#personally i love that flora was the first to confess

[floralovebot]

Do you think Helia would have ever confessed to Flora if she hadn’t done it first?

I do actually! I think there was a part of Helia that kind of knew Flora liked him back or at the very least that she was interested in him (based on him being Very Flirty when he usually isn't and her liking it). He would definitely be scared and doubt himself at times but I think he would eventually get the courage to at least ask her on a date if she hadn't confessed first. We've seen him take the first step before (like the kissing scene) so I didn't think this would be ooc for him!

I definitely think it would start with him asking her on a date first or just confessing his feelings and not straight to "will you be my girlfriend". He'd worry about coming on too strong or misinterpreting her actions. So he would definitely confess! But probably just by actually confessing and not asking if she wants to date.

#answered #personally i love that flora was the first to confess #its so cute and it really helped her gain more confidence #i cant imagine how crushed she wouldve felt if he hadnt felt the same way... #good thing he recognizes how cute she is 😌 #but i also LOVE the idea of helia being the first to confess its so cute #i definitely think it wouldve been later though! like s3 to s4 even #they would both be so hesitant to confess so i think it really works that chatta pushed flora to do it #even though it was scary they would both need that push i feel #i imagine one of the specialists would have eventually pushed helia though so maybe sooner than s4!!

[destructive-path]

hi lovely!! idk if you're taking requests, but can you write gentle abby having reader (who's SUPER DUPER nervous because it's readers first time having sex) in her lap and she's just talking her through fingering? i love gentle skin on skin and i feel like it would be so hot ☹️☹️💕

anything 4 u (sorry this took me a min to finish and i got a little lazy at the end )

from stone to clay (A.A)

tags- 18+ MDNI , gf!abby , virgin!reader (reader is legal! i imagine shes at least 20 in this), afab reader she/her referred, anyone can read this the insert just has a vagina!, kissing, romantic!abby, swearing, fingering(duh), thigh riding,squirting………..whew

a/n- tbh me writing for abby was easier than i thought itd be purely bc i picture her irl to be soo much like the way i describe her in this fic. but this in a once in a blue moon occurrence bc i have way too many ellie fics i need to finish (help)

also yk the mf drill i didnt proofread or edit this just be a good reader and enjoy it for what it is mama is lazy

abby was chivalry personified

most people knew her to be quiet with a certain nobleness shining off her demeanor. her confidence was undeniable yet humble, she was reserved but also gallant. her personality mimicked something of a prince.

keeping mostly to herself, she remained occupied by things that made her all the more interesting to those around you. history, photography, not to mention her keen athletic skills. if her stature didnt give her away the whispers of praise from her peers at the gym did.

she was terribly intimidating. deemed something of a god by those around her. the possibility of becoming her friend was a trophy won by very few. so when she approached you one day, flowers in hand you thought it was an elaborate prank.

no one knows how it happened. how one day you were sure the infamous woman didnt even know your name, to becoming the object of her affection. it was like night and day. the moment abby had laid her eyes on you she become the face of chivalry.

she wrote you notes, texted you good morning everyday as well as pictures of things that reminded her of you. abby would ask you out on dates solely in person. (you secretly damned this trait because each time she asked it made you a blushing mess) she insisted on picking you up and paying each time, presenting you with a gift or an arrangement of flora upon arrival.

abby didn’t make a move on you for a while.

shortly after agreeing to start seeing her you confessed no one had asked you on a date before. this shocked her immensely due to the fact that she was so smitten with you. so she decided she would be the perfect gentlewoman, making sure each first memory you shared would be astoundingly romantic and particularly respectful. the last thing abby wanted to do was rush you or make you uncomfortable.

the first time you and abby shared a kiss was when she asked you to be her girlfriend. she had given you a night straight out of a movie. your heart never beat so fast for so long. at the end of the night she remained her respectful self, walked you to your doorstep, faced you and pulled you into her arms. god shes so strong. abby brought her hand to your cheek and her face close to yours and gently stated

“i want you to be mine.”

she had robbed you of speech whilst boring her eyes into yours, if she wasn’t holding you so tight you would’ve gone completely limp at the sound of her voice. at a complete loss, you gave her a gentle nod then abby placed her lips on yours giving you a perfect first kiss.

it wasnt long until you had become curious of more intimate moments you two could share. you weren’t a child, just accidentally sexually stunted, you had let yourself become consumed with more important things, it wasn’t until you turned 18 that you realized you had missed out on lifes more…sensual pleasures. so here you were years later and the opportunity to learn could not be more accessible.

it was hard to not be aware of how abby made you feel. you had become official just before the summer kicked in and as the temperature rose outside so did the temperature in the bedroom. once abby had made you her partner she came over alot. the hotter it got the less she would wear, as did most, but most people werent abby. MOST people didnt spend everyday lifting weights at the gym. and god did it show.

on one particular sweltering hot day abby found that her air conditioning had bust. luckily for her yours was operating fine. she shows up at your door dressed in low hanging loose fitting shorts that stopped mid thigh and a black muscle tee with the side holes leaving her entire abdomen on display. she was wearing a red sports bra that day. red. you would never forget it.

fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes of abby on your couch in a thin layer of sweat and flushed cheeks. fifteen minutes of abby subconsciously moaning about how good the air conditioning feels….

“baby?….you okay?”

she questions. your heaving now, and abby, being the sweet girlfriend she is, is incredibly concerned. what she doesn’t know is that you’ve been staring at the muscles on her thighs for fifteen minutes and your starting to sweat. and it’s not because of the weather.

“abby…”

you whine. and she gets it now. and shes giving you those eyes. god damn that look in her eyes because its making you breathe harder and now your sure its because you have never needed someone to touch you more than now.

desperation oozes out of you causing abby to hum. a faint smile forms on her lips as she pats her lap and beckons you in a sweet tone that rings through your whole body.

“cmere..”

she didnt even need to ask. before the words had even left her lips you had made your way over to her. you find yourself climbing on top of her and settling directly on her lap. its slightly embarrassing considering abbys position under you. shes got her arms spread out on either side of her, legs spread apart. she hasnt even touched you yet. for a second, she takes in the sight of you, abby has yet to see you this vulnerable up close. this intimate.

“hi.”

shes smiling at you in a way that makes your skin burn. you cant help but giggle at how precious shes being considering how sensual this moment feels. your arms hug your body awkwardly feeling overwhelmed by her glare. abby leans her head down to meet your lowered gaze sending your head up right. slowly she unfolds your arms and places her hands on the soft of your underarm. her fingers sprawl into claws and she carefully scratches her way up to your hands placing them on her bulging arms.

“hold on.”

abby whispers while tightening your grip around her biceps before her hands settle on your hips. a slight confusion overcomes you at her words but then she’s lifting you off her lap effortlessly and placing your heat over one of her thighs instead of your initial place on her lap. as she lowers you over her incredibly toned thigh her nose trails up your body taking in your scent. abby inhales deep tickling the surface of your skin making your hairs stand up. eventually your thinly clothed cunt comes in contact with abbys thigh muscle, the fact that a single thigh is enough to seat you comfortably has you staining your boxers. you grasp her arms a little tighter.

“you okay?”

shes whispering in your ear and her touch is driving you crazy.

“just tell me to stop if it gets to be too much…”

your lack of know how in this current situation has you completely pliant to her advances. there was something in you that was reluctant to have abby see you so exposed like this. maybe its the way her composure was kept under wraps. she was so stoic underneath you, demeanor oozing unwavering confidence, each touch she graced you with filled with intention. she was extremely calculated, focused on making you feel comfortable, making you feel good. roaming hands explore every inch of you. its a mix of delicacy and desperation, slight pressure applied to your skin attempting to coax out any nervousness you may have in this moment but its really no use. abby is too perfect like this. she had always been attentive to what made you feel good that each touch of her finger tips on your bare skin overwhelms you.

Its subtle, but the only thing giving away abbys true excitement in this moment is her heartbeat. you can feel it thump fast against your chest as she holds you close. her hands had finally settled on your hips, she had become obsessed with the feeling of your pelvis, the way your skin bunched together at the bend atop your leg for abby to grasp onto. she began to stroke you there softly, dragging her hands back and forth unconsciously compelling your hips to move on her thigh.

“abby.”

she hums at sound of your voice still deeply consumed in your increasingly sultry scent. you cant remember when but she had began placing soft kisses on your neck. your head had cocked slightly to the left leaving room for sweet pecks from your girlfriend that fed into the need for more of her.

“abby..”

shes kissing your jaw, your pulse that has picked up to an almost alarming pace, the base of your neck, god does she even know shes making you rock your hips on her thigh? her grip on your pelvis has become so strong you have no choice but to give in to abbys manipulation of your body. unbeknownst to her the heat of this moment making everything in abbys body flex. your seat on her thigh had become so tense you swear you can feel a vein prodding at your wet spot.

“abby!”

it all feels too good, and she hasnt even kissed you directly yet and your clothes are still on and if you spend another second riding her like this you might just come from it.

“hmm…what? you okay love? you need me to stop?”

her face finally leaves its home in your neck and shes looking at you with those eyes again. abby had become so consumed in the moment she didn’t realize her actions were having such an effect on you. concern floods her eyes but theres something else there too. a look you have yet to see from your girlfriend. it almost looks like shes in pain. she looks at you like if you told her stop her advances she might actually start crying. abby is trying to make sure she hadn’t moved too fast or made you too uncomfortable, but at the same time shes just so eager to have her hands on you.

