x reader #nct x y/n #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream x y/n #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles #nct dream scenarios #nct fluff #nct reactions #park jisung x reader #lonelystczennie

[alcoholfreenayeon]

i know that this can be too much... but can you please write chaeyoung gf hdc 3 part?😭

A/N: Anon you are really greedy and really down bad for Chaeyoung🤭

Chaeyoung Girlfriend HCs Pt 3

SFW HCs

It’s been some time since Chaeyoung started dating you and even though she wouldn’t admit it, she recently found herself thinking about what life would be like if the two of you married more than once.

The two of you have been trying out a lot of different activities recently. It’s been really fun for both of you, Chaeyoung doesn’t even seem to mind the physical activities like rock climbing.

At the same time you both have also been spending quite some time outdoors, even though it’s mostly just been going for walks. It’s quite nice to just be out in the sun and sit in the open, enjoying nature.

Chaeyoung caught herself staring at you while you were working. While that wasn’t necessarily an issue, the fact that it took her almost 20 minutes to notice that she was staring was baffling to her. Like she knew she could a bit absent minded but this was just not it.

She got kinda mad at you when you did a secret test to prove to her that she is a puppy. She was on her phone texting her friends sitting next to you on the couch and you just aimlessly moved from the couch to the kitchen counter and Chaeyoung absentmindedly followed you, focused on texting.

Then you moved from the kitchen to the bedroom and once again Chaeyoung followed you quietly. Once again you moved, this time back to the couch and yet again she followed you. Only when she felt you staring at her, smiling teasingly and lovingly did she realize something was up.

Your explanation didn’t seem to be amusing to her and she just pouted.

Recently the two of you have been taking lots and lots of pictures of each other.

Earlier she used to feel really shy whenever someone mentioned you and her dating but now she feels pride and happiness.

NSFW HCs

She knows your body really well now and can get you off so quick that you end up complaining that it’s way too quick for you to enjoy the experience properly.

However, she just teases you by replying that it’s not her fault you seem to cum so quick from her touch to which you have no reply.

She had been doing some research on what role plays the two of you could do and ended up clueless on what to choose. She liked the idea of teacher and student as well as doctor and patient.

Recently she’s been preferring that you be on top, she said it’s because she likes the feeling of your weight on her.

She squeals when she cums.

Somehow she got into edging and now whenever she thinks you haven’t been up to par on anything, she just begins to edge you and even leaves you frustrated if you don’t ask her nicely for your release.

Since Chaeyoung has been going on tour frequently recently, she’s been feeling quite horny and stressed since she hasn’t been able to see you as much as she would like. You ended up being really surprised when she just turned up to your place randomly without informing you she’s back and fucked you silly.

She finally ended up deciding that she’s going to go along with the Doctor-patient role play.

You two were nearly caught by Nayeon and Jeongyeon while following your post concert traditions, luckily you both managed to escape in time and continued your endeavors in one of the other rooms.

Chaeyoung spent a week with you during Christmas and walked in while you had just finished showering and noticed all the bruises and marks on your shoulders, she was immediately concerned before you reminded her that she was the reason those marks were there in the first place. She didn’t say anything, smiled sheepishly and just walked out of the room.

#ask me anything #twice #answered asks #anon ask #kpop gg #kpop scenarios #twice fluff #kpop headcanons #kpop imagines #reader x idol #twice x reader #twice smut #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung fluff #twice scenarios #son chaeyoung #chaeyoung smut #twice chaeyoung #twice headcanons

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Today we talk about Idia ships again + the Leech parents (there is a sketch down there) + some other random stuff!

Anonymous asked:

i found out that one of my favorite western artists has a partner whose art i also like. that makes them the third english speaking artist couple that i can count on for my favorite cesty ships (two shroudcest and the other is of another fandoms' ships), and that includes you two on the list :D i just think it's funny and cute enough to share

Ohh, that’s so cool and adorable! I love artistic duos hehehehe.

Thank you for telling us, Anon! I’m happy that we are on your list ❤️

Anonymous asked:

Do you like reading or hearing about other folks OCs?

I do, but unfortunately I don’t have time, energy or mental capacity to do it these days. There are a lot of people waiting for me to reply at this point and I feel bad enough for making them wait…

Whenever I draw commissions though, I like it when a person talks about the character a little bit. It helps me to get a better feeling of what the character is like as I draw them.

Anonymous asked:

So you have who Idia would be the happiest with…now who would he be the worst off with? Also who would he have the most toxic relationship with and why?

Hmm, let’s just say that any ship that we have with Idia has some potential to become toxic at some point. Especially considering the fact that we kind of love toxic ships lol Ortho/Idia is toxic in a way: aside for obvious reasons, they have codependency, and them being together would enable Idia to never poke his nose out of his shell. But even if this situation ends up being a huge mess and dynamic becomes completely unhealthy, I can’t imagine Idia being miserable or unhappy in any way: Ortho is his everything.

Speaking of shells, Azul/Idia also has a lot of toxic potential, and this is really the point of our Marriage AU with these two. They work well together, and they would have happy moments, they could even end up being an almost healthy couple if they work through their issues (and both of them got plenty), but it requires a lot of dedication, empathy and being able to compromise, and they kind of lack some of these things. Communication also matters – Azul doesn’t want to show his vulnerable side and doesn’t even register some of his own emotions, and Idia doesn’t want to burden himself with helping Azul through this either. So it’s very possible for Idia to realise that he is very unhappy with Azul after some time… well, we talked about it a lot in replies about Idia escaping Azul’s “golden cage” in the AU. It could also take a very dark turn, because Azul is capable of doing scary things when he is hurt, and he is very jealous, petty and vindictive.

Can’t say much about Lilia, because as we established it wouldn’t be much of a relationship, but all the time they would spend together would probably be a happy time for Lilia and Idia; the only thing that sours this experience and makes it a horrible memory is the fact that it would end at some point.

The Tweels would probably be an easy answer for this question lol But then again, they wouldn’t really date… but realistically, Idia is the worst off with them. They’re just playing with Idia, even if they genuinely like him. Even if they’re obsessed with him and want to keep him by their side forever, he is still more of a pet than a partner, and that’s kind of toxic lol

I guess Sebek is also an option, but if they miraculously end up having an affair, it would probably end pretty soon :( It would be a very fast yet toxic storm of emotions lol

Speaking of Sebek…

Anonymous asked:

I notice that in several different posts that Sebek never really sees Idia as an equal rather as someone who should feel lucky that he even has Sebek’s attention for any amount of time. On the flip side, though, I also noticed that Sebek also gets jealous (such as in the Evil Exes post and the reply where he caught Lilia and Idia doing it). Is this a purely possessive thing where he thinks that Idia has no business being with anyone else because reasons, does he genuinely have feelings for him, or does it just hurt his feelings in a general sort of way? What are they, really, in their own minds?

Hehehe SEBEIDE MY LOVELIESSSS thank you for sending an ask about them, Anon! I’m happy to talk about them. And that you saw the Evil Exes post, which means you’re from ko-fi. Thank you for supporting us <3

Sebek is very confused: it’s probably a mix of everything that you’ve described. He doesn’t like Idia because he irritates him and makes him mad in record times with just one little provocation or snarky remark. Idia goes against everything that Sebek believes in, therefore in his mind they are… what exactly? Sebek can’t really pinpoint it, and he probably won’t even want to do so. Even if they have sex several times, Sebek flip-flops between “this is a huge mistake, why would I do it” and “I’m blessing your pathetic self with my glory and you should be thankful”. This is the level of Sebek’s own understanding.

In actuality, he does enjoy the intimacy; he does get thrilled when Idia provokes him. Maybe it’s due to the fact that Idia is just so wrong on so many levels in Sebek’s mind, but he is drawn to him. He wants to fix him, to break his cynical mind into understanding that he is wrong and Sebek is right. But Sebek only gets more mocking, which means no closure, which means the obsession grows stronger.

Is he jealous? Yeah, on a very childish level. He doesn’t like Idia, but he enjoys whatever they have, so he feels possessive. It also feels super wrong to him that people like Lilia would treat Idia any better than he deserves to be treated.

But also Sebek probably wants to be special to Idia. The fact that he spent all this energy screaming his truths into Idia’s snarky face and breaking his body into obedience and yet that ended up meaning absolutely nothing is very painful for his poor soul lol He desperately wants him to say “thank you, Sebek, for explaining to me how the world works”.

As for Idia… he absolutely tries not to think about it and to keep Sebek’s role in his life to a minimum. Even if they were to have sex, Idia probably puts the responsibility completely on Sebek, because it’s always him who initiates things. It’s not Idia’s fault that Sebek’s head is so far up his own ass that he doesn’t understand that he is just horny, and that Idia just happens to be an easy target because he is helpless against this beast. And yes, it doesn’t matter that Idia enjoys it too!

That being said, I think over time, if their relationship continued, Sebek would become calmer and would get used to Idia’s behaviour, at least on some level. He’d still get provoked by him, but he’d become more aware about it and even catch Idia’s intentions from time to time. After Idia’s next even worse remark he’d snap again lol But I do believe that despite this insurmountable obstacle Sebek can develop genuine feelings for Idia and they can get an actual working relationship, Sebek just needs more experience interacting with various people and becoming more open-minded, like Lilia wants him to be.

Anonymous asked:

headcanon that no one asked for, but I kind of love the idea that Idia has a thing for the reliable businessman type. Like, he may say that it doesn't matter who his internet friends are in real life, but he has still unconsciously built this image of Crimson Muscle as a serious older man with a job and a family, and sometimes he gets pretty worried about it. "He always takes the lead with no hesitation, does he have some important executive job irl? Wait, is he married? Agh, what am I saying, that's not something I should be worrying about... I'm his gaming buddy, not some kind of "other woman"! Oh, but he definitely has kids, hasn't he? Oh sevens... what if they are my age? If he finds out would he start treating me like I'm just a brat?". He can't decide if he likes the idea of a steamy romance with an older man (pull yourself together Idia, that'd never happen), or if he is just scared of losing one of his closest friends

I don’t even have much to add, Anon, you nailed it. I absolutely agree that this is the case for Idia. I don’t know why he is so drawn to this image of the older reliable businessman type man who is so experienced and so mature and serious and probably has his own life and family (and yet finds time to hang out with him!)… but he absolutely is. That silly boy.

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Mrs. Rosehearts would look exactly like Madam Red if she ever gets fully revealed?

Good question, both of them are doctors too, aren’t they?

I think Madam Red is too stylish for Mrs. Rosehearts, if that makes sense?? She is one bold woman, and Mrs. Rosehearts strikes me as someone who prefers very old-fashioned kind of look.

Victorian era Madam Red would somehow look more modern than Mrs. Rosehearts lol I also think she doesn’t wear lipstick.