“im so sorry baby, i got carried away…your just-do you want me to stop? please dont make me stop? ill be good i promise…”

her sweaty forehead meets yours and she is massaging you again, this time more desperate than before.

“no! please dont stop…..its just- hurts. the clot-boxers…need them off…”

your practically panting while your heads remain connected as she looks up at you and sports a soft smile. then finally shes connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. her hands find their safe spot on your hips as she sends you slightly backwards upon initial contact. your grip on her biceps has yet to falter so you dont fall off your place on her lap. abby uses the leverage of your position to maneuver your boxers off your legs. somehow she had kissed you deeply all while finding a way to remove the sticky fabric down your legs and tossing it somewhere in the living room.

once your boxers had been discarded she sits you back upright on her thigh. the skin to skin contact on your cunt makes you whimper and disconnect from her kiss, screwing your eyes shut due to the foreign and intense pleasure you felt there.

“shh shh shhhh…its okay baby-”

abby whispers against your lips, she doesn’t touch your leaking center just yet, instead she strokes the plush on your thigh and this time its making you shiver. You shake to the point where your girlfriend cant even deny how cute it is. how cute you are under her touch, the smallest action making you weak. but she cant tease you too hard just yet, abby wants to be a good girlfriend and teach you what its like to feel desired. to be touched by someone who truly cares about your pleasure. her hand smooths right underneath your belly button, eyes trained on yours.

“gonna touch you here now okay?”

abby is almost too respectful about everything that’s going on. part of you wishes she would just have her way with you, to quit the patronizing and fuck you however she wanted. you knew your girlfriend better than that though. you knew this was going to be an an torturously slow experience, abby was going to take her time.

you give her a nod of approval, anxious for whats to come next. she stares at you for a little longer admiring your state. her heart beats faster at the look of you. your puffy lips and red cheeks. every inch of you glossy due to sweat. she observes until she physically cant resist the need to touch you anymore. her head drops to look at your cunt on her thigh and you see her swallow, hard.

“fuck.”

abby swears in a dirty tone, its harsh and punctuates the consonant at the end. the sounds makes you slap her arm slightly out of embarrassment.

“abby.”

“sorry! sorry….”

she trails off entranced by your pussy. its weeping and the sight makes abbys ears burn red. she licks her lips as she trails her thumb down your vagina until it reaches the hood over your puffy clit due to you riding her thigh just minutes before, then she stops. you inhale the lower she advances on you to a sharp end, she finally reaches your most sensitive button you breathe out harshly when she slowly circles her thumb there. a slight squeal follows your breathing that illicits a hum of approval from your girlfriend.

“m’gonna play with it for a little okay? its going to tickle but you have to relax, then it will start to feel really good okay?”

shes rubbing you sort of rhythmically, her thumb circles with a fluidity so visually stimulating that more moans start to leave your lips.

“that’s good. its okay to make noise, means your feeling good baby.”

all you can do is nod and squeeze abbys arms tight. the subtle coaching tone in her voice makes your head feel light. she had a habit of spending countless hours in the gym, so it made sense that she could play the role of a good trainer/teacher.

after a while of abby intently massaging your clit you had become more pliant to her touch. she had your loose fitting tank top pulled taught behind you so she had better access to look at your now soaking pussy. the faster she moved the more the room filled with sounds of your slick. once it had started to ring so loud in your ear you fell forward into your girlfriend hiding your face in her neck. although you were embarrassed that didn’t stop the subtle roll of your hips into her thumb.

“s-so embarrassing..”

you whispered in her ear, concerned that abby would become disgusted by just how wet you had become so easily.

“mmhmm i don’t mind, its normal. plus it lets me know that im making you feel good.”

it didnt take much for you to believe her, abby was a good girlfriend. she wouldn’t lie.

so if she wanted go know how good you felt you made sure to show her just how much of a perfect girlfriend she was being.

“feels so good abby...”

your words tickles her ear drum and practically doubles the movement of her thumb on your cunt.

“yeah?”

“mhhmm”

you nod fast, face still buried her neck soaking in the smell of her.

“you want more?”

when she presents you with this proposal something in you snaps. any shyness you previously had was gone, the mere idea of abby being able to make you feel more, to make you feel better than you already did had become so enticing that everything else faded away. you craved more.

“please…”

before you can finish the word she’s adjusting you so that your leaky hole is more accessible to her fingers. she flips her hand over so her middle digit flick’s quickly through your folds. you clench around nothing at the feeling. its fast and somehow more intense then before, the action mimicking something of an intrusion without even entering you fully yet. the sensation makes you bite your lip straining your voice afraid that if you let yourself, you would scream.

“gotta make sure you are ready for me hmm? it might hurt a little at first but remember what i said about relaxing-“

“abby i know how it works okay? please just hurry-uh!”

she takes your impatience as a cue to finally enter your warmth with her middle finger. it stings at first involuntarily causing your thighs to close but she stops you. abbys mouth falls open as she feels how tight you squeeze around her.

“you relaxing baby? or are you just- fuck- just this tight?”

you sit up straight to observe the scene beneath you and it almost makes you faint. abby is fucking her finger into you slowly, twisting her wrist as she exits as an attempt to get you to open up for her. its not working too well, you watch as she enters you and see how your body practically pushes her digit out. you needed to relax.

“you have to loosen up love, or i won’t be able to fuck you because it will hurt too much. i don’t want to hurt you okay? so…cmere.”

she beckons you with her lips and you lean forward to meet her in a kiss. as she kisses you she begins the flicking motion on your slick again. you sink deeper into the kiss while she toys with you’re pussy, finding comfort in her lips.

“m’trying to relax…”

“i know i know just focus on my lips…”

and you do because they are heaven on earth. her soft kiss blurs the world around you. abby is normally marble, beautiful but hard and somewhat cold not susceptible to much damage. but right now she’s clay. messy, wet, and easily manipulated. you could tear her apart into tiny little pieces and she would let you, she would do anything for you. the thought of her changing the fabric of who she is in your presence finally makes you give in to her completely.

shes prodding at your entrance with her digit when she finally feels you open up slightly. one hand moves to continue her circles on your clit whilst the other begins to pump into you slowly.

“oh my god..”

this is the feeling you had been curious about for so long. the way her finger glides in and out of you with ease is a feeling you weren’t sure how you went so long without. but you were glad you did because something about abby being your first made it all worth the wait.

“feels much better doesn’t it baby? i knew that kiss would make you relax…”

her tone is mocking you slightly and you thank god for it because she’s had been so goddamn intense throughout this whole thing.

“…might need to add another finger…”

her ring finger slides into you and you can’t help but moan. you had never felt so full. abby wastes zero time and curls her fingers into you. you watch the way her bicep flexes as she pounds into you. the veins of her neck strain as she concentrates solely on your pussy. your hand snakes around her neck and you begin to let your hips meet her fingers chasing a feeling building up inside you.

“yesss good girl..ride my fingers baby just like that…you feel it? gonna come soon?”

the hand that was ones playing with your folds now finds a place on one of your tits. shes fucking you while playing with your perky nipples through your tank top and they sensitivity sends you off the edge. once again you are rendered speechless with only a frantic nod to use at your disposal.

abbys thigh lifts whilst your hips begin to stutter, insuring your movement progresses on her flexing muscle. shes pounding into you now at a pace so fast but so sweet. it doesn’t hurt anymore, in-fact its the opposite. it feels so perfect that you begin to feel a familiar sensation that scares you.

“abby, im gonna-“

“it’s okay baby give it to me.”

“n-no im-“

“i know your so close baby you can do it.”

“it feels like im gonna-“

without warning you squirt all over abbys fingers.

the initial gush from your cunt startles her. she assumed you were just going to orgasm, not soak her fingers completely. you expect her to push you off but she doesnt. her fingers leave your sopping pussy and guide your hips to ride out your high on her thigh muscles. abby cant believe how amazing you look right now. she cant believe she just made you squirt the first time you had been fingered. it was definitely going to go to her head. she reveled in how your hips stuttered awkwardly whilst you screamed in pleasure.

the both of you are a panting soaked mess. both of your hands explore each others bodies soothing out the overwhelming feelings coursing through you due to the events of what just happened. you shake slightly as abby holds you close planting soft kisses on your neck that make you sigh.

“I-Im sorry abby I didn-“

“shhhh you did so good pretty girl. you are perfect.”

she whispers in your ear before wrapping her arms around you, picking up your half naked body with ease and carrying you to the bathroom where you two would shower together, scrubbing your bodies of what would be the first of many more sexual occurrences you shared together.

***

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[dindjarindiaries]

When a House Becomes a Home

summary: A new home brings new responsibilities, and there’s only one person who can teach Din how to cook a proper meal: you.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x reader

contains: food, domesticity, fluff

rating: T

word count: 3.833k

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Din sighs as he looks over your shoulder at the datapad in your hand. “I didn’t realize cooking would take as much effort as a job,” he confesses, his modulated voice laced with amusement. He points at the vidscreen. “That’s a long list.”

“What you put into it is what you get out of it,” you insist. You gesture to the cabin from where you stand in the threshold. “I’m not letting our first meal in this home be mediocre.” You give his armored shoulder a playful nudge. “And I know you love a good side quest.”

Din tilts his helmet at you. “Only with a good partner by my side.” He sets a gloved hand upon your back. “Come on, riduur. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can get back.”

Grogu’s pod floats at Din’s other side as he starts to lead the way into town. You glance at him with an eyebrow raised. “Are you becoming a homebody already?”