Anonymous asked:

Hey Ryuichi, you probably heard of the Leech Mob theory. Apparently, it's hinted a few times that their parents are in the Mob. So i was wondering how do you picture their parents? As in personally and Appearance?

I enjoy reading how every fan pictures different versions of the Leech parents. I feel like Floyd is more like his dad, while Jade is more like his mom.

( Also, apparently, they have a grandma, too))

Yeah, it’s a pretty obvious thing! We really like that the Octa-boys have this yakuza/mafia motif, and the fact that whenever they talk about their family, it’s always kinda….ehhh... 😳 God how much I hope we’ll get to see their parents! AND THEIR GRANDMA TOO!

I made a rough sketch of how I picture them, but just like with the Ace’s brother sketch from the other day, the designs aren’t 100% concrete yet and we might change some stuff about them. Well, this time this isn’t even much of a design, just silhouettes lol But I think it’s still pretty easy to tell the overall vibe. The dad is freakishly massive and intimidating; the mom is very elegant but dangerous nonetheless.

Also, based on how they look, I guess I agree that Floyd is more like their dad and Jade is more like their mom lol

When it comes to their personalities, I think Papa Leech has this wild, scary and sadistic side that made him a legend in his own way, and he is chaotic in some ways, but he is also very disciplined and makes sure that everyone knows their place. He’s your typical mafia boss, the one which makes an entire room get silent as soon as he just walks in there. He is also a bit calmer now that he used to be + has a bit of a… silly? Side? He gets very into movies when he watches them, he talks to characters, yells at them, sobs when a dog dies, all this stuff. Sometimes he is a fun dad (although his idea of “fun” is sometimes scary), but he is the one who disciplines Jade and Floyd the most.

And Mama Leech is a huge worrywart, but only with her kids. With them she is dramatic and fussy, a bit overprotective, but it’s also not 100% obvious if she is genuinely worried about them or just completely messes with them. She kind of likes embarrassing her boys lol She is also a master of emotional manipulation and is much scarier and more powerful than she actually looks. She also prefers to make it seems like she is just a sweet obedient wife, but Papa Leech married her because of how deadly she actually is.

(don’t mind how sketchy the sketch is, it was a quick one)

#replies #ryuichirouart #azuide #lilidia #sebeide #floidi #jadidi #shroudcest #about characters

[ao3commentoftheday]

Hello! Big fan of your blog, I'm really happy to see you ariund again, and I hope you're doing well!

I know you get a lot of questions about writing and comment, but do you maybe have any tips or advice for a writer struggling to respond to comments? I've managed to overcome being afraid to post, and I've received some lovely comments, but I got struck by a horrible new wave of anxiety that has me locking up when I want to reply to nice commenters. Now it's been a long time since the comments were made and I feel bad both for not answering more promptly but also for not posting since.

I hope that's okay to ask, I realized it may be a bit overly specific, and I apologize for that. ^^;

Oh anon, this isn't overly specific at all! You'd be surprised how many authors go through exactly this same thing, myself included.

I genuinely love responding to comments, and yet for the past several years it's been hard. Really hard. I still appreciate them. I still read and reread them. I still think about responding to them. I just... can't. My inbox grew to the size that just thinking about tackling the whole thing became totally overwhelming.

So instead, I just respond when I can.

When I'm rereading a fic and going back through the comments and I notice I didn't reply to one. When I get a comment notification in my email and I have a minute right then and I just type something right back. When I can't stop thinking about that question someone asked until I finally dig it out and answer it. When someone is just so lovely or friendly or enthusiastic, and I have the spoons to return their message in kind.

One thing I think it's important to remember is that a thank you or a heart emoji can go a long way to getting your message across. Another thing to remember is that a thank you can still be sincere when you've said it a thousand times.

We can really psych ourselves out of doing something by worrying about others judging us. But other people are often kinder to us than we are to ourselves. Ask most readers, and they don't care if a reply comes after 5 minutes or 5 months or 5 years. Hearing back from the author is appreciated - and if often prompts a reread of the fic.

Give yourself patience and understanding. Reply to the comments you're able to and forgive the ones you can't reply to yet. Maybe in time, you'll come back and have something to say. In the meantime, you can always add an end note to your fic saying that comments are appreciated and you'll reply when you can. ❤️

#asks and answers

[timetorace]

𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Hi everyone. I still don´t have my laptop and I´m writing on my phone so things are taking me forever. To the anon that requested: hope you like this I didn´t know if you wanted fluffy or angsty so I did fluff?​

ship: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader.

summary:  Daniel has an accident and you get scared.

warnings: hospital. crash.

word count: +900 words. 

Love had caught you off guard, you hadn't seen Daniel come and yet there you were. Sitting on a couch watching him sleep, you had gotten off a twelve-hour flight less than an hour ago. You had the bad luck that you didn't travel with Daniel that weekend and he had had an accident at the start of the race, at least his mother had been there when it happened. The doctor had assured you that he was fine and that they had only given him analgesics intravenously to calm the pain and that Daniel could get some sleep. The beep of the machine that marked his heartbeat was starting to make you a little anxious, you needed to know for sure that he was fine but he hadn't opened his eyes yet and you were getting more nervous.

You had always been aware of the possibility that running at 300 kilometers per hour was not the safest job in the world but you had lived with the idea that it was not often that drivers ended up in the hospital given a great safety that cars had. Formula One those days.

You were looking out the window of his room when you detected movement out of the corner of your eye. When you turned to see, Daniel was reaching for the pitcher of water that was on the bedside table "Water" He gasped.

You nodded before pouring him a glass of water and giving it to him "How are you feeling?" You asked him "The doctor told your mom that you should be able to get out of here in a couple of days and be back racing in a few weeks."

"Good" He replied after taking a sip of water "I mean, my wrist and knee hurt but I'll survive" He coughed.

You nodded your head in response. Daniel cocked his head to look at you.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked you.

You let out a sigh letting go of the tension you were feeling "No It's just-I mean-" You couldn't find the words to describe all the feelings you've had since the accident happened "You've never been so close " You explained "That was a close call" Daniel's car had been torn to pieces and destroyed, the restart of the race had taken them more than an hour which was enough for you to go crazy in that time.

"I know, but I'm fine I promise" He assured you stretching his arm a little to place his hand on yours.

"I know you are but-" You let out a sigh "I almost lost you" You confessed biting your lower lip "Or that´s what I thought when I saw it on TV" In the end, it hadn't been that bad but when you got on to the plane, there was still no news about him and you had had to take the twelve-hour flight without knowing if he was okay. "And the very idea felt terrifying for a moment"

"Oh babe" He murmured giving you a comforting smile "I know it must have been scary but I´m in one piece"

"You were unconscious when they took you out of the car" You pointed.

"It's the heat of Malaysia, I swear" He explained "they took their sweet time getting me out and I swear the heat with the fireproof suit is 100 degrees more"

You nodded not quite sure what to say next.

"I´m okay, I promise" He murmured giving you a slight smile "Well kind of, is me minus some ribs and a concussion," He said and let out a laugh "Oh, and of course the knee, the dislocated shoulder, and the sprained wrist "

You rolled your eyes but you gave him a smile too "I see that your humor is still intact"

"I´m okay babe, I promise" He assured you kissing your hands together "Did you take a flight here?"

You nodded softly "Pretty much the worst 12 hours of my life" You had to wait to land to hear from him and you hadn't slept a wink of course.

"Did you sleep at all?" Daniel asked and you wondered if maybe you had bags under your eyes after being awake for almost a whole day.

"No, I was too worried so I worked and then when I got here I didn't want to leave in case you woke up" You shrugged "I forced your mom to go to the hotel to get some sleep though"

Daniel shifted gently on the bed and you watched as he let out a groan of pain as the IV moved.

"What are you doing?"

"Making room for you," He told you like it was obvious and then patted the side of him on the bed with his good arm. "You need to sleep and I doubt you're going to do it on the sofa" Daniel winked at you "Sleeping with me is much more tempting"

You rolled your eyes "I see the accident didn't affect your ego either" You told him but you still sat on the edge of the bed to take off your shoes.

"I´m aware of my many attributes" He added and you rolled your eyes again before lying down next to him. Daniel moved so that you were semi-lying on top of him.

"Your ribs are going to hurt" You warned him.

"It's worth it" He murmured against your hair. You smiled before closing your eyes. He was fine. Everything was going to be fine.

#daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo drabble #daniel ricciardo one shot #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x oc #formula one imagine #formula one x reader

[rxspbrrry]

So I saw your requests are open and what about clotted cream x reader (can be gn) who is a legendary of the sky?

Imagine clotted cream saw reader's floating chamber hovering over creme republic and thought it was a threat?

This is my first time requesting so I am bad at explaining like this (Can I be Shiba anon?)

YESS YESSSSS ive thought about this idea at least once anon you big brain ❤️❤️❤️❤️

notes ; clotted cream cookie x gn legendary! reader, fluff, woah this is kinda long, ooooooh legendary reader surprising and subtly flirting with clotted cream summary ; the consul has been leaving his office more often lately. who could he be meeting?

a/n: added a little story after the meeting heehee also i didn’t really use the floating chamber idea but i did keep the ‘clotted cream being suspicious of reader at first’ idea

the creme republic was known to possess the most advanced technology in earthbread, even more advanced than any of the five heroes’ kingdoms. none of those silly stories of sugar gnomes, legendaries or deities; everything was ruled by technology and the beloved consul of the land.

so it wasn’t a surprise when clotted cream cookie, who grew up in the creme republic being taught that legendaries didn’t exist in the republic, was suspicious when he first saw you wandering around.

at first he thought it was just a trick of the light, or maybe even some citizen cosplaying a famed legendary like the fabled sea fairy cookie or moonlight cookie. but when he squinted his eyes, it was clear that it wasn’t just some costume you were wearing. the way your smooth hair rustled in the wind (that you created yourself, clotted cream was sure, because he couldn’t feel any wind on him now) was on a level of natural that no wig could ever mimic. gold sparkles adorned your skin and shined in the sunlight. long eyelashes framed half-lidded eyes as you gazed at the grassy ground, using little hand movements to play with the flowers below you. the dangling pieces of your outfit, like your hair, was flowing in the wind. your beauty was ethereal and out of this world, perhaps literally.

still, for clotted cream cookie, duty comes first. he sets his priorities straight as he walks up to you with a practiced smile, eyes not leaving your peaceful figure. he is almost shocked by the intensity in your glowing eyes as you turn around to face him, but he keeps his confident smile on and asks, “it’s an honour to have such a lovely looking deity here. the creme republic has never been able to welcome any legendaries from folktales, and yet here you are in broad daylight. may i have the name of the beautiful deity in front of me?"