Din shrugs, his fingers giving your back a thoughtful tap. “We’ve been traveling the galaxy for many years.” He swings his helmet to look at you. “A night of rest sounds pretty tempting after that.”

“Well, this shouldn’t take too long.” You look over the list of ingredients on your datapad again. “You’re a bounty hunter, after all. Just pretend everything on this list is a quarry you have to find.”

Din huffs at your words. “Like I said before.” He gestures with his helmet to your datapad. “It’s a job.”

You lean close to his visor. “With a delicious payout.” You tuck your datapad on your belt and take his hand from your back, lacing his gloved fingers with yours. “If you cook as well as you make an argument, this will be the best meal of your life.”

Din chuckles at that and gives your arms an embarrassed swing. You laugh and bring yourself closer to his side as you continue closing the distance towards the heart of Nevarro.

It’s easy for Din to navigate the bazaar, even after all this time. He’d spent many years on planet before your travels together began, and despite how much it’s changed since then, Din seems confident in the way he strides towards the merchant’s booths. You release his hand to take the empty knapsack off your shoulder and hold it towards him. “Do you mind helping me collect our items?”

“Sure.” Din nods and takes the knapsack from you, holding it between his gloved hands as you reach for your datapad and reference your list. “Where are we headed first?”

You show him the list and let him glance over it. “We’ll need to find a butcher, a flora stand, and…” you hesitate as you see more of the random ingredients, “I guess we just need to look everywhere.”

“Sounds like a challenge.” Din tightens his grasp on the knapsack and gives his helmet a quick tilt. “I like it.” He pats your shoulder and looks to the way ahead. “Let’s do it.”

You and Din work together to make your way through the booths and collect the freshest versions of everything you need. The hardest challenge is keeping Grogu from eating both your product and the merchants’, one that Din handles for the most part while he lets you make the selections. For once, credits are easy to come by, thanks to Greef Karga’s generosity. The gratitude of the Nevarro citizens helps when they recognize Din and the role he had to play in saving their city.

The walk back to your cabin is even quicker than before. Din keeps the knapsack slung over one of his shoulders and his hand has found its way into yours again. There’s almost a skip in his step that you can’t help smiling at.

“Someone’s excited to get in the kitchen,” you observe, your fond grin only growing.

“I’m holding on to a bag full of food.” Din lifts his elbow to lightly jostle the knapsack. “I’m just ready to have something other than rations.”

You chuckle and wait for Din to take the keycard from his belt. He unlocks the cabin door and pushes the button to open it for you. With a nod, you thank him and walk inside first, taking a deep breath as you look around the space that’s set to become your home. The door slides closed after Din enters with Grogu’s pod and he stands just behind your shoulder, as if he’s also taking in your surroundings. You look at him and watch as he lifts both hands to remove his helmet, his brown gaze shining as the corners of his lips gently tug up in a small smile.

“I’m… still not used to it,” Din confesses, his natural voice always a welcome surprise. “It’s much different than the tunnels and the Crest.”

You turn to face him and ease the knapsack from his shoulder. “Then let’s start to make it feel more like home.” You press a hand upon Din’s cuirass. “Make yourself comfortable and I’ll get everything prepped. Okay?”

Din nods, his gaze full of wonder as his eyes search yours for a long moment. Your hand rises to the side of his face as you press a kiss upon his cheek, sending him off with a gentle tap against his skin. You hoist the knapsack onto your shoulder and take Grogu out of the pod, setting him down in the living area with the shift knob from the Crest to keep him busy. He coos with delight and begins to entertain himself, allowing you to focus on preparing the kitchen.

Greef had been kind enough to make sure the cabin was fully furnished, and that included supplies for cooking. You smile to yourself in gratitude as you set the recipe on the datapad in front of you and take out whatever you need. The ingredients are arranged in a way that makes sense, especially for someone as organizational as Din. You pause to check on Grogu every once in a while, watching as he plays catch with himself using his powers.

Din catches you in the midst of one of these moments, his presence adding an even warmer glow to the room as you turn your head to look at him. He’s reduced himself to his pants and the black tunic he wears underneath his flight suit, his suspenders hanging loosely at his sides. His attention is focused on Grogu’s play even as he continues making his way towards you.

“It’s good that he knows how to keep himself busy,” Din states, setting his weight on one hip as he reaches your side. You nod, unable to speak thanks to the overwhelming flutters within your chest. He turns to look at you and raises an eyebrow at your silence. “What is it?”

You beam and shake your head. “Nothing.” You focus back on the preparations in front of you. “Okay, the first thing we should do is roast the flora.” You take the bunches of the flora and offer a few to Din. “Can you help me cut these?”

Din nods, though he hesitates before he accepts them. “Wait.” He goes to the water pump and washes off his hands, making you bite back a smile. Din’s always been adamant about his cleanliness, that of himself as well as his weapons and armor. He returns and gently takes the flora from you. Once he sets it down, you offer him a small knife. “How should I cut it?”

“Into small pieces.” You demonstrate a few for him, pausing to make sure he’s gotten it.

Din copies your work and lifts the small piece in his hand for you to see. “Like this?”

You grin and nod at him. “Perfect.” You turn your focus back to the flora and speak as you work. “You’re well on your way to becoming an expert.”

Din scoffs. “This is just the first step, cyar’ika.” He adds his pieces to the place where you’ve been setting your own. “You’re being too kind.”

You release a soft laugh. “All I’m saying is that a lot of cooking is cutting things.” You gesture with your knife to his work. “And you’ve got that down pat.”

“With all of my vibroblade training, you’d hope I would.”

You give his shoulder a gentle nudge and giggle when he gives you one in return. You finish right before Din does, though he takes his last piece and walks away with it. Your brow furrows as you watch Din bring it over to Grogu, offering it to the little one with a small smile. Grogu coos in gratitude and eats it as if he’s never had a meal before. Din stands from where he’d been kneeling and returns to you.

“The flora has been Grogu approved.” Din brushes his hands together and sets them on his hips. “What’s next?”

You turn to the datapad with an amused smile. “An efficient and eager learner.” You steal a quick look at him. “Your metrics in the kitchen are panning out to be quite high.”

Din’s face turns the slightest shade of pink and he shrugs. You take a vial of oil and offer it to him. He accepts it, though his gaze never leaves you as he awaits his instructions.

“Drizzle this over the flora.” Din nods and opens the vial. “It’ll be ready to roast once we toss it.”

Din pours some of the oil out and stops abruptly. He turns to look at you. “Was that too much?”

You shake your head. “No, no. That’s fine.”

Din closes the vial and sets it down. “It came out faster than I expected.”

“That can tend to happen.” You reach your hands forward to toss the flora in the oil. Once it’s all covered, you gesture to the fireplace and spit. “Can you get a fire going so we can roast it while I wash my hands off?”

Din nods and disappears from the kitchen for a moment. You watch in confusion until he returns with his vambrace on. You can’t help chuckling when he bends down to the tinder and gently engages his flamethrower, getting the small fire started in no time. He stops as he walks by you washing your hands off. “Is ‘use what you’ve got’ a rule of the kitchen?” He gestures to the vambrace on his arm.

You grin at him. “It absolutely is.”

Din returns your smile before he leaves to set his vambrace back in the bedroom. He comes back and exhales, rolling up his sleeves. “The warmth of that fire works quickly.”

“That’s why we’ve got to do the same.” You take a protective glove and use it to set the flora and its container on top of the spit. “The flora will roast fast, and when it’s halfway done, we’ve got to add this tip-yip.”

“Understood.” Din gestures to the meat you’ve already set out. “What can I do?”

You take one of the two pieces of tip-yip and hand it to him. “Can you guess?”

Din chuckles and raises his knife. “Cut it into small pieces?”

You nod and lean closer to him. “You’re catching on.” You give his cheek a kiss and watch as it burns a deeper red this time. “They don’t have to be too small, though.” You demonstrate one strip for him. “Like this.”

Din nods and once again tries to mirror your work. “Is there something else to do with it after?” Din steals a quick glance at you. “At the covert, we just used to throw it on a spit and call it a day.”

“I figured as much, and that’s okay, too.” You point with your knife to a collection of herbs. “Your covert eats for health and nourishment, but we’re cooking mostly for flavor. We’re gonna use that to season it.”

“That sounds nice.” Din’s voice is only slightly strained as he goes on. “I think… my parents used to do that, too.”

You stop what you’re doing and set your full attention on him. His brow is slightly knit as he continues cutting the tip-yip, though he’s quick to finish and return your gaze. He catches your concern and offers a reassuring nod as he sits his hand over one of yours.

“Don’t worry. It’s a good thing.”

You smile and return his nod, exhaling a soft breath as you finish with your piece. You reach for the herbs and other seasonings and set them between you and Din. “All it needs is a few sprinkles of all of these.”

As you finish each one, you hand it off to Din, letting him do the same to his share. Once it’s all distributed, you toss it just as you had with the flora. You take a moment to look at Grogu as you work, though he’s still busying himself with the shifter knob that he tosses into the air over and over again.

“Now that it’s all combined,” you start, taking both your share as well as Din’s and adding it to a transfer plate, “we can add it to the flora. But first…” You trail off, lifting your season-covered hands for Din to see.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Din smiles and races you to the water pump. You laugh as you try to push him aside and he chuckles as he does the same to you. He ends up taking your hands and washing them for you, letting you dry them off while he does the same for himself. Din takes the initiative under your lead in wearing the protective glove and transferring the tip-yip over to the roasting flora. “It already smells good.”