“who’s asking?” you reply softly. your voice is as calm and powerful as your aura.

he continues smiling, “my name is clotted cream cookie, consul of the creme republic. i regret to say this, your majesty, but it is not often that we see such a stunning legendary cookie in the creme republic, and the public are wary of your presence.”

your lips perk up into a small smile. “i don’t see anyone around here but you. my eyesight must be failing me.”

“i wouldn’t dare suggest such a thing,” clotted cream laughs lightly, but his smile doesn’t meet his eyes. “as honourable as it is to be in your dazzling presence, might i suggest you relocate to another resting place, so as to not disturb the common folk here?”

“young consul, if you want me gone, then you must simply say so,” you return with an equally airy laugh. “i assure you that your people are not worth harming, young one. won’t you let a deity admire the greenery of the creme republic?”

by now, clotted cream knows that you are aware of his intentions towards you. and despite your reassurance that you will not harm the creme republic, he cannot help but continue to be wary towards you.

which is why he flinches when you slowly reach a finger out to caress his cheek. the coldness of your skin shocks him, literally bringing a chill down his spine. the chill was an unpleasant reminder of a higher, stronger power, as though the god of death had touched him themself. he could only hope that you weren’t actually said god.

“let’s make a deal,” you whisper while tracing your finger along his jawline. he tries his best to not lose his composure at your action. “allow this wandering deity to stay in your land for a week, and if i do harm a single citizen here, then you shall chase me away, and i shall not complain. will you agree, young consul?”

clotted cream cookie manages to muster a challenging smile. “and what do i get in return for your stay, your honour?”

“do you see the flowers blooming below me?” and he looks down to confirm. indeed, the flowers appear more pure and lively with you standing above them. “i promise i will help your land prosper.”

“then it is a deal, your almightyness,” he lifts your hand off his cheek gently and shakes it. his stomach does a flip at the sight of your alluring smile.

-

little does clotted cream know, the common folk of the creme republic adore you. children visit your resting spot everyday, bribing you with candies and squeezing a story or two out of you of your wonderful travels and asking “how is it like to rule the skies?” questions. sometimes they drag their parents along who also respect you because of the trade secrets you share with them, allowing their businesses to bloom. the elderly come by every once in a while, sitting down with you as all of you hold folktale telling competitions or recipe sharing conversations. even some of the creme republic’s leaders, who were curious about the legendary deity that clotted cream cookie had encountered, had stopped by to chat with you before returning to their work. in less than a fortnight, long after the deal was expected to be off, nearly the whole of the creme republic was in love with you.

and despite the number of visitors you receive on a daily basis, the consul whom you struck the deal with never fails to stop by and chat with you himself. sometimes he invites you to the night markets and treats you to the creme republic’s delicacies; on other days he sits down with you on the grass and asks about your legendary life.

clotted cream cookie is enamoured with you, to put it simply. unlike the usual respect or awe cookies would have for their gods or heroes, he sees you as a normal person who just so happens to be extraordinarily powerful. yet it doesn’t diminish the admiration he has for you, which is clear in how the look in his eyes becomes softer and softer over time.

“i wonder if it’s a legendary thing to just stop by random kingdoms to say hi to their leaders out of nowhere,” clotted cream comments, resting his head on a tree that the two of you lean on. it is the twentieth day since your uninvited visit, and the deal has not been broken yet. he doesn’t think it will any time soon, with how gentle and motherly you treat the citizens.

you laugh as a reply, and clotted cream does not stop the smile from edging up onto his lips. “no, it’s actually the first time i’ve done this. when you live for thousands of years with no duties to do, you get bored very easily. i hope that my visit to the republic was beneficial, other than helping your land prosper.”

you turn to him and look at him in the eye. he no longer flinches at your glowing eyes, but rather finds himself drowning in them. he can’t tell which is worse.

“it was. do you have any more tales to tell me?” he struggles to get the words out. he must seem so utterly embarrassing in front of a majestic god.

“oh, i’ll tell you one alright,” your laughter sounds like chimes in the wind and it is a sound clotted cream can never get enough of. he gets dizzy when you lean in and whisper, “once upon a time, a lonely wandering legendary cookie decided to visit a land full of advanced technology, wondering if they, a mythical being, could fit into such a society.”

“while they were admiring the greenery of this land, a handsome lad came up to them with the intent to drive them away because of his suspicions towards them.” clotted cream continues staring at you dazedly. an uncharacteristic, silly and smitten smile appears on his face. “did the handsome lad drive the beautiful deity away in the end?”

“he didn’t,” you giggle, covering your mouth with your sleeve. “he let them stay on the basis of a deal, and ended up befriending them in the process.”

“i wonder,” clotted cream starts, unwilling to let you continuously take the lead in this flirty conversation, “if this lad would like to get to know the beautiful deity even better.”

“if he does i’ll be surprised,” you can only hope the blush on your cheeks are not clear enough for him to see, “but i won’t be upset about it. in fact, i’ll be elated if he does.”

clotted cream musters the courage to lift your hand to his lips, before looking at you again. his eyes already tell you that he’s infatuated with you; though it isn’t like your worshippers haven’t loved you romantically before, you’ve never felt as ecstatic as when clotted cream looks at you like this. “then,” the consul’s voice is but a whisper, “i’d like to get to know you better, my dear.”

“isn’t it too late to say this?” you laugh again. “we’ve been having moonlit conversations for around two weeks straight.”

“i do hope it’s not too late to make you fall for me, though.”

his words are bold. his face is flustered yet confident. you wonder if coming to the creme republic was a mistake, if getting lost in his emerald eyes was the result of this trip. however, when he squeezes your hand and kisses it lightly again, waiting for your answer hopefully, you realise that perhaps this visit was more than worth it.

you smile and squeeze his hand back, hoping he understands your reply.

#r.writes #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run sfw #cookie run kingdom sfw #clotted cream cookie #clotted cream cookie x reader

[gt-jar]

About your recent post, I first wanna say that I’ve been obsessed with Two Worlds Among the Stars ever since I first discovered it, and even if chapter 8 is a filler episode I’m sure myself and many others will still love it!

I don’t have too many ideas, but something I’d like to see in the next chapter is Noah’s true feelings starting to shine through, even if just barely. Maybe Noah could begin to realize that he can trust John, even if he doesn’t realize that he realized it yet (that probably makes no sense but I’m not sure how else to phrase it lol). It makes sense (to me at least) for it to be a chapter of slow new beginnings. Some of the stuff I mentioned might work well as a focus for chapter 9, so chapter 8 could be leading up to it.

Also, I completely understand the frustrations that come with having no idea what to write for the next part in a series, it can be VERY annoying. I hope you’re able to overcome this though, and good luck on writing the next chapter! I’ll be looking forward to it, even if it takes longer than usual.

Before I get into detail, let me just say that I'm gonna treasure this ask forever. Everytime I read something like this from one of my readers I want to hug that person so bad, because I'm just so thankful.

Like I said in this post, I don't care if my story isn't seen by hundreds of people, literally doesn't matter to me if my story has 20 or 2000 readers. I care about what my readers think of my story (like every writer) and ofc I'd like to know what they think.

So again...

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS!

It's a shame that you sent me this as anon (though very understandable), but just so you know... I wouldn't mind seeing you in my dms :)

I also wanna thanks everybody else who left a comment under my last post!

I didn't reply to any of those yet, because here is what I wanna do...

I'm going to list every idea and leave my two cents and... just ramble a bit? You won't believe how much rambling helps when I'm having trouble to write a chapter.

1. Anon:

When it comes to writing the change in Noah's (and John's) character, I like to sorta... sprinkle in little pieces of those changes. Like Noah secretly yearning for affection in chapter 7.

And I think that's exactly what chapter 8 is missing, because in chapter 9 (and the one after that) there's going to be a major shift in Noah's and John's relationship because... stuff happens and things get revealed :) You're in for some sweet hurt/comfort mixed with some fluff. (Super excited to write those two chapters, but being stuck at the one before that aaaaaaahhhhh)

But this shift needs to feel natural. So like you've said Noah's more vulnerable side needs to shine through, but I just... Dont! Know! How! Because while I want/need to sprinkle in one of those small soft moments, it can't be anything major.

For example: Noah yearning for affection -> John figuring that out right away and just giving it to him -> too rushed, doesn't feel natural, boring

So yes everything you've said is true, I just don't know how to write it :')

2. @da3dm:

Someone wandering in and discovering Noah is still alive.

Veeeeeery unlikely. The people from Noah's village don't care about him. He's just another orphan, it's not like they don't have enough of those already. And even if there are some people who took pity on him in the past, they certainly don't care enough to put their on life in danger. All of them "know" what happens when they cross the river, so no one in their right mind is gonna do that anytime soon.

2. @coffehbeans:

John questioning if he is doing the right thing.

Oooohhh boy, trust me John is questioning all of his life choices that led up to this point. He knows their situation is less than ideal, but what other choice does he have? (-> John's pov in chapter 4). He's already going behinds his chief's back by keeping Noah a secret and not immediately informing him about the situation, he won't dig his hole even deeper by bringing the human back and risking that more humans come to his place (or giant territory in general). He's doing damage control, but mostly he's trying to maintain the little control he's left. And let's forget that he's very much sailing uncharted waters.

John encounters someone that will make him question his decision.

I'm curious, who are you thinking of? Because like I said that someone being a human is off the table and a giant standing up for a human? One of John's tribe, that is hiding from Noah's kind? That doesn't care about humanity at best? Most of them might be against killing humans, but that doesn't mean they wanna mingle.

Introducing a character that actually cares about Noah.

I think I need to question all of my writing decisions, if you think John doesn't care :'D

He may not care about Noah on a personal level yet, but he definitely cares about his well-being, even though Noah doesn't get that (yet).

3. @mabelisthebatman:

Someone stops by to visit John.

Let's just say someone is going to visit John (but not in chapter 8), but the situation is not gonna unfold in the way you described. All I'm gonna say is, there can't be comfort without hurt :)

4. @small-but-oho:

John and Noah avoiding each other as much as possible.

Before I start I wanna say how much I enjoyed following your reading process :3 It's always fun to watch someone read my story "live". Absolutely love seeing a user leave a like on every chapter every few minutes, but it's even better when they reblog it aswell and leave a comment in the tags. Also really loved your insight and acknowledging that they both are overwhelmed and deal with raw emotions right now (would love to talk more btw). I think no one else on tumblr pointed that out yet.

As for your suggestions: That would be soooo in-character for them! Noah... for obvious reason, and John just doesn't know how to handle the situation and doesn't want to make it worse. If Noah wasn't sick this totally would've happened, after their "fight" in chapter 6.

I don't know if you read the 7th chapter, but with Noah being sick and acting so different in comparison to his usual self, John is worried and tries his best to help him, because even though they aren't on good terms John doesn't like to see the kid in pain.

To be clear I DON'T wanna belittle any of your ideas, I loved reading every single one of them! I just wanted to ramble (helps me a lot with getting a feel for my characters again after a long writing pause). Sadly I don't get character related asks very often, so I don't have many opportunities to just ramble/infodump/etc.

So again...

THANK YOOOOOOUUUUU!!!!!

Didn't really make much process on chapter 8 though. It's still missing something. But I finally figured out where I'm going to place a specific scene (chapter 8) and I thought of something I want add to chapter 9, so I count this as a win^^

#giant/tiny #g/t #g/t community #my-rambling-jar #ask #OC: John #OC: Noah

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Authors note: wow you guys really like anons first request and just keep wanting new parts haha, love it! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1517        Nat Masterlist      Marvel Masterlist    Pt1, 2, 4

It’s been about two months since your first night with Natasha and honestly neither of you have been happier. Every free moment you both have is spent with each other, and even when the team does something together like movie night or eating together the two of you made sure to at least sit next to each other.

   Neither of you had told the team yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but you both just wanted to keep it to yourselves. Neither of you wanted to face the potential of not being allowed on missions with each other anymore, nor did you want to potentially face any judgment from them. You just wanted to be able to freely enjoy each other.

   “Hi detka(baby)” Natasha greets as you enter her room, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss before you even get the chance to greet her

   “Hi Tasha” you finally say as she pulls away, “I missed you.”

   “I missed you too.” she replies

   She smiles at you, but soon a worried look takes over her features as she actually looks at you. You’re slightly paler than usual and the usual light in your eye is dimmer than it usually is. 

   She lays her hand across your forehead, “Are you feeling ok?”

   “Yeah” you nod, “Just been a little tired lately, that's all.”

   Her brows furrow, “Are you not sleeping well? Or is Steve overworking you again? I can have a talk with him.”

   You cup her face with a chuckle, “Thank you baby, but it's neither of those things. My sleeping schedule has never been better and Steve hasn’t given me paperwork since our last mission.”

   “How long have you been feeling like this?”  she asks, dragging you with her over to the bed

   Your eyes look everywhere but at her, “A week…or two..”

   “Y/n! What do you mean two weeks!” she reprimands, “You should have told me.”

   “It's not that bad.” you reply, laying down with her

   She shakes her head, “It obviously is if whatever it is has stuck around for two weeks. You're seeing Bruce tomorrow to get this figured out.”

   “Tashaaaa…” 

   “Please? For me?” she asks, “I just want to make sure moya lyubov'(my love) is alright.”

   You sigh, “Alright. I’ll go see Bruce in the morning.”

   She smiles brightly before pecking your lips, “Thank you”

   “You're welcome. Now come on, let's get some sleep.”

   When you wake in the morning you aren’t surprised to find yourself alone in Nats bed. It was usually this way, she always was an early riser and enjoyed her early morning runs. You stretch before removing the covers before you slowly and silently make your way back to your room. You quickly shower and change, making yourself look presentable before you head out to find Bruce. 

   You aren’t surprised to find him working in his lab, “Hey Bruce.”

   “Oh, hey Y/n. What can I do for you?” he asks, gesturing for you to take a seat

   “I haven't been feeling that great lately and I don’t really have any explanation as to why.” you explain, “I was hoping you could run a few tests just to make sure nothing is wrong.”

   “Of course. Wait here.”

   Several minutes and tests later his machines finally print out their results. He puts his glasses on before grabbing the papers, silently reading over them. He suddenly stops and peaks over a page at you.

  “Is everything ok?” you ask, a bit concerned

  He nods, “Yeah. You're not sick or anything….you're pregnant.”

   Everything around you goes silent as the weight of his words sink into you and your thoughts begin to spiral. I’m pregnant! Oh my god, I’m going to have Natashas baby! Oh god, how do we tell the team? Wait, does she even want children? Does she want them with me? What if this is too much for her so soon? What if she isn’t ready for this and decides to leave me?

   “Y/n?” Bruce calls and your eyes snap to him, “Is everything ok?”

   You answer despite your fears, “Y-yeah. Everythings fine.”

   He nods not believing you as your voice quivers, “You know I’ll have to inform Steve. And Fury.”

   “Yeah.” you reply, feeling your mouth go dry

   His hand gently rests on your knee, “Do you know who the other parent is?”

   “Yeah I do. I…I should go tell them.” you reply, quickly standing and practically bolting back to the redheads room

   You know Natashas back by now. And since she never keeps her door locked to you,  you don’t bother knocking. You simply burst into the room with your racing thoughts, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it.  But when you see her you freeze in your tracks and all thoughts leave you. 

   She wasn’t startled by you, she had heard you coming, but she was taken aback slightly by the way you entered her room. Still when she turns to face you she can’t help the blush that settles across her cheeks upon seeing the way you're looking at her. She's guessing you hadn’t expected to find her like this.

  She's fresh out of the shower. Her tousled hair is still slightly damp as she stands there completely bare before you, and though it's a sight you've seen before, it will always have this effect on you. As your eyes continue to drink her in, she smirks at you.

   “A picture would last longer.” 

   Your mind quickly comes back to you, “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare, I just-  wow you're beautiful.”

   She laughs and the blush on her cheeks deepens, “Thank you detka(baby)”

   You dumbly nod as she walks over to you. Her arms loop around your neck and pull you closer, allowing her to capture your lips with her own. You quickly lose yourself in her embrace, and as your mind goes hazy you nearly forget all about the news you received while with Bruce.

   Finally she pulls away from you, chuckling as your lips chase after yours. You huff in faux annoyance and she smiles at you, before winking and walking back over to her closet so she can continue finding herself an outfit. You shake your head at her and walk over to take a seat on her bed.

   “So, is everything ok?” she asks, putting on a pair of jeans

   You swallow harshly and your eyes glue themselves to her bedroom door. She immediately notices your lack of response and quickly finishes pulling on her shirt. Her worried gaze fixes itself on you as she makes her way over to you.

   “Y/n?” she asks, taking a seat beside you. She gently grabs your chin and brings your face to look at her, “Detka(baby), you're scaring me. Are you alright? Are you sick?”

   You manage to shake your head, “I- I…damn it, why is this so hard?”

   “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m here, I’m with you. And I’m not going anywhere.” she admits and the gentleness in her tone is enough to make tears build in your eyes, but this only seems to worry her further

    “I’m not sick Tasha. I’m…I’m pregnant” Her eyes widen at your statement and her loss for words makes you ramble, “I know we didn’t plan this, hell we never even talked about it- ”

   “We’re gonna have a baby. I’m gonna be a mama.” Natasha finally says, which calms you. And then she smiles wider than you've ever seen her smile before

   Despite her reaction, anxiety still grips you and you find yourself needing to ask, “Is…is that ok?

   “Yes! Yes, of course!” She replies, quickly engulfing you in a hug, “Being a mother is something I’ve always wanted, 

   You tightly wrap your arms around her, “I love you, Tasha”

   “I love you too, I love you so much!” she exclaims, bringing her forehead to rest against yours, “I'm not letting you out of my sight from now on.”

   You chuckle, “I can take care of myself, love. You know that.

   “I do.” she nods, “But now that you're with our baby, I absolutely can not and will not risk losing you.”

   Suddenly the AI is interrupting your soft and vulnerable moment with your girlfriend, “Miss Y/ln, Captain Rogers is requesting your presence in the conference room.”

   “Tell him I’ll be right there.” you request before looking back at the Russian, “He’ll want to talk to me about this whole situation and me needing leave.”

   She nods, pursing her lips for a moment in thought, “Can I come with you? I’d like to be by your side so you know, so Steve knows, and so everybody else knows that you aren’t alone in this.”

   “You don’t care about the team knowing?”

   “No” she shakes her head, “Not anymore. I know I love you. I know you love me. And now we're having a baby together. Whatever they think of that, and us, it doesn’t matter in comparison”

   You smile brightly, “Lets not keep Steve waiting then.”

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[copiousloverofcopia]

Hello <3 I had a bad day and I don't feel so great. When you have time would you be able to write a Terzo/Reader something? I don't really care what it is but just something reassuring would be nice. Spice or no spice is fine. Thank you if you do choose to do it <3 (no mention of pregnancy though if that's okay)

💕I am so sorry that you had a bad day, and that it took me a bit to respond. Here is your request, I hope you enjoy and if you want the SPICY sequel for it just anon me an ask with a 💖with what reader type male/female you want!!!!!

I absolutely don't just write pregnancy related content...just happens to be a specialty lol so feel free to request whatever.... I only include it where its asked!!!

Bad Day

also available on AO3!

You sat in the cloister, feeling the beams of sunlight warming your cheeks. Your day had been trying to say the least, and all at once the gravity of the day hit you like a ton of bricks. You needed some air–to breathe. What better place than your go-to spot to unwind. 

You kept your eyes closed tight, preferring to focus on the warmth kissing your cheeks when  suddenly you felt a squeeze on your shoulders. Slowly you opened your eyes, the feeling all too familiar to you. When your eyes readjusted to the light, you could make out the most handsome face you'd ever seen, it was Terzo. 

"What's wrong amore?" he asked you, eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed together in concern. There was something about him when he looked at you that set your heart aflame. The love you felt for him was like no other–a true and sublime feeling others could only dream of. You knew you had to say something, Terzo would know how bad you had let it get if you remained silent.

"It's nothing?" you replied, your only musterable response not enough. He knew that 'nothing' was indeed 'something'. Your Papa already had so much on his plate. For weeks now he had been helping to transition the Cardinal to be Ghosts front man. Part of your upset stemmed   from just how much you missed him. 

You didn't want him to know—to be yet one more that he needed to worry about. You tried to hold it back, but the urge to break apart was becoming far too great. You sniffled back your tears and Terzo absolutely noticed.

"Amore, I know you and I know that if you are out here by yourself with that look in your eyes something isn't right? Tell me what troubles you." Terzo pleaded, his concern for you growing. He sat down beside you on the bench, the sounds of the wind rustling in the trees and the chirping of birds filling the silent space that lingered around you. You let out a sigh, there was no trying to pretend now.

"I had a bad day is all. I don't feel so great and honestly I miss you—miss spending time together." you confessed, sniffling back once more, a single solitary tear escaping the rim of your eye. Terzo, pulled you to face him, your eyes glossing over in tears.

“Amore, I know it's been hard on you with everything, especially with me helping the Cardinale, but it won't last forever. We will make it through this—together.” Terzo said, pulling you to his chest, the smell of his cologne filling your senses. You melted, the comfort of his embrace fading away the tension you’d built up inside. His arms were the safest place you knew. When you were with him, the world could burn down all around you and you would still feel protected.

"I know, I love you so much. With everything today…well it just made the fact that we've been a part so much as of late, harder to deal with. It's not easy being without you." you cried quietly, wiping away the tears with your sleeve.