You raise your brow as he sets down the plate and the glove. “How good?”

Din tilts his head at you as if he’s still wearing his helmet. “Really good.”

“Well, you know what?” You step towards him and set your hand on his chest. “It’s gonna taste even better.” You keep your hand where it is as the other reaches around Din and finds the long, metal tongs. “We ought it to keep it from burning, though.” Din huffs and nods in agreement. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Din takes the tongs from you. “I’d be honored.”

You walk with him over to the fire and watch as he gently tosses the roasting food around. “That makes sense for a man as honorable as yourself.”

Din looks at you with an eyebrow raised. “That’s a lot of ‘honors.’”

You chuckle and shrug at him before you cross your arms over your chest. “I mean, I did ask if that was what you wanted.”

Din’s lips start to curl up in a smile as his gaze returns to the food. “I’m trying to focus, cyar’ika.”

“That’s just another rule of cooking.” You come closer to him, hooking a finger on the collar of his tunic to press a soft kiss to the side of his neck. “Multitasking.”

Din’s head whips around to face you, his brown gaze a sweet warning. “I can multitask.” He gives you a once-over. “What you’re trying to do is kill me.”

You laugh, not expecting him to say such a thing. “Din!” You brace yourself against his shoulder. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

Din gestures with his head to the roasting food. “I’m tending to food on an open fire and you’re over here doing…” he hesitates, glancing in Grogu’s direction, “that.” He turns his attention back to the tip-yip and flora. “You know you’re my biggest threat.”

You smile at him. “Sure.” You step away to begin setting the table while Din finishes cooking the food. Grogu jumps up from where he’s been playing and coos with interest. You give his head a gentle pat. “Would you like to help, Grogu?”

Grogu nods and babbles. You hand him three utensils.

“Set one of these next to every plate.” Grogu nods and follows you around the table. You’ll set down a plate and he’ll put a utensil next to it. Once you’ve both finished, you brush your hand over his head. “Very good. You made it look so nice.”

Grogu lifts his ears in joy at your praise. You leave him to return to Din in the kitchen. He gives you a quick glance. “I think it’s ready,” he informs you.

You observe the tray and nod. “I think you’re right.” You hand him the protective glove. “Can you distribute it to the plates?”

Din nods and slides the glove on. “I’ve got it.” He gestures with his head to the table. “You and Grogu just lay low.”

You beam at him before you obey his soft request. When you reach the table, Grogu points to a specific plate, making you giggle as you sit there. “Thanks for helping me choose.”

Grogu nods and sits by another plate. He leaves one in between you two for Din, a thought that only makes your smile grow. Din remains careful when he joins you and distributes the meal as evenly as he can, knowing full well that Grogu can eat just as much as the two of you—if not more. Once he’s finished, Din sets his supplies down in the kitchen and joins you and Grogu at the table. He glances at his plate in hunger, yet he still nods at you. “It’s time for you to do the honors,” Din insists.

You know better than to argue with him. You take the first bite and smile in pure content. From the flavors to the memory of its preparation, everything about this first meal in your new home is perfect. “I think you’re gonna like it,” you say, gesturing to Din’s plate with your utensil.

Both he and Grogu try it for themselves. Grogu’s ears rise on his head as he goes on to start devouring it while Din gives you an impressed raise of his brow. “Riduur.” He points at his plate. “You were on to something with this.”

“I told you,” you remind him with a smile. “What you put into it is what you get out of it.”

Din takes another bite and returns your smile. “Then this was a job well done.” He enjoys more of his meal before he goes on. “You were right. The payout is delicious.” Din turns his attention to Grogu. “Isn’t it, buddy?”

Grogu offers a sleepy coo from where he sits with his plate already empty. You laugh as you and Din take your time finishing up your own meals. By the time you’re all set, Grogu’s completely asleep, satisfied with a full stomach and the warmth of the cabin. “I’ll get him to bed,” you assure him as you stand from your seat. “We’ll clean up when I’m done.”

Din nods, giving Grogu’s sleeping head a gentle tap before you carry the little one away to his own room. You tuck him into his pod and give his wrinkly head a soft kiss, imagining the day when you’ve finally gotten him a more comfortable bed of his own to have apart from his pod. You close his door and heave a soft breath as you make your way back to the living area and the kitchen.

You stop short when you see Din’s already cleared the table and is cleaning up on his own.

“Din Djarin,” you scold him, though your lips have already started curling up into yet another grin. Din’s brow furrows as he watches you approach. “I thought I said we’d clean up when I was done!”

“I’ve got it,” Din insists, stepping between you and the dirty dishes. “You planned all of this out and did most of the heavy lifting.” He nods at you. “Let me clean it.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Fine.” Din slowly turns back to what he was doing, giving you the window to reach for a cloth and try to make a dash for the table. Din’s Mandalorian reflexes are too quick and he captures your waist before you can get anywhere. You squeal with laughter and shock as he pulls you away.

“Come on, Din!” you plead, still laughing as he wrestles with you. “Just let me wipe down the table!”

“No.” Din lifts you and sets you upon the nearest countertop. He lifts a finger to point at you like he often does with Grogu. “Stay here and rest until I’m done.” Still, his chivalry can’t allow him to stop there. “Please.”

You let out a dramatic exhale, despite the way you’re beaming at him. “All right.” You take the cloth and set it over his shoulder. “But only just this once.”

Din starts to smile as he nods at you. “Understood.” He goes back to the washing he was doing and you watch him with fond eyes. He’s already put out the fire, but the ghost of its warm glow remains. This night is just the first of many, whenever you and Din aren’t on a job. It’s a safe place where you can come back to time and time again instead of finding whatever’s available. There’s no need for blasters, armor, or any kind of self-defense. It’s something of your own creation, and tonight, you’ve already started a perfect ritual.

This house has finally become a home.

You wrap your arms around yourself as you keep watching Din move around your home. He takes the cloth from his shoulder and wipes down the table. It’s so inefficient for you to be sitting here, but that’s not the point. Things don’t have to be rushed anymore. They can be comfortable and caring, which is exactly what Din is doing for you.

You lose yourself in these thoughts until Din finishes and approaches you again. His brow is slightly furrowed as he unravels your arms and sets his hands upon your waist. “Are you okay?”

You rest your arms on his shoulders, letting your fingers hang loosely behind his neck. “I’m the best I’ve ever been.”

Din starts to smile at that. “Good.” He leans his forehead against yours, taking a moment to breathe in the moment before he goes on. “Well, we’ve made our meal and we’ve enjoyed it.” He circles his jaw with a raise of his eyebrow. “Do you know what that means?”

You don’t speak, instead letting Din answer his question for himself.

“It’s time for dessert.”

You laugh and Din absorbs it with a long-awaited kiss, one that prepares you for something much more sweet and indulgent than anything you could’ve ever dreamed of whipping up in the kitchen.

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐕: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬

a/n: thank you THANK YOU guys for so much for the love lately. writing abt warren for yall and reading your guys' comments has been such a serotonin boost. I LOVE YOU ALL <333

timeline: ep. 3 + Christmas scene (kinda...)

-> Part 1

-> Part 2  

-> Part 3

This chapter: Part 4

Part 5

Epilogue (cancelled)

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warnings: not proofread as always <3, cursing, first Billy mention, angst (turned to fluff calm down), drinking, confusing time progression, implied sex teehee

summary (of this chapter): a visit to Laurel Canyon simply to talk to a friend and drop off a personally made outfit to a special costumer, ended in confessions and closures.

(if that didn't make sense, dammit just read the chapter)

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"Warren's either on something, or..." Eddie snickered at the offended Warren, "...yeah. Heh."

"I'm telling the truth, man!" Warren threw his hands up in frustration. "Guys, seriously."

"Warren, man, how do you expect us to react?" Graham took a swig of his beer. "It's just not...believable."

"We want proof." Eddie challenged him.

"Like what?" Warren scoffed. "What-What do you want me to show you guys?"

"You're creative man, I dunno, her bra?"

Warren leaned forward like he wasn't sure he heard his friend correctly. "Her bra?" He repeated. It triggered a nerve he didn't know could be triggered.

"There," Graham pointed at Warren's visible provoked tone. "That was enough proof. If he doesn't have it, then he never did it."

"Or!" Warren scoffed at both of his friends. "This is something I don't want to mess up. This is something new to me, and so far I think I have a good chance of getting something real. We kissed. We hung out. We laugh about things. I get her. I didn't have to do it."

A moment of silence and unsure glances were shared between the two friends, until the image of the woman and Warren talking to one another at that yacht party submerged from Graham's drunken and sluggish thoughts.

"Woah woah woah," He pushed himself to sit up. "What about Flora, the girl from the yacht party? You were just hooked on her."

Warren's lips immediately spread into a prideful grin. "That is her."

"Y/N Augustine...is Flora...?" Eddie frowned into space.

"Yeah!"

Only laughter erupted from the two drunk men, in turn making Warren grow more impatient with them.

"Fuck you guys, where's Karen?"

"Oh okay." Eddie shook his hands mockingly. "As if Karen will believe you any better."

Warren enters the house, almost tumbling over Camilla crouched down to the babbling Julia.

She noticed his tensed up presence. "Hey, War," she smiled up at him, "something wrong?"

"Nah, don't worry about it," he waved her off, clearly distracted. "Where's Karen? I need her to back me up for something."

"She's out by the front, I think," she squints through the sunlight seeping through the window. “She said not to bother her, though.”