"It has not been easy for me either tesoro. I miss your touch, the smell of your shampoo when I kiss your head, your smile. All day I sit in that stuffy office—hearing Copia whining over who will watch the rats while he's gone and other nonsensical things. I have been reprimanded more than once by Imperator…I daydream…my mind always finds its way back to you." Terzo chuckled. 

"Is that so?" you laughed through your tears. Smiling back at Terzo, he smirked once more watching you laugh. Another thing about you he treasured.

"Oh I know so…" Terzo began, giving you that devilish wink. His demeanor changing and his eyes running over you, "...amore, why don't I take you back to the Papal suite and—-show you how much you mean to me, sí?" Terzo purred, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear. Tracing the edge with his tongue, sending a flush heat throughout your body. 

"I think that would be nice." you smiled, adjusting yourself where you sat. Terzo's advances always managed to leave you breathless and fully aroused. Damn he's good, you thought to yourself, Terzo bringing his lips along the line of your neck and down to your collarbone. He stood up from the bench, extending his hand to you and that devious look in his eyes. 

"Well amore—lead the way."

#you asked i answered #ghost #ao3 writer #ren writes #terzo #papa iii #papa emeritus iii #gender neutral reader #reader insert #papa iii x reader #ao3 fic #ghost fic #ao3 fanfic

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Saul Silva x Student!reader - part of the family

hello lovely! I hope you are doing well, just wondering if its no trouble to request a sorta vampire diaries/fates crossover Saul Silva x student!reader (platonic) where reader is Elijah's daughter and has a sorta brother/sister relationship an original maybe with him finding out somehow? if its no trouble - Anon💜

Sitting on the grass, you looked at the other students training in front of you and looked around in boredom.

You heard someone walking behind you on the grass and you waited, when you felt something going to hit your head, you moved your hand up and grabbed it. tilting your head up to look at the headmaster.

“Hello Headmaster Silva.” You greeted.

“Why aren’t we training Miss Mikealson?” He asked.

You pushed the training stick away and stood up, brushing some grass from your trousers and turned around, holding your arm up to block the next hit.

You held it and kicked his leg back down as he went to kick you.

“Because no one can beat me and I’m bored of beating them all. I feel bad for them almost.” You replied.

“Almost?” He asked.

You grinned a little and shrugged, easily dodging his attacks as he tried to land a hit on you.

“Yeah. They just need to train a bit more, maybe they’ll get as close as you can to actually hitting me Mr Silva.”

“You never have told me why you’re so good at this.”

You ducked under his arm, spinning around him you took the dagger from his vest and tossed it in your hand, catching it by the hilt.

“I’m just good.”

Grabbed his leg with your hand, you lightly pushed him back, making him stumble a few steps.

“Honestly, we’ve been doing this for two years and you still haven’t beat me yet. Is it not embarrassingly to be bested by a student Saul Silva?”

“That’s Silva or sir to you (Y/N), and no. You’re good, thought that ego of yours needs deflating a little.”

You grinned and swiped his legs from under him, dropped the dagger to the floor, you placed your hands on his shoulders and flipped yourself over him as he tried to knock you over.

Landing on your feet, you turned around again and clasped your hands behind your back.

“Maybe I get it from my uncle. He’s got a pretty huge ego.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know as we’ve not met your family yet. Honestly you’re in your third year and we’re still the meet the ever so mysterious Mikealson family responsible for the heathen standing here.”

You grinned again and stepped back as he tried to punch you.

You could let him beat you, but that wasn’t fun. You had years of practice under you, and being a vampire had its perks when it came to this as well.

But they didn’t know that, and they didn’t need to know that.

You only came to Alfea under your dads wishes, for your own protection because no one would be able to find you here.

Except you hadn’t spoken to them since you arrived because they didn’t want to give your location away.

It was lonely, but you soon found company in your fellow students and the headmaster who had taken you under his wing due to your ability.

You enjoyed taunting him, it was funny to you, and you knew Silva found it amusing as well.

Eventually he stopped and so did you, and he picked up his dagger while you picked up your bottle to take another drink.

“I will beat you one day.”

“Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that Silva, you’re old. I’m young. I have the advantage here and you know it.”

“And I’ve been doing this for years.”

“So have I.” You countered.

He rested his hands on the training stick as he looked at you.

“I’ll get you, I’m telling you right now. This little win streak you have? It’s coming to an end.”

“Keep dreaming old man, keep on dreaming.”

Silva rolled his eyes at you and gestured for you to leave.

“Go on then. You don’t need to be here.”

“I’m just here to watch you get your ass kicked.”

He swung the stick at you and you ducked, backing away with a laugh.

“Get before I give you detention.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

You grinned a little.

“Bye silva! See you later!”

“See you later (Y/N), and remember to hand in that book!” He yelled.

You jogged back to your dorm, grabbed a shower, changing into some more comfortable clothes and just lounged around in your room.

Scrolling through your phone, you nibbled at the snack in your hand as you pulled up your dads contact.

He hadn’t replied to a message, but you knew he was reading them.

You: hey dad, I beat Silva again today. He thinks he’s going to beat me one day but he won’t. I hope you guys are safe, I love you all.

Hitting send, you scrolled through some other apps for a few hours, getting lost in TikTok videos and Instagram.

When you realised the time, you sat up and stretched, grabbing the book on your desk you left the dorm and padded down the hallways.

Heading to the office, you knocked on the door before opening it to see it was empty.

“Asshole said he was going to be here…” you grumbled.

Setting the book down, you left again and made your way towards the quad to find some other students.

“Hey Sky, any idea where Silva is?” You asked.

“Last time I saw him still outside, why?”

“Said he would get me some books from town if I gave him back the other one.”

Sky chuckled a little, nodding his head.

“As usual then. Yeah, check outside.”

You nodded your head and made your way back out to the specialists training ground and you stopped listening carefully.

You took a few steps and stopped again, looking around as you picked up some noises.

Animals.

Students.

Fighting.

That’s what caught your attention so you turned in that direction and ran over, using the fact everyone was inside to your advantage to use your full speed to get there in only a few seconds since you knew no one would see you.

You jumped into one of the trees and crouched down on the branch, your (E/C) eyes peering down at what was going on.

You could immediately smell the that the people there weren’t human, they weren’t vampires either and you sneered a little bit.

“Just tell us where the girl is and we’ll leave.” One said.

“You’re not going anywhere near her or that school.” Silva growled.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I personally don’t want to do this the hard way.”

He slammed Silva into the tree making the man groan in pain and you winced a little.

The werewolves stopped and they tossed Silva aside, and another two picked him up, holding his arms, standing on his legs so he couldn’t get up and held a hand to his throat.

“Ah, the young Mikealson. You took your sweet time getting here.”

He turned to you, and you looked down at him, sneering a little bit.

He growled at you.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” You said lowly.

“And neither are you.”

He looked at Silva, and you sneered even more.

“You’re protective of him, aren’t you? You’re headmaster? You want him to be safe right?”

You said nothing.

“Kill him.”

You jumped down, in a flashed you threw the two werewolves from him and stood behind him, holding his sword in your hands.

“Do not lay a hand on him.” You whispered lowly.

“Aw look at that, she’s trying to protect someone.”

You growled a little and tightened your hold on the sword, placing your hand on the headmasters shoulder to stop him from getting up.

“(Y/N) get out of here.” He said.

“No.”

You glared at the werewolves.

“Why’re you here?”

“For you. You see, your father took something very dear to me. He took my wife. So, I’m going to take something dear to him. His daughter. And if I can’t get you, I’ll take someone dear to you. Your headmaster.”

You clenched you jaw and eyed the werewolves surrounding you.

You couldn’t fight them all and protect Silva, it was impossible, and if they managed to get to you, they would kill him too either way.

“Fuck this.” You said.

Grabbed the back of his jacket, you hauled Silva up with ease.

“Catch me.”

Tossing the sword, you pinned one of them to the tree, and you grabbed Silva by the hand and you began to run, and he ran with you.

“Go get Farah!” He yelled.

“That’s not going to help! Just trust me!”

You looked behind you and looked ahead.

You didn’t have a choice, you had to go all out, so you did.

Grabbing the headmaster, you threw him over your shoulder without an issue and ran, using everything you had with being a vampire to your advantage.

Placing him in the quad, turned around and ducked under the werewolves who jumped at you.

Silva seemed dazed, but you didn’t pay any mind.

Students watched as you ran back out again, taking the ground of strangers with you as you ran back into the forest.

Grabbing his sword, you threw the injured werewolf to the side and ran again.

The howls of the wolves ripped through the silence and you cursed, watching as they slowly surrounded you.

One of them got to close and you swung the sword, and it fell with a cry of pain.

Coming to the training grounds, you tossed the sword away and turned to the wolves that circled you.

“I will rip through everyone at this school if I have go.” The leader snarled at you.

“I will destroy and your pack if you even dare to get close to that school I swear to god I will make you suffer…”

You bared your fangs at him, and he attacked.

You were severely out numbered, but you were handling your own well.

You didn’t want to kill them, so you only hurt them, and maybe that was what your downfall was.

You couldn’t kill anything.

You felt a sharp pain through your stomach, and you looked down at the sword that had been run through you.

You were forced to your knees and your head yanked back so you could look at the leader.

He put his hand near you, and you attempted to bite him, and he yanked it back.

A sharp ringing went through your head and you cried out in pain as it carried on before it stopped.

“We’re not stupid, we have a witch too. How do you think we found you?” He whispered.

You heard people calling your name, and Farah, Silva, Professor Harvey and students all all years and classes came running over, but they were thrown back by the witch.

The leader of the werewolf pack turned to them.

“Release that girl. Now.” Farah called.

“You have no clue what she is, do you?”

“Release her!” Silva yelled.

The man in front of you laughed bitterly, he grabbed your face and forced your to look at them all.

They all looked, a few mumbling a little.

He grabbed your jaw and pried it open. Showing your fangs to them all.

“She’s unnatural. A threat, right here under your own roof! Her father killed my wife, so I vowed that I would kill his daughter!” He yelled.

He looked at you and pulled something from his pocket and you looked at him in fear trying to get away, but you were held tightly down.

He opened it and forced you to drink it, and you screamed, coughing, blood pouring from your mouth.

“Let her go!”

Silva tried to run forward, but he couldn’t make it past whatever barrier had been out in pace to stop them all.

Blood ran down your chin, and you looked at the werewolf.

“How about this, you, or them?” He smirked.

You spat out some blood.

“Go to hell.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He reached out and everything went black.

The school tried anything to bring the barrier down, people were screaming and shouting and yelling your name.

Silva was yelling, cursing, trying to get to you.

Then it went quiet as everyone watched you push yourself up from the ground.

You looked up at the werewolf again and said nothing.

Sitting on your knees as you pulled the sword out of your back.

“You or them?” He asked again.

You clenched your jaw, and he held out his hand, and he was given a bag and he dumped everything down, all of it containing vervain in some way or another.

“I’ll just keep doing this until you decide.” He said.

You refused to answer, knowing either way he was going to kill at least one person after killing you, so either way it was no winning for you.

He grabbed some rope, coating in vervain flowers and drenched it in a liquid version, and then bound you with it.

You bit back your cry of pain, clenching your jaw tightly as you felt your skin burn, smoke rising from your skin.

“Alright then, let’s do this the hard way then.”

Everything they did you stayed quiet, even if the pain was excruciating you did everything you could aside from turning your humanity off in order to ignore it.

You kept your eyes fixed to the werewolf.

Professor Harvey and Farah forced all the students to leave, but Silva couldn’t stop looking at what was going on, he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know what was going on.

“She’s a vampire. They’re rather vulnerable to vervain, and stakes. Though she’s different, aren’t you Mikealson?”

You said nothing.

“Bring the barrier closer, I want them to see what’s been hiding in their school.”

The witch did, bringing the barrier closer so it was only a few feet away and they could really see what was going on now.

“Let me introduce myself, I’m Grey.”

Grey pointed to you.

“This, is a vampire, cold blooded killers. Except (Y/N) here is a direct descendant from the first vampires. The Mikealsons, how old do you think she is, 17 maybe?”

Grey looked at three teachers.

“Tell them how old you are.”

You refused to speak.

He pulled you up to your feet and turned you to face them, and you locked eyes with Silva who stared at you in a mixture of fear and worry.

“Tell them.” Grey snarled.

“600 years old.” You said.

“That’s impossible…” Farah whispered.

“Is it?” Grey asked.

He gestured to your eyes, to your fangs, to the burning of your skin.

“I snapped her neck but she’s still alive. Vampires can do this amazing thing where they can turn their emotions off. It would stop the pain she’s feeling, but there’s a downside.”

“Which is?” Professor Harvey asked.

“She won’t care what happens to anyone. She’s doing this to protect someone.”

Silva looked at you.

You gave a small nod of your head.

“Want to see something else cool?”

He found your hand and pulled the ring from your finger, and you stopped to your knees as you skin began to burn eyes wide, unable to make a sound through the extreme pain.

Farah acted quickly, drawing in magic to cover the sun and you stopped burning immediately, but smoke still rose from your skin.

You coughed, more blood flying from your mouth.

“Why’re you doing this to her? Let her go.” Silva whispered.

“She needs to decide who we will. Her. Or you. But she won’t.”

“Kill me! I don’t care!”

“It’s not your choice. It’s hers, she needs to make it.”

Silva turned to you.

“Choose me.” He said.

You slowly shook your head.

“Why do you care about him so much?” Grey asked you.

You said nothing.

“Do you love him? Are you in love with your headmaster? Because I mean technically nothing would be wrong with that, you’re old enough.”

You shook your head again.

“Did he replace Elijah? Is he a better father to you?”

Again you shook your head.

You felt someone pouring vervain water over you and you clenched your jaw again.

“Then why? What’s so special about him? I’m genuinely curious now, why are you going through all of this pain to protect him?”

You titled your head back, taking a deep breath.

“He’s… like my brother… an older brother…” you rasped out.

Grey titled his head a little and furrowed his brows in confusion.

“A brother?”

You nodded your head and looked back at your headmaster giving him a weak smile.

You then looked down, spitting some blood on to the grass.

“(Y/N)!”

You whipped your head up, and turned your eyes to the side where a small ground was running over and everything happened so fast.

The barrier was broken, a fight, the werewolves were ran off by some of the group you couldn’t quite see, Farah, Professor Harvey, Silva, and your dad ran over.

Elijah reached out and fell back, trying to move away.

“Dad don’t..” you rasped.

“I’m not going to hurt you sweetheart.” He whispered.

“They poured something all over her, it burned her skin.” Farah said.

Elijah looked at you.

“Vervain?” He asked.

You nodded your head and he nodded back, kneeling down in front of you.

“I can’t get the rope of her, please take it over her.” He pleaded.

Silva cut the rope and threw it away, and Elijah grabbed your ring, putting it in front of and you put it back on.

You fell back again, this time against someone and you felt an arm around you.

“You’re okay.. you’re alright… I’ve got you…” Silva whispered.

“How do we help them?” Professor Harvey asked.

“You need to get the vervain of her, she’ll heal but she needs it of her skin. I can’t couch her, I can’t carry her.”

“I’ll do it, will the river work?”

“Yes. Yes.”

They all rushed you to the River, Farah and Saul helped you in and you laid down in the water and Elijah waded in, using the river water to wash the blood from you face.

More people came into the water and you looked at your aunt and uncle.

“They’re gone, you don’t have to worry about them.” Rebekah whispered.

You nodded your head and Elijah looked at them.

“You three might want to turn around, I believe you do not want to see what I have in my pocket.”

The three teachers turned around and he pulled out a blood bag, holding it out to you and you quickly downed it and he put it back in his pocket.

Klaus washed the blood from your mouth and Elijah picked you up, walking out of the water he said on the grass and he leaned you against him.

Everyone followed, and you were looked a lot better than what you were.

Silva crouched next to your dad and reached out, and Klaus grabbed his arm.

“Klaus don’t… please…” you begged weakly.

Your uncle looked at you and let the man go, and he took your hand, holding it tightly.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you..” he whispered.

You shook your head.

“As an I. I should have known they were coming here (Y/N), this is my fault. I put you in danger.” Elijah whispered.

He placed his chin on your head, and you held his arm.

“It’s not.. your fault.. either of you…”

“I should I have protected you better. I should never have sent you away, I thought I was protecting you.”

“And you did..”

You sighed a little, shuffled to get a bit more comfortable.

“They were going to… find me one day dad.. I’m glad I’m here..”

He smiled a little, kissing the top of your head.

“It is a good school.”

He looked to Silva and Farah.

“I apologise I did not tell you the real circumstances as to why I was sending my daughter here. I was trying to protect her from this, I never thought they would find her, or put you all at risk.”

“Threats are a given with this school, we understand your concern for (Y/N).” Farah said.

“She’s a good student, though she has a massive ego.”

Everyone laughed a little at Silva, and you rolled your eyes at him, and he smiled down at you.

“So, I’m a brother to you Huh?” He asked softly.

“I’m sorry…”

Silva shook his head.

“It’s okay. You did nothing wrong, you may be older apparently but you’re always going to be that big egotistical girl who I for some ungodly reason I adopted as my sister.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand gently, and you let go, slowly sitting up you turned around and sat on your knees as you looked at your dad.

“Let me stay… please..?”

Elijah smiled softly and crouched in front of you, pulling you in for a hug you happily returned, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Of course sweetheart. If you’re happy here I’m happy to keep you here.”

He stood up, pulling you up with him and he kept an arm around you to keep you steady.

You looked at Klaus and held your arms out for him, and he hugged you back and then you hugged Rebekah.

Her and Elijah held you up, and you looked at Klaus who was staring at Silva as he stood up.

“He’s family Klaus.. please don’t hurt him..”

Klaus walked over and Silva stared him down.

“Take good care of her.” He whispered.

“I will.” Silva nodded.

Klaus have a small nod and walked back over to you, crouching down so you could climb on his back.

“Let’s get you back to your dorm then little dove.”

Klaus began to walk everyone followed him but Elijah and Silva, who hung back for a few moments before they started to walk.

“Thank you for what you have done for (Y/N). Thank you for bringing her here, and helping her when I couldn’t.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them.”

“That’s okay, I know there was nothing you could have done against them. You’ve done more than I could have ever ask and I am in your debt.”

Silva shook his head.

“You’re not. She’s a good person, you raised her well.”

“I’ve had a long time.”

Silva chuckled, and they made their way to your dorm to make sure you were okay

#fate the winx saga imagine #fate the winx saga x you #fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga x reader #saul silva imagine #saul silva x you #saul silva #saul silva x reader

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contains + featuring ;; — griffith [ golden age arc ] x fem! princess! reader .

request [ anon ] ;; — " So...... can i get a griffith with a so who is Charlotte's bestie but not very princess like even if she is one, childish ,bold , clumsy, straight forward and chaotic but surprisingly griffith and her have common interests. "

a/n ;; — griffith would study and have an interest in philosophy.

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you were visiting midland again to see your close friend, charlotte. the two of you had been raised alongside eachother for most of your childhoods, until you had eventually had to take responsibility of the kingdom after your fathers death, as you had no mother nor other siblings to control the throne. you had finally been able to make some time to see your dead friend again, wondering if she had changed from the shy, sweet girl you remembered her as.

you stepped out of the carriage, met with the lavish gates of the castle. you steadily eye the majestic building, smiling at yourself when you notice it really hadn't changed from the same place you and charlotte chased on another around in so many years ago. your smile widens even further at the sight of the giddy brunette absolutely beaming at you.

as the gates open, you seem unable to contain your relief at seeing her again as you practically jump onto her. you embrace her as she shyly yet surely embraces you back. you pull her away, the two of you giggling.

" hello. seems like we have a lot of catching up to do. " you note as she nods, " of course. " the two of you turn to go inside as you roll up your sleeves and cross your arms, things really hadn't changed at all. it had been a couple years, but the friendship between the two of you hadn't been tainted at all.

you laugh as charlotte squeaks as she chases away from you, you close behind her with a spider cupped in your hands behind your back. yoh enjoyed teasing her, she was so easy to fluster that you just couldn't help it, even if it did make you feel mean at times. the two of you walk up the stairs, emerged in your conversations, you see the king talking to two young men. one having long, silvery hair and the other with short, spikey and black, a scar across the bridge of his nose. charlotte hides behind the stone pillar as you tilt your head, wondering who the two men were for being able to get the king to sing their praises like that.

one of your hands are still on your arm as you uncross the other to point vaguely in their direction, whispering to charlotte to ask her who they were. she goes slightly redder, you realise why when the king calls out to the two of you.

" ah, charlotte and y/n ! it seems you have arrived safely, dear. " he says as your lips go into a straight line, forcing a smile as you replied, " yes, it's an honour to be welcomed back here, your majesty. " you say. you had never really liked charlottes father, but he had too much authority for you to speak out.

" this is my daughter charlotte, " he points vaguely in the direction of the shy princess behind the pillar, " and this is her friend y/n. she is also royalty and is in charge k/n until she truly inherits the throne. " you scan your eyes over the two men.

the taller one was certainly strong. you could tell from his build that he was a worthy warrior, and from his atmosphere, he didn't seem too bad, besides a bit snarky perhaps. and the other didn't give you especially good feelings either, he seemed far too innocent to truly be innocent.