A figure comes in through the front door, but it was just Billy, much to Warren's disappointment.

"Hey man, is Karen talking to somebody out there?"

Billy furrows his eyebrows at him. "Yeah, but I wouldn't...want to interrupt."

"I just need to steal her for a minute."

"Warren, she's kind of important." He warned. "I wouldn't-"

Warren took it as a further indicator that the guest was Y/N. Karen couldn't possibly know anyone else as famous. He marches past him to the door, and when he swings it open to find Karen gathered on a table with the familiar woman sipping tea together, he instantly rushes to them.

Karen sees the black-haired figure she feared would eventually come and interrupt her time with her friend, and she couldn't help but groan out.

"Will anyone just give be a bloody minute to have things to myself? I mean, fuck!"

"Hello ladies," Warren greeted anyways as he stood in front of them. He waves at Y/N peering up at him through her pink-tinted sunglasses. His hands twitched at the sight of her in a purple see-through kind of cloth for her puffy long sleeves, her white bra visible. "Hey."

Karen took note of the way Warren's usual composure to be nonchalant suddenly sloughed off at the sight of Y/N. He actually seemed tense, and clammy, and giddy all at the same time.

"Hi."

And Karen took note of Y/N's. Her normal response to push away any means of flirting was suddenly forgotten at the sight of Warren's cheeky smile. Her "migraine" from having to work with a well-known celebrity who turned out to be a complete bitch from a few hours ago suddenly disappeared, seeing as now she was grinning up at him.

 •─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Karen: There was this...excruciatingly flirty tone in their voices. It was annoying for me to be the one to witness it.

But it was adorable how vulnerable they made each other, even from that simple greeting. Mind you, I didn't know what was going on between the pair. And everything about the way they looked at each other that day seemed...innocent. Pure, if you will.

Well, yes, I sent Warren to her condo so that I didn't have to explain to the poor guy that Y/N Augustine was messing with him the whole time. I sent him there because I knew she needed someone like him, and I knew he needed her too, in the best way.

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"You sound like you're in a rush, War," Karen faked a smile. "Why don't you get on with it so you're not wasting our time?"

Warren frowns down at her. "I mean, I was going to ask to borrow here politely, but I think I'm just going to take her now."

"Mm," Y/N hummed. "I love being objectified."

"Sorry baby," Warren apologized, squeezing her bare shoulders. "I got some stubborn friends who don't believe I've gone more than 6 feet of you. Gotta humiliate them. You like humiliating people, why don't we make this a date?"

"I'm sorry, did I miss something?" Karen gagged, pointing to the both of them. "I don't like this."

"Too bad, Sirko-"

"No, she's right." Y/N retorted. "I didn't agree to anything. I only came here for this." She reached below her seat for the red, shiny box, and Warren's eyes widen like saucers.

He lets out what sounded like a high-pitched scream, and a gasp at the same time. "For me? Aw, baby..." His eyes set on her admiringly. "You shouldn't have!"

Warren should've seen the incoming sarcastic remark a mile away. "Are you kidding me?! Of course I had to! I mean, I lost a total of 5 hours of sleep for this, and I have more pricks on my hand than a local cactus...but who cares?"

So Warren decides to play along. "I love me a tough woman."

But his swagger was immediately washed down with humiliation when Y/N stopped herself from continuing it.

"What the hell, Augustine? That's what that was?" Karen scoffed, taking into her hands a white tag attached to the strings of a ribbon tied to complete the look of the present. The tag was titled Serenity by Y/N Augustine. "Is that what I think it is?"

Y/N smiles awkwardly, and all Karen could do was sit with an agape mouth, trying to restrain herself from strangling her friend.

"I want to wear your work!" She whines. "I've been begging you to make me something for ages! What's his reason for one?"

Warren pulls up a chair and starts ripping the red wrapper. "Pretty privilege." He shrugged.

"Oh!" Karen moved her head back in offense. "Do you want to go, Rojas? I knew Y/N way before you even thought about snagging her!"

"Karen, can we calm down?!" Y/N yelled at her, laughing. "What's in a few weeks?"

She thinks about it for a minute. "Christmas-oh. Oh!"

Meanwhile, Warren had stood up from his seat to try on the his new light brown leather vest, embroidered with flowers on the bottom, and then-

“There they are.” Warren chuckled as he pointed out the bejeweled part of the vest. The jewels were tiny and silver, and acted as borders of the flowers, and went to border the rest of the vest.

From far away, Warren noticed that they were made to stand out. Not too glamorous, but definitely not too basic that can be found at a lame, store at the mall.

No, this was designer. This was by Y/N Augustine, the fashion icon.

“I did what you suggested,” Y/N squinted up at him. “I’m still getting used to how I want to use them on clothes. I don't want the to look to over the top."

“Not bad, baby. I like it.” He chuckles as he lifts his shirt off.

“This is the part where I leave.” Karen whispered to her, a disturbed look on her face, before walking off inside with her tea.

And maybe it was a good idea Karen left.

Y/N stares openly at his bare body. His bare chest.

Holy cow.

“You take your shirt off for every girl?” She mused. But at the same time, she was serious, with a hint of suspicion.

“Nah, just you.” He remarked before swinging his arms through the vest. It slid fit into his body easily. “Such fine art is reserved for the finer art.”

“Geeze, Rojas.” Was all she could muster up, out of complete flattery. Normally she would find these pick-up lines completely overused that it’s lost meaning, or that it’s meaningless as it is.

But she was believing this so easily. Way too easily.

The weird thing is, she likes it. She actually looks forward to them, and at the same time she's disgusted by her own smittenness.

Is that even a word?

Warren pats the vest against his chest and dusts off invisible dust. “How’d you know my size?”

“Called you to ask." She sipped her tea. "Woman named Camilla answered, though."

"That's why she snuck in my room to grab a vest. Could've just asked me to take over, though."

Y/N laughed. "The conversation went on for hours. She's lovely to talk to. I want to meet her in person today."

Warren couldn't help but get ticked off. She's touched every nerve he had, it felt like, but she was avoiding anything that had to do with him.

He was right in front of her, and all she could do was avoid him every possible way.

It was like every step Warren took, with Y/N's coldness, he'd have to take a way more steps back than he did forward. Approaching her kept hurting him.

And the only way she's approached him? It was a kiss, the best and most sensual kiss he's ever felt, one that seemed to keep him breathless and despite it, left her wanting for more. It was a kiss he's been wanting more of at every thought, every mention of her name.

And while the kiss was a moment he'd never forget, it seemed like for Y/N she had forgotten it as soon as it was over.

Y/N senses his change of demeanor just by the way he slipped out of the vest. "What's wrong?"

"Can we talk about it?" His voice wavered. Asking about it physically pained Warren, but he pushed through. "Alright? It's the least you could do."

Y/N swallows thickly, her eyes darting off to her shoes. "About what?"

"Y'know exactly what." Warren inhaled sharply as he slipped back into his t-shirt. "What is this, even? What do you expect out of this?" He motioned to the two of them. "Because I'll tell you what I want it to be. Y/N I barely know you, but I've already picked up enough about you to know that you are just about the only person I know that's stuck on me. You're different, and it's so comforting and-and nice to see someone stick to their own thing and not feel the need to conform to be part of the crowd. Do you know how refreshing that is? And, fuck, that kiss-"

Warren saw a slight tremble in her bottom lip, and he wasn't sure if he should stop or not.

"I'm not..." she clenched her jaw, surprisingly, not out of anger. "I'm not the happiest right now."

"Well that's fucking perfect, Y/N." He pointed at his chest. "I'm. Right. Here."

She shook her head, her eyes shut. "Don't-"

"I can do it." He reassured her in a low, husky voice. He took the risk of placing a hand on hers. "I doubted it for a second, that I'm holding you back or something, but nothing does. Nothing can hold you back. You do your own shit, and everyone just follows along, because you're such a force. For fighting about women's rights, donating to charities even I've never heard about-"

Y/N's heart only jammed against her ribcage violently. "How'd you know about that?" She whispered under her breath in disbelief.

He shrugged with a smile. "A man's gotta do his research."

She can't possibly give in, and it wasn't about her career now.

She's scared if she gives in, that she's just using him to fill in the emptiness of her life. A good—the best man she's probably met for noticing what others couldn't about her, for noticing what she herself couldn't notice.

She had just submitted a few of her bejeweled and other unique and risky clothing projects like Warren encouraged her to, and her team loved them.

When no answer came out of her, Warren continued, swiping his thumb over and over on her hand. "I've done all the research I can do, now I really want to see you behind the camera, behind the press."

It easily hit every doubt Y/N had in her heart down and dead. "Dammit, Warren-" she choked out, a hand over her eyes.

"Hey, look." He chuckled out. "I'm asking for a lot, but we can take this as slow as you want-"

"You're so fucking stubborn." She sniffed, slapping his hand away out of flattery. "Fuck you."

"Is that a yes? I don't have to go on one knee right now though, right?"

Y/N only shook her head and brought his lips to hers hungrily.

No, he didn't have to go down on one knee right now.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Warren: Y'know, there were a lot of things I wish I could go back and experience again, but nothing beats the shocked look on those motherfuckers' faces that day when I came back with my sweet babe of a girlfriend wrapped around my arm *chuckles*

Eh, well,*he ticks* they actually haven't met her until Christmas day, which wasn't until a few weeks later. And I had some making up to do, which was perfect.

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"You promised me a drum lesson." Y/N panted out a laugh. Even after the high, she was able to push herself up on her elbows on the lofty bed. "To brush off my drumming skills because the drummer from the Six said I needed 'some help."