" i am sure you will grow fond of these two warriors and their army as i have, princess. " the king chuckles as you raise a brow slightly, " ill pass. unfortunately, i do not get along with new people. " you smile. " now, excuse me, id quite like to catch up on everything in midland, it has been a long time, after all. " you say as you walk off, eyes lingering on your retreating figure.

" i hope you'll excuse her, she was always a quite straightforward child, even when she was younger. im not sure how charlotte wasn't afraid of her, as i certainly was. " the king lets out a hearty laugh as guts shrugs and griffith offers a polite smile, although curious of your strange character.

you had to say, you didn't really like what you saw happening within the palace, but you brushed it off. you were here to have fun with your friend, not try and manage another kingdom on top of your own.

it was now beginning to get dark, and charlotte had fallen asleep. you did have your own room, but you paced around, unsure of what to do to waste some time. you remembered there being a large type of study in the castle somewhere, although your memory betrayed you on where exactly it even was.

your soft footsteps echoed throughout the deep halls, going to the room. when you peak inside the door of the place you thought it was, you let out a sigh of relief when you see that your memory hadn't completely betrayed you after all. you stepped inside, taking a look at the books and breathing in the scent that books naturally had. your finger traces the curves and edges of the books, scanning the golden titles on the spines. you pick out a few, reading the blurbs and setting them back if they didn't especially pique your interest.

you eventually settled with a few before you saw the same man you had seen earlier staring at you.

" if you're going to stare, you could atleast be discreet about it, y'know. " you laugh as he smiles apologetically, " pardon me. i just noticed that you seemed to have an interest in philosophy from the books you looked at and picked out. " he notes. " well, yeah. it's interesting. " you cut short his analysis.

" is there a reason you find it interesting? " he asks as you shrug, carrying on to sit down and flip open the books cover, " no, not that im aware of. its just fun to read. i quite like any of the arts, but there's no specific reason. "

" then, would you mind if i offered a few recommendations? we seem to enjoy the same topics. " he asks as you shake your head, " i've read most of the books in here three times and then backwards, but if you really want to. "

he tries either way, only to find out you had been telling the truth. although it wasn't for nothing, the small conversations on each book were more than enough, soon you were both just talking about your favourites rather than recommending any as there wouldn't have been any point either way.

so maybe he wasn't so bad, and maybe you could put up with this person just a bit longer.

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[redheadspark]

Affection and Affirming with Azriel x Reader and the prompt is “in the midst of a tense moment,  receiver turns away to conceal their emotions but sender wraps their arms around them and holds them from behind.” Maybe the reader and azriel got into a bad fight and they don’t really know how to solve it so azriel or the reader holds the other?

A/N: great choice Anon! Thanks! It’ll be short since I’m doing this on my lunch break at work!

Call It Even

Summary: you hated your mate being overprotective, and your mate hated it when you were reckless. One thing you two could agree on: your love for one another

Warnings: just angst and fluff at the same time

“You’ve got to be kidding me,”

“Afraid not, darling”

“Teach me how to fight. Az.”

“No,”

You huffed and placed your hands on your hips, glaring up at your mate to see his stoic and stern glare at you. Standing out in the Terrance of the townhouse in Velaris, squaring off with him again with the argument of your safety and combat training. Or lack thereof.

“Why not?” You asked, trying to sound reasonable and not snippy as you were accustomed to when you never got your way. Especially when it came to your safety and what you could do in self defense.

This was no new argument, it was an old one that was about to burst into flames at any moment. Yet if you were stubborn, Azriel was just as bad

“There’s no need for you to learn how,” Azriel reason, though you cocked your eyebrow at him, “There’s no real to threat to our borders or our lands—“

“But it doesn’t hurt to learn how to defend myself,” you explained, “I want to be prepared to take care of myself if something could happen—“

“Nothing will happen,” he made it sound like it was set in stone, nothing would change it. Yet it was not defeat with you. Not yet

“Well if you won’t teach me, then I can get Cassian to teach me,” you said lowly, Azriel’s face almost went into annoyance, the mention of the Illyrian Commander. You hated throwing Cassian into the mix, but you also knew Cassian would be willing to help you out. Even if it meant ruffling Azriel’s wings

“You wouldn’t,” he warned, not in a threatening amber but low just the same

“Try me,” you replied, turning on your heel and walking away from Azriel. For some reason you thought you won the battle and argument once and for all. But you were only a few feet away when Azriel spoke again

“I’ll forbid him from training you,” he growled, his voice now low and dominant. You stopped and clutched your hands to tight you thought you were going to make your hands bleeds from the nails digging into the skin, “I don’t what you to be trained how to fight, end of discussion. Do you understand—“

“NO I DONT!” You for finally bellowed and whirled around so fast you me hair flew up in the sky. Azriel saw your anger all over your face, his own face was trying to remain like stone as you yelled, “I don’t fucking understand! I don’t understand why you wish for me to be defenseless and unwilling to take care of myself! I’m not a fragile fae you can keep hiding in your shadows because you can, I want to be able to fight and be on my own and just——FUCK!”

You turned away from him and slammed your eyes shut. Tears wanted to spill to show you were crying , deep down you wanted to cry since Azriel was not seeing or hearing you. But you were too stubborn and too tough to show even your mate your tears. You breathe out so hard through your nose that it was clearly heard.

You loved Azriel, more than anything you did. But in these times when he wanted to protect you from anything and everything, it was so hard to not lash out at him. But now that you did, your own heart was breaking.

You felt scarred hands, hands that have killed in battle but held you so softly in the throes of love and devotion, touching your back in gentle touches as you cried in your hands. The hand slowly moved to your arms, slowly and like silk moving along your skin to then wrap his arms around you.

Your body stayed still, you feeling the hint of shadows and the soft scent of that was purely Azriel as he both touched you and kept his distance at the same time. He was hesitant, alway was, when it came to you.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, almost sounding wounded himself as he was so close behind you, “I know how you can handle yourself and you wish to. Your stubbornness, as morbid as it sounds, is one of the reasons why I love you because I know how you wish to stand on your own. I merely…”

He paused, inhaling hard and you void have sworn you felt his breathing against your hair, “I thought you weren’t going to make it when our daughter was born.”

Your remembered that night so clearly in your mind. The cold night was a chill and the birth of your daughter was exhausting. You almost lost too much blood, your baby girl crying out for you as Majda worked her magic to keep you alive. You saw nothing but pain and worry on your mates face as he held your baby close, thinking you are already dead.

You never wanted to see that kind of face on Azriel ever again.

“I can’t loose you, our baby can’t loose her mother. Neither of us will be able to handle it if you're gone and out of our lives. I just thought that teaching you to fight would make you open to being hurt…or killed,”

The tears were gone but your head hung low. You couldn’t feel the tearing in your mating bond, that sore and tender pain of being lost to Azriel. You knew then why he would never let you left a dagger or a sword. You were too stubborn to see it, thinking that he was a merely wanting to be hesitant with you. He has, but more than hesitant

“I wouldn’t do anything out of my control, Az. You know that. Our little girl is my world, our world, and to think that I wouldn’t be able to defend myself…or her. Cauldron forbid if you weren’t here—“

“I get it,” he hummed softly, your body going back into him all the more now as his entire front made up your entire back. It was a safe feeling, even in this time of agitation. You never wanted to be this cross with Azriel, and the guilt you had strummed into your own mating bond connecting to Azriel.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked, “I was a stubborn fool,”

“Darling we both are,” he sighed into your hair and hold, “I pray our little Astrid does not inherit that from either one of us,”

You let out a wet snort, Azriel chuckling too and you both are smiling from the thought. There was comfortable silence then, you two holding one another and letting the anger slip away.

“I’ll be the only one who’ll train you, but nothing past a dagger or hand to hand. We’ll call it even, deal?” He asked softly, you tracing the scars on his hands with your fingers.

“Deal,” you replied, being able to handle the compromise , “As I recall, us being in this kind of position lead to us having a little Astrid in the first place, shall we go find her before she has a baby sibling?”

Azriel just chuckled and whirled you around in his arms, you seeing the raw look in his eyes as he smiled and kissed you softly. Both of your stubbornness seemed so strong at certain times. But in that moment, seeing the true reason why he as protective as willing to hold you back, the anger was no longer there.

Calling it even was much better.

The End.

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[therunawaykind]

Driving in her car

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: slightly reckless driving? also this request attacking me personally

The Request: Fluff Wanda request coming through from your favourite anon. Wanda is teaching Reader how to drive! So apparently its known in the compound how Reader doesn't know how to drive yet. When she asked Natasha to help she denied  (they all know how terrible Reader is) and because Wanda has a crush on Reader, she willingly steps in to help. Imagine Wanda having constant panics every time Reader picks up the speed and/or would look away for a few seconds. And after the lesson, Wanda was just too stunned to speak and was like "If I didn't like you I wouldn't have done this." And then, it was Reader who was stunned to speak after that confession. Is this too detailed, Danni? I don't know how to make a request 😭 -💛

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It was no surprise to anyone in the compound considering everyone knew, though it was an aspect of yourself that you would’ve preferred to keep to yourself. What is this aspect of yourself or secret that you have that you don’t want anyone to know? It is simply the fact that you cannot drive. You know it isn’t a big deal but having to rely on and wait around for one of the other avengers if you wanted to go and do anything was really starting to annoy you. And yes, you know buses are a thing, but they just might be the most annoying mode of transport, so you suffered on.

Though what got on your nerves at times were the constant comments made by the majority of the avengers which all revolved around the words “baby.” or “little.” The only avenger out of the whole group that was nice to you and didn’t make you feel bad about not being able to drive was of course none other than Wanda Maximoff.

It was widely known around the compound just how bad of a driver you were when anyone would volunteer to take you out to teach you. So slowly as the number dwindled down to no one you were stuck. So, as you were approaching Natasha one day before you could even get the question out of your mouth, she had already replied with “no don’t think even think about asking me to teach you how to drive baby avenger.” You let out an exasperated sigh and walked back to your room. You knew Natasha didn’t mean it in a harsh or mean way you trained with her most and you were the most comfortable around her. So, you knew she was just saving herself the hassle so you didn’t even think about asking anybody else within the compound to teach you knowing they would probably give you the same answer.  

What you didn’t notice as you walked out of the room dejectedly was Wanda standing at the entrance by the training room watching the encounter between Natasha and you. She couldn’t stop the sad sigh that escaped her lips as she entered the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and some snacks. As she was absentmindedly eating the snacks contemplating giving to the offer of her teaching you how to drive. As soon as that thought crossed her mind Natasha uttered the words “don’t even think about it Wands, you will not know peace.”

Wanda couldn’t help but stare at Natasha with her mouth agape just as Wanda was about to say something else Natasha cut her off “I also know you aren’t doing this for the good of your health, I know you have a crush on her so you think by offering her this something it will awaken her feelings for you and make her realize at the same time you have feelings for her. But in all honesty, I dunno if that’ll work.” Wanda couldn’t help but scoff and roll her eyes. “I’m not doing this just because I have a crush on her Natasha.”  

Natasha couldn’t help but chuckle as she retorted “sure whatever helps you sleep at night Wands.” Wanda couldn’t help but groan as she walked out of the room leaving Natasha behind. Whilst Wanda still had some confidence in her step she decided to walk straight to your room and tell you her decision, she paused right outside your door and took a deep breath right before she started banging on your door “Y/N Y/N OPEN THE DOOR!” Wanda could hear the slight mumbles and grumbles coming from behind the door as you approached.

You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips “what is that you want Wanda? That is so important you are literally banging on my door as if there is a fire?” Okay, so maybe Wanda didn’t realize how hard she was knocking on your door. She scrunched her face up as she looked at you and muttered a quick apology “I didn’t- uhm I didn’t realize I was knocking so loud.” She glances at you again and notices you raise your eyebrows “right, right…. why I’m here uhhhh.” Wanda takes a quick pause to clear her throat as she tries to gain her confidence back “Tomorrow, I’m taking you out in my car and helping you in learning how to drive.”  

“Wands- I uh- I really don’t think that is necessary, really it is a lovely gesture but I’m sure if you asked the others you’d know and hear what a stupid idea this choice is.” 

“Y/N honey, sweetie. I adore that you’re looking out for me from the clear nightmare that it is trying to teach you, but I am not going to change my mind. I am going to help you to some extent…...even if it kills me.” Both of you couldn’t help but laugh at that last comment but also due to the reality of that comment you had to mumble “that really could happen though.” Wanda clicked her tongue as she shoved your shoulder “if you keep doubting yourself, of course, it’s going to be harder and more difficult for you to do well behind the wheel. I can assure you if you start believing in yourself, you’ll pick it up in no time.” You knew Wanda wasn’t going to let this go so you did all you could do and nod slowly in agreement to her statement. “Okay okay, I believe you.”  

It was the morning of the day Wanda was going to take you out to help you learn to drive…. well, more like attempt. Easy to say you had never felt more nauseous in your whole life. She had to have known the horror stories of the other avengers trying to help you. So why would she even bother to offer this to you. You did the only thing you could do now: groan and flop onto your bed backwards. As you counted down the minutes until Wanda inevitably showed up at your door.  

Wanda couldn’t help but smile to herself as she approached the door to your room. She made sure to not knock on your door so loudly… or urgently this time. She could guess that you would be freaking out a bit knowing how much stress this causes you. She could hear the soft huff that escaped your mouth as you walked towards the door. Wanda rocked back and forth on her feet nervously as she expected the door to open. As you slowly pulled back the door Wanda peeked her head around the corner as a huge grin spread across her face in what you could only guess was an attempt to calm you down. You exhale deeply as you grab a jacket and everything else you need as you walk past Wanda and nod your head “let’s get this disaster over with.” Wanda tried not to be hurt at you walking straight past her since she knew you were nervous and probably freaking out internally. So, she took a deep breath a followed after you.  

When Wanda finally caught up to you by her car you were leaning against the driver's side and nervously picking and playing with your fingers. Wanda decided to slow her walking down slightly as she approached you as she spoke quietly “hey, you ready to do this?” you looked up at her from under your eyelashes and nodded hesitantly Wanda gazed and smiled at you as softly as she could as she threw her keys to you “well let’s go then.” As Wanda sits in the passenger side of the car she glances over and notices that everything about you is tense. “Y/N/N you being tense won’t make this easier, it’ll only make it more difficult.” You nod your head slowly as you mumble “I know, I know.”  

Wanda was proud the longer the both of you stayed in the car. She couldn’t lie, you were very hesitant at first, but you started to get more comfortable. But along with you getting more confident in the car came along you getting a tad too relaxed and laid back. Which resulted in you getting distracted and looking away from where you were meant to be. That also resulted in you picking up the speed at a drastic and alarming rate out of literally nowhere. For some reason, you were oblivious to how tense Wanda had gotten with how you were driving. She had as subtly as she could braced herself if anything were to happen.  

Out of the corner of Wanda’s eye, she could see it going to happen again so before anything could happen, she says as softly and calmly as possible “Y/N/N, Y/N/N Hun, sweetie. I adore you right now and you are doing so well. But if I see you get distracted and look away from where you’re supposed to or if you pick up speed out of nowhere, I think I just might go insane because you were doing so well.” When you hear Wanda’s voice come from nowhere your head darts over to her as you accidentally speed up again Wanda takes a deep breath and looks over at you. “Y/N get out of the car, switch seats.”  

“But-”  

Wanda shakes her head slowly as she starts to unbuckle her belt “nu-uh just-” Wanda sighs “just switch seats.” The drive back to the compound wasn’t as tense as you thought it would be, once Wanda was back in the driver's seat she relaxed quite quickly. But you couldn’t lie out of everyone that had tried to help you to learn to drive Wanda had been the most successful. Wanda parked her car in the garage as she started to switch off the ignition, she turned towards you slightly “Y/N as much as I may have had a little freak-out back there you actually did very well, and I am very proud of you for the progress you made today.” You couldn’t help but smile at her softly as you mumbled “It’s down to your help but thank you.” Wanda smiled softly as she walked into the compound.  

Natasha smirked as she walked past and saw Wanda’s rather dazed gaze. She started laughing as she took a sip of her drink “so how’d it go?”  

You nervously glanced over at Wanda as she paused where she was standing “they did actually very well, but they did give me moments of complete and utter panic.” Your brows furrowed as you looked at Wanda as she was talking. She sighed as she walked over to you and patted your cheek “but you did well, and I would not have done this at all for you Y/N if I didn’t like you.” You stare at Wanda stunned and mouth agape as you stand there stunned as she walks off. As you finally register what she said you shout up the stairs after her “WAIT, do you mean like me as in you’d date me?”  

You hear a faint “YES” come from Wanda’s room. Natasha and Wanda couldn’t help but laugh as they heard you run and scramble up the stairs to get to Wanda’s room.  

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[magic-hcs]

How would the boys feel with a secret admirer? And maybe once the secret admirer reveals themselves 👀

It went accidentally out of hand so I’m going to split them up in multiple parts, please bear with me anon! 🙏🏻

Sky: US Sans

Syrup: US Papyrus

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All the boys except a few would like having a secret admirer in general. But none would like it if the secret admirer takes it too far by -for example - stalking or a love letter written especially passionately about confessing their undying love.

Sans: He’s very chill in general, really liking the surprise ketchup bottles around his hotdog stand - he knows it isn’t one he possibly misplaced because there’s a ribbon and note tied to it - or the few wild flowers he sometimes finds carefully placed inside his mailbox. He likes to place those wild flowers in the pages of a book. (I don’t know what you call this)

Sans thinks it’s cute, plus it doesn’t harm anyone, so he’s fine with it. But after a while Sans is getting curious who this secret admirer of his could possibly be. So at first he tries to catch you in the act, but if you move in the early mornings, then Sans will never catch you.

Plan A failed, time for plan B.

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Which is just him sticking sticky notes on the exact places where you leave your gifts. At first his sticky notes only consisted of puns, so after a while of engulfing you in sticky note and ketchup and flower puns you finally replied with a pun of your own.

And I tell you, Sans’ already wide grin became even wider when he read it.

Cue one sided punning war from Sans until you playfully beg for mercy, which he grants - only because you’ve doodled a white surrender flag at the corner of the note. It is then that the two of you start having conversations through the sticky notes and after a month or more Sans has found himself with a crush.

You reveal yourself by placing a note on Sans’s hotdog stand with the words ‘behind you ;P’ written on it. Sans at first thought it was just a prank planned by you. But he goes along anyway, chuckling to himself the whole time. “welp, guess it’s me who should turn around and greet a new pal.” He says as he turns to look behind him, finding you smiling right behind him.

And I swear my dude was barely able to refrain the heart eyes from appearing right then and there.

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Papyrus: Oh this boy adores it. If you regularly send him positive encouraging letters he’ll jump from his bed and sprint down the stairs every morning to see if and what his secret admirer wrote to him that day. And if he finds a note directed to him in his mailbox, Papyrus will let out a squeal of excitement. Before snatching it from the box and sprinting back inside as if avoiding being caught doing something he shouldn’t. Once back in his room he’ll clutch the letter to his chest, feeling the inside of his chest erupt with fluttering butterflies. Papyrus keeps all his notes in a box inside his closet. The place where he keeps all his treasures and objects that give him comfort.

He is so very excited and happy when you reveal yourself to him. He feels very appreciated by the notes you wrote him, it helped him real well when he had a bad day.

I would say that he wouldn’t immediately want to date you, since he doesn’t know you yet. But he would love to start out as friends!

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Sky: Oh he’s ecstatic. He loves it a lot and it’s the highlight of his day. The first day you left him a note Sky was feeling quite blue, so when he saw the letter directed to him he gasps and delicately yet quickly grabs the letter, rushing into the house to read it immediately.

Not long after there comes a squeal from within the house. Sky is clutching the note to his chest, a slight blush on his face and stars in his eyesockets.

Syru’s head came peeking past his bedroom door asking what got Sky so excited.

Since then, Sky has been gathering every note, flower and nicknacks his secret admirer has been giving him. He treasures them dearly, but after a while he secretly wants more, he wants to know who his secret admirer is. So he starts to wake up even earlier or staying up later to try to catch you in the act. But unlike Sans, Sky does manage to catch you.

And oh boy, he can’t contain himself. It doesn’t matter if you’re bigger or smaller than him - this boy is stronk, and he could always use gravity magic to aid him - Sky will hoist you in the air and twirl you around. He’s happy he finally gets to meet you.

Like Papyrus, he wants to be friends first to get to know you before considering a relationship.

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Syrup: you approach him via messages online instead of notes and stuff. Syrup is a bit more skeptical about it. He doesn’t go outside all that much like Sky, nor does he have much of a social media precedence except for his coding job. So at first he’s thinking it’s a prank or something. Asking you how you know him and what you want from him, just being very careful and keeping his guard up.

Once you message him back saying that he had once done a coding job for you and that you’ve been admiring him and his work, Syrup finds himself slowly easing up a bit. Especially when you hurry to say that you’ll stop and leave him alone if you were bothering him. Which he does appreciate. Syrup answers by saying he’ll need some time to think about it, which is a decision you respect.

He gives you the answer on a rainy day; he’s been having a rough allround day and looking through your previous messages really helped him through it. Syrup allows you to keep messaging him on the condition you reveal yourself. That night you either video call him or arrange a meeting. It’s the start of a budding friendship. And maybe even more…

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction!

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