The said drummer followed her up and smiled against the corner of her lips. "Look who's gullible now." He teased.

He makes a trail of kisses from the neck and up, and with his mustache, earned him a few squeals and screams.

"One of these days I'm going have to elbow you or break your nose," she giggled out. "Warren, stop!"

He doesn't, and the sound of her giggling and laughing only encouraged him to kiss her harder on her neck, and with every pursing of his lips his mustache followed, tickling her. "You love my nose and my mustache."

"Warren, fuck!" Y/N moved away and grabbed her bedside alarm. "The dinner was supposed to start 2 hours ago."

"Well shit," Warren shrugged, clearly ignoring his lover's panic. "Too late for anything now. I think we should just stay here, on this bed, making lo-"

"Oy vey," she muttered under her breath, staring at the clock in dismay once again.

"Baby," he stifled a moan against her shoulder. "What did I say about speaking French to me? Fuck..."

"That wasn't even-I'm getting dressed." Y/N stumbles out of her entangled formation with her boyfriend to get to her closet.

When no movement followed her, Y/N threatened, "Warren, if you don't get up I'm dragging you out by your mustache."

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✨️ Shared moments ✨️

👥️Characters: Mammon x gn reader.

⚠️Warnings: Fluff. Established relationship with Mammon.

🔎Summary: MC (us) has some thoughts about their shared moments with Mammon.

📝Note: This is my first time writing in 1st person. Hopefully, it went well. | I wanted to do (somewhat) the contrary of this one. In other words, I wanted to do MC's POV about Mammon. | Sorry, I'm a hopeless romantic, and this turned out really sweet and maybe even cloying/mawkish.

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(...) an ancient evil creature, a deceiver of humans, a corruption of the eternal night. Not for me.

I hear the door creak, slowly, as it opens. Even though my back is turned and I'm under the covers of my bed, I feel a warm presence. I pretend to sleep and wait for my beautiful demon to lie down beside me.

Mammon curls up next to me, making space on my single bed, taking half of my blanket, and burying his handsome face in my hair.

Meanwhile, my heart beats madly for him. In my stomach I feel an entire jungle blooming, and the leaves of all the colorful flora move with strong gusts of wind that cause a tingling in my belly that spreads to my throat and threatens me with making a sound, any sound, of happiness.

For a moment, I stop breathing because Mammon places his arm on top of me, hugging me. He doesn't realize it, but my body melts at his touch every time. It doesn't matter how long we've been together by now. If the moonlight came in to give greater clarity, or if the light on the nightstand was on, Mammon would realize that I am not asleep and that my cheeks betray me, painted in a red tone, showing my true feelings.

As I regain my calm, breathing slowly, I wonder if Mammon is aware of how much I love him, of the sincere love I feel for him when he gives me his innocent signs of affection, like now, and I remain paralyzed, totally incredulous of my fortune and overwhelmed by the truth of his feelings; or the giddiness he makes me feel every time we share a bed, and he kisses me with passion as if tomorrow I were leaving back where I came from and we would never see each other again.

I die and am reborn with every shared moment with him.

I slowly turn around to be face to face. His beautiful self sleeps peacefully next to me in this small bed. I snuggle into his chest, putting my face on it, I hear his heart beat, and that gives me tranquillity, so I start to find my way back to the land of dreams.

I imagine myself with him like this forever, at this moment that will end when the clock strikes morning, and he must quietly flee from his brothers back to his room. This is only momentary, and yet it is in instances like this that I find the most precious intimacy with him.

Before going back to sleep, I direct my gaze to where his face should be, but I barely see it: his long white eyelashes resting, his hair slightly curled and disheveled, his lips that inhale and exhale the same air that I breathe. I'm mesmerized: Is it possible to love like this, and on top of that, to love a demon?

I remember the first time I met him: golden skin, blue eyes with thousands of feelings behind them. So gorgeous and yet, he was vile and ill-tempered; but in the blink of an eye, he was inviting me to watch movies in his room, cooking for me, buying me gifts, expressing his honesty and then spitting a lie to unsuccessfully cover it up. He is so lively and cheerful, nothing is ever boring; obviously, it was impossible not to fall in love.

In a movie night like those, that's when I stole our first kiss, and that's when we had our first date. Shared moments that I could never forget.

On the human realm, they describe him as an ancient evil creature, a deceiver of humans, a corruption of the eternal night. Not for me: my true love. A fallen angel, a beautiful man, another soul with dreams.

My mind wanders until I realize I'm whispering an unnecessary love confession as I run my index finger along his chin and, inevitably, wake him up. I am filled with embarrassment, but he is quick to interrupt me. He grabs my wrist gently and shortens the distance between us: —Hey, ya are the gorgeous one... And by the way, I love ya too, treasure—, and he kisses me slowly and devoutly. How am I so lucky?

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[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

April Fools (Sex Pollen) pt. 2 ~ Principal Larissa Weems xFem teacher!reader

Requested and Inspired by @suckerforcate —My god, that was hot. I would absolutely love a second part where the maybe avoid one another for a bit because they absoultely have no idea what to say and they're quite awkward but in the end they talk and confess😍🥰 & @clairebear1251

Here’s where you can find April Fools (Sex Pollen) pt.1

Mommy… Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, self-pleasure, angst, bit of fluff, etc.

Good medium length

Enjoy (;

Everything had changed since April 1st. After that fateful afternoon, Larissa seemed to be avoiding you like the plague.

Her eyes always shot down when you were near. She walked quickly and brushed past you when you were in a hallway together. She never looked at you in staff meetings anymore.

No smiles.

No conversation.

Nothing.

And part of you was grateful for that… I mean, what would you even say?

Oh hey, I would have done that without any plant involved!

No. You didn’t really know what to do. You didn’t know what Larissa wanted you to do.

But you also longed to see her again. Meet her eyes. See her smile. Listen to her silky voice in conversation.

But maybe she didn’t want that? Maybe that’s why she was so obviously avoiding you?

Whatever is was, you wanted to find out. No, you needed to find out… So, you made your way to her office alone for the first time in weeks.

Weeks… that’s how long this awkward, unknown territory had gone on for. It was unbearable and you were gonna do something about it.

You knocked on her office door and heard a mumbled “Come in.” from Larissa.

You entered. A smile began to appear on Larissa’s face as she was about to greet whomever had wanted to speak with her, but then she saw it was you… the very person she was avoiding… in the very room it had occurred in…

Her smile was quickly replaced with a professional, stern mask. “How may I help you, professor?”

You were over this. You were tired of weaving through this mess. You were just gonna face this head on.

“I think we need to talk about April 1st.” you matter of factly stated.

Larissa uncomfortably shifted in her seat, remembering the acts you had done to her in that very chair…

She kept it professional and innocent, “Could you clarify for me, professor? What about April 1st?”

So that’s how Larissa was gonna play it…

“Marylin said that someone had stolen her flora-whatever plant, her sex pollen! And we know what happened to it. That’s what we need to talk about.” you directly told her.

Larissa’s eyes stayed anywhere but yours.

“We don’t know as a matter of fact that it was that.” Larissa said in almost a whisper.

“Well, what do you think it was?” you prompted her.

Larissa didn’t say anything.

You continued, “Because I think that it was that, and now that is destroying our previously good relationship.”

Larissa hesitated but then began, “Whatever happened that day was because we were most likely exposed to that plant…”

For a second there, you were just at a loss for words. You wanted an answer out of her so badly.

You treaded cautiously, “We’re we under the influence of a sex stimulant? Possibly, yes. But was everything that happened only because of the plant?” you asked vulnerably.

You wanted her to tell the truth. You wanted her to stop avoiding the truth. She had as much of a bone into your actions as you did.

“Yes. Now if that is all, I have a lot of work to do.” She blankly stated.

Liar! your entire body screamed at her.

You wanted it to be a lie so badly. You wanted her to want you as much as you did her.

“So your telling me that all of that afternoon was coerced through the plant and completely superficial?” you asked, breaking inside.

Larissa paused her work for a moment and didn’t say anything… then all she said was, “Yes.”

“Liar.” you mumbled under breath. You didn’t mean for it to slip out. But you swore this wasn’t true. You felt her body screaming to be near you and vice versa.

“Excuse me?” Larissa asked.

“Look at me.” you demanded.

She reluctantly looked up.

Something else took you over as you proceeded to come over to her, the desk separating you from her.

“Liar.” you spat in her face “if your telling the truth, why is your heart rate beating insanely fast?”.

You saw Larissa’s heart drop in her eyes.

You saw her say Oh, Shit in her mind.

“Didn’t remember that I feel vibrations and frequencies?” You tauntingly whispered.

She said nothing. Larissa didn’t know what to do. She had avoided you because she didn’t want to face you. She didn’t want you to know she had meant every second of that afternoon. That she would do it again…

You broke Larissa out of her tunneling thoughts with a light, hesitant kiss to her lips. She was so deep in thought, she was shook at first.

Larissa pulled back a little. “It’s inappropriate…” she whispered.

“Is it though? We’re two responsible adults…” you whispered back, with longing in your voice.

“I mean—” you were cut off with Larissa’s lips on yours again.

It was a delicate, comforting kiss. One that told a thousand words.

After a minute, you both pulled away, with you practically half way on her desk. You both were lightly smirking, and both had blushing cheeks. You sat in silence for a bit.

Larissa was the one to break it, “Did you mean it?” she vulnerably asked.

You looked at her with gentle, loving eyes. You could feel her heart racing, her breath shallowed, and her fingers trembling.

She continued in a whisper, “Was that afternoon just superficial or was it something…?”

You had no words for her. Well actually you had a million… but none came out…

Instead, you slid over her desk, cupped her face and pulled her into a deeper kiss. This one a bit more needy.

You wanted to show her that you meant it. That it was real.

I’m response, Larissa kissed back and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer. You kissed her until you were both breathless.

“Let me show you how real this is to me.” you whispered into her ear.

Chills went down Larissa’s spine. She gasped as your hand snaked under your skirt and grabbed ahold of your panties, moving them aside.

“Let me show you what you to do me…” you needily groaned, as you slipped a finger into your heated core.

A moan escaped your throat, as you finger fucked yourself over Larissa. All Larissa could do was watch in amusement. Watch your hips buck into your own hand. Watch you grab ahold of shoulder to steady your movements. Watch your head tilt back, and your eyes roll back in pleasure. Listen to the moans and whimpers rolling off your tongue.

It was pure fucking heaven.

And pretty soon… “Fuck Larissa, Darling… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum for you, k?” you groaned.

Larissa groaned in response, “god Y/N, please, cum for me…”

You crashed in ecstasy over Larissa. She grabbed ahold of you, to help stabilize you through your high as you continued to finger yourself and help yourself through your orgasm.

Your breathing was heavy and in Larissa’s ear, whispered moans of her name coming out like a broken record player. Your head low and by her ear, your eyes rolled back, white with pleasure, seeing stars.

You picked your head up, and brought your fingers out of your cunt. You licked them clean before looking into Larissa’s eyes, “Tell me, was that real?” you softly spoke.

Larissa’s eyes glossed over, and tears started to brim in them. She said nothing, instead she pulled you into another kiss. This one full of love.

Once you too parted she whispered, “Very. Very real.” with a smile on her lips.

You smiled too, “Well in that case, may I ask you out for a drink at the weathervane sometime?”

“That’d be lovely.” Larissa hummed.

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[hazywazysmind]

Spend the day with me || Ellie Williams x Reader

Summary: You spend the day with Ellie, which turns to a steamy confession

Content Warning: 18+ mdni, initial fluff, turns smut, smut with plot, boobie appreciation(obvi), fingering, Ellie existing(god I love that woman)

A/N: Ok ok… originally I had planned to do a total fluff fest piece but um… well my mind drifted elsewhere lol. I attempted to write smut but at most points I think I rambled to much. Also I feel like the ending is a bit lack luster… I always struggle with endings. But anyways… I hope you enjoy!💛

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You stirred in your bed, the soft streaks of sunlight dancing on your skin, a sign of your day coming to a start. It was a nice spring day in Jackson, with a soft breeze, and the dew still settling from the early morning. It was nothing short of ethereal, your breath was soft as you stayed in slumber, your body relaxed and unbothered.

Knock Knock

A soft knock rang through the small space of your room, a visitor waiting outside your door. You didn't react at first, too entranced in the comfort of your sleep, warranting another knock; louder this time. You groaned as you slowly blinked open, losing whatever dreams were floating in your head. “Hey! Sleeping beauty…” Your sleepy gaze traveled to the door, your ears soon filled with a familiar voice, one that made you smile even in your annoyed sleepy state.

Ellie sighed as she waited outside your door, she looked at her hands, the only sound being her foot tapping against the porch and the birds singing in the air. She looked up before readying herself to knock on your door once again, her action cut short as your door slowly creaked open. Her heart stopped a bit, taking in your sleepy features; hair messed, eyes fighting to stay awake, and your tank top hugging you snuggly. “Well well well… look who finally decided to join us in the real world.” She spoke softly, letting herself in as you moved to the side. You chuckled hoarsely, your throat still not quite warmed up to speak. “I mean is it so bad that I would actually want to sleep in on my day off?” You questioned, watching as Ellie dropped her bag on the chair accompanying your desk before falling onto your plush bed.

You studied her from afar watch as she laid there comfortably, staring at your ceiling before opening her mouth to speak. “No no… nothing wrong with that, but-” she stopped mid-sentence, her soft green eyes meeting your own, a smirk creeping on her face as she started again “wouldn't you rather spend the day with your favorite person in the whole world, princess?” Her voice finished, that cheeky smirk still adorning her freckled face. Your face grew red at the nickname Ellie always used with you, at first it was used as a form of teasing, you hated when the word slipped off her tongue but know it seemed to make your stomach do flips and twists. “What exactly did you have in mind? This won't warrant us getting into trouble with Maria right? I refuse to do more cleaning as punishment…” You grumbled soon walking over to your dresser to slip on some pants, not even noticing Ellie’s gaze practically burning into your skin. “I mean not if you manage to get us caught… I was able to sneak Shimmer out of the stables, she's packed up at and waiting on the East side of town.” Ellie stated before sitting up, still watching you closely as you wiped your face and combed out your hair. You nodded, brushing through your hair one last time before walking to the door slipping on your boots and grabbing your bag.

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It didn't take long before you and Ellie were outside the secure walls of the town, trotting along the soft ground, and holding Ellie close so you wouldn't fall off the rear end of Shimmer. You breathed out softly enjoying the serene moment, taking in the flora and fauna of the forest around you. “Penny for your thoughts?” You were pulled from your concentration, eyes shifting to Ellie. It was hard not to stare at her, the light streaming in through the dense trees capturing every part of her perfectly. “I'm just enjoying the calm, it's been so long since I've been able to just enjoy the environment, without having to worry about patrol.” You spoke out softly, smiling as you grazed your cheek against Ellie’s back. Ellie chuckled and nodded, almost as to say she agrees and feels the same about your claim. She gripped the reins, twisting them in her hands before halting Shimmer. “Well, let’s not waste any of this time off… we're here,” Ellie spoke before hopping off Shimmer; after balancing herself, she extended a hand to you. You looked at her before gladly grabbing her hand, slipping off the horse, and landing firmly on the ground. Ellie walked around to tie up Shimmer and dismantle her bag from the saddle. You took this opportunity to stretch your body, looking around and having a small content smile on your face. “Ah as annoying as you are Els, I could never deny your ability to find a little oasis in this broken world…” You teased, looking at Ellie as she scoffed, acting hurt at your comment. You giggled before following behind her, watching as she cut through an opening, revealing a lush plot of land with grass and flowers; looked like a painting placed right in front of you. 

Ellie stopped in the middle of the field before throwing her arms up and exclaiming “Isn't this amazing!?… I found this little spot on patrol with Jesse… I just knew I had to bring you along.” She smiled before setting down her bag. You smiled always enjoying the softer side of Ellie, she didn't show that side often; she was always rough and serious to others. You watched as Ellie rummaged through her bag before pulling out a blanket and a paper bag. “My My… if I didn't know any better I would almost think we were on a date darlin’…” You spoke out in a poor southern drawl as Ellie sat on the blanket, a small blush forming on Ellie’s face as you teased her. You enjoyed teasing Ellie with simple flirts and notions to the unnamed relationship you both had.

An outsider could look at both of you and think; surely these two are a happy couple. But they would be mistaken, seem as obvious as you and Ellie were about the attraction you both garnered for each other; neither of y'all ever seemed to make that final move. The final decision was to be together, but today was going to change that. Ellie had mulled over the thought, every day for the past week; no doubt annoying Jesse and Dina in the process. She wanted to make sure she did this right, she wanted to make sure that you would return the feelings, and that she wouldn't make a complete and utter fool of herself. So here you both were, sitting down on a plush blanket and enjoying each other's company. Ellie reached for the brown paper bag which had been placed in between you both, she reached in and pulled out two sandwiches. “Are you hungry? I made them this morning…” She spoke softly, holding out the sandwich; a simple chicken sandwich. You nodded, thanking Ellie before grabbing the sandwich and immediately digging in not realizing how hungry you were. Ellie watched you, the air becoming thick with silence, she cleared her throat before speaking “Y/N… so-” She stopped as your eyes met hers, focusing on her speech as you swallowed your previous bite. She couldn't help but stop her thoughts, snorting as she held in her laughter at the sight. Your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why the Auburn-haired girl was laughing, completely unaware of the mayo that very obviously rested on the other corner of your mouth. “You have a little something on your face…” Ellie spoke before scooting herself closer, her hand grabbing your cheek before letting her thumb swipe away the glob of mayo. Your hand had instinctively grabbed her wrist softly, as your heart began to beat at what seemed like 1 million beats per second. You stared at her, she was so close, and even after doing something so mundane as cleaning your face, you found yourself choked up. Ellie seemed to take notice of your hesitant state, a small smirk forming before finally breaking the tension with her lips. A gasp slipped out at the sudden action, you were caught off guard but ultimately allowed the kiss to deepen.

Ellie leaned into you more, her lips moving with a fervor; her tongue soon finding its way into your mouth. You had graciously let your body melt to her touch, ready to let her mold and shape you for her own pleasure. Your hands had found their way into her hair, your nails scratching her scalp gently as you gripped. She leaned into you deeper, as her body guided you to lay back. You were in total bliss, becoming drunk off of Ellie’s actions, your underwear growing wet with the thought of her taking you how she wanted. Ellie’s hand soon found its way to the hem of your tank top, her calloused hands slowly snaking their way under to graze the soft skin. You moaned at the sudden contact, the noise caught Ellie off guard; her mouth soon leaving hers. You stared at her as your face grew with a melancholic expression. She noticed your face and quickly shook her head, grabbing your face delicately between her hands “No… no, I didn't mean to pull away Y/N, Believe me.. I desperately want you but this wasn't how things were supposed to go, well I mean yes I want you like that… it's just… well I-” You stopped her babbling, your sad expression being replaced with a smirk before giving a soft kiss to her lips. “it's okay El…” You spoke gently against her lips, soon guiding her hands back to there previous position. Ellie gladly took your invitation, immediately finding her way to your boobs, grabbing and squeezing them softly; a groan erupting from her mouth. “Gosh princess… you're so perfect.” She spoke out, her kisses soon traveling down your jaw. You couldn't help but moan at the use of the nickname, what was once peaceful fun was now used to praise you.

Ellie nibbled at your neck gently, leaving small marks here and there as she began to remove your top. You lifted your arms, the breeze of the spring air causing your nipples to perk right up, and Ellie pulled away from your neck. She looked at your body, admiring every curve and marking; a dumb smile littered her face as she realized you were giving yourself to her. She was quick to pull you back in for another kiss, her other hand quick to unclasp your bra; she tugged on your bottom lip causing a whine to leave you. You were spent, your body hot and your mind racing as you watched Ellie’s movements; a moan soon left your lips as Ellie’s mouth clasped around your nipple. Your back arched, your clothed pussy grazing against Ellie’s thigh sending goosebumps all over your body. You can't remember a time you felt this good, at least not with yourself or with any previous partners; you wanted to revel in the pleasure, moving your hips to get some kind of friction so you could reach your peak. Ellie seemed to notice the desperate ruts of your hips against her thigh, she smirked before pulling away and looking at your flushed face “Aww.. Princess I've barely touched you…” she started before going near your ear, “and you're already so needy for me. Tell me, what do you want?” She whispered before nipping your earlobe. You whined softly at the action, the words suddenly stuck in your throat but you managed to get something out “Touch me…” You said desperation laced in your voice. She nodded, leaving chaste kisses, making her way down your body; the sensation was tingly as her kisses traveled, and soon felt her hands unbutton your pants. You gladly, and almost too quickly lifted your hips to help Ellie remove them. Once your pants were gone, she started at your underwear cooing at the very evident wet spot. “So wet for me… I love it…” She mumbled faintly, her pointer finger grazing your pussy softly causing a moan to erupt from you. “Ah… E-El... No teasing…” You spoke almost in a whisper as you reached for her wrist. Ellie wanted so badly to tease you, but that wouldn't be fair to you or her at this moment. She needed you, wanted you.

Ellie left more kisses peppered along your things, leaving marks in some spots so you'd know she had been there. She stopped at your underwear before slowly moving them to the side, exposing your pussy; the air has the same effect as it did on your boobs earlier. She took two fingers, sliding them down your slit, coating them in your slick. You were a mumbling mess, your head reeling at the fact that Ellie had such a tremendous effect and she hadn't even made you come yet. You were lost in thought before quickly being brought back to reality “F-Fuck…” You moaned out as you felt Ellie’s long fingers enter you. She filled you so well, slowly pumping her fingers and enjoying watching your writhe in pleasure. She continued a steady but hard pace, her palm hitting your clit deliciously “Mm… look at you princess… you take me so well…” Ellie praised you as she gave more attention to your boobs again. Your back arched enjoying the way Ellie fawned over your body, your hand gripping her wrist; nails digging in sure to leave a mark.

“E-Ellie… faster please… fuck me faster…” You begged her feeling your orgasm approaching. Ellie chuckled softly, surprised you were this close already and so soon but she acknowledged your request. She picked up the pace, curling her fingers which in turn had you arching your back. You moaned loudly, most likely startling any wildlife surrounding y'all. Your hips were eagerly rutting against Ellie’s fingers to get to your peak faster; words slurring and becoming incoherent. “You gonna cum for me princess? Hm? Come on baby… cum for me…” Her voice rang in your ears as your body began to tremble; you threw your head back as your orgasm soon washed over you. Your breathing is heavy and quick as any tension built up slowly left your body. Ellie continued slowly pumping her fingers, helping you down from your high. You opened your eyes, your gaze soon meeting Ellie’s; she smiled at you soon removing her fingers and giving you a soft peck before speaking. “You did amazing sweetheart… who knew I could make you scream like that…” She teased you, which cause you to slightly hit her arm. She chuckled and laid back, pulling your naked body close to hers, tucking stray hairs out of your face. You hummed and watched her, a soft smile on your face as you spoke up “Hey El… can I say something?” She looked down and nodded with a soft hum, awaiting your response. “I love you… you know, more than friends…” You spoke out as you placed your hand on her cheek. She smiled from ear to ear, “I love you too Y/N…” She responded softly before placing one last soft kiss on your lips. You both lay there, completely content in each other's arms.

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[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Notice Me (Kaeya, Ayato, Tartaglia)

The alternative title to this is “Notice Me, Senpai”, in which three of our favorite little shits try and get your attention. I may do another one for twisted wonderland, Maybe.

Reader is part of the adventurer’s guild.

Genre: Fluff

Fem!Reader, very few third person pronouns used

Asks and Requests are OPEN

Kaeya

Let’s be honest, he has his work cut out for him

His first tactic is to lay the flirting on heavy. Which doesn’t work very well. You just think he’s being extra obnoxious or trying to get you to do some of the tedious jobs for him and so, you just ignore it

Cue several days of drinking with Rosaria while he wonders what he’s doing wrong. Eventually she smacks him over the head with the obvious and he gets down to thinking about how to win your attention and maybe score a date in the process

It takes him awhile. He never thought he’d actually be dating someone. His secrets make it less than feasible, but you’re a special case. And special cases take special effort

He ends up going to Lisa for advice. Of everyone in Mondstadt, he figured she’d be the best help. She ropes him into enabling her laziness for a few weeks only to hit him with some super simple advice, “quit hinting and say it to her face, you idiot. Flowers are good too”

He doesn’t show it, but in his mind he makes a funny face. Directness? Upfrontness? Honesty? Kaeya? I love him, but he’s a roundabout kind of person. Never the less, he really, really wants to to notice him, so he listens. 

He gets Flora to for up a rather large bouquet of flowers (he may have looked up flower symbolism just to make sure he gets the point across) before having Katheryn direct you to his office for a “specially requested commission”

When you get there he presents you with the bouquet and a well-rehearsed confession that he still manages to stumble over

He’s the happiest knight ever when you agree to go on a date with him

Ayato

He goes the secret admirer route, at least to start with

Sweet letters, flowers, he’s rich and he uses it to his advantage lol

When he has the time, he’s always offering to help you with your commissions in one way or another or just as often having Katheryn giving you special commissions that involve helping Thoma and thus reporting back to him

You get teased a lot about your secret admirer, Everyone in the guild has their own theories. One of the most popular ones is that it’s Thoma trying to court you from a far

Anyone Ayato falls for is bound to be intelligent, so you’re quick to dismiss that idea. Instead, you’re pretty sure it’s his boss that’s behind it all. The flowers are too nice and the paper too expensive. The beautiful handwriting doesn’t match Thoma’-- you know full well that Kamisato Ayato enjoys calligraphy, not to mention the sheer number of times you’ve stood in his office recently. It wasn’t the hardest connection to make.

 After you took a peak at the paper on his desk, unsurprised to find that the penmanship matched perfectly--almost perfectly, he seems to have put extra effort into the letters he sends you--you spent some time thinking about what to do about this information

In the end you decide to let things continue as they have been

You’re familiar enough with him to know that he has a sense of mischief and enjoys having the upper hand. Letting him continue to think that he has it, while starting to think of how you’re going to use the information seems like a fun idea

He doesn’t know it, but you turn it into a game. One where you have the advantage

After several weeks of basking in the attention--and knowing he doesn't know you know--you request to see Ayaka, who you’ve also come to know fairly well

At your behest, Ayaka starts to leave flowers on Ayato’s desk. One here, one there. These are of a far lesser quality than the ones he sends but so sue you, you’re not a pretty rich boy, thank you very much

It doesn’t take long for him to catch on. That kind of subtle affection and communication isn’t Ayaka’s style, Thoma keeps a very professional relationship (and is directly involved in helping Ayato woo you), and no one else would dare do something like that. Seriously. 

At that point, he decides to end the game

Like Kaeya, he choses a private sort of place, only he has class about it

He sends you another anonymous letter, inviting you to the estate at midnight on a full moon. (Moonlight rendezvous? Super romantic, definitely private, totally awesome)

Of course, knowing the game that is being played, you’re happy to go

When you meet him you don’t even bother acting surprised (though the full dinner, candles and all, wasn’t totally expected). Instead you happily sit and eat with him, dropping the formality that you usually use when dealing with him

It’s the first of many games between you, this time the result is certainly a win for both of you

Tartaglia

uhhhh

I think he takes a three pronged attack method when it comes to catching your attention

The first is some fairly subtle flirting. Just because his preferred method of diplomacy involves fighting to the death, doesn’t mean he can’t smooth talk when he feels like it

And he feels like it. He thinks you’re pretty and likes to make sure you know it. It’s a huge confidence boost for you

It definitely makes you suspicious because unlike a certain Mondstadt cryo user, hard-core flirting is not his default. 

Second, instead of offering deadly bouts of violence he decides to train you up. You’re not the most proficient swordsman, specializing in less violent commissions (Baizhu bubu pharmacy loves you very much)

“I want her to be my girl and I want to make sure she can protect herself”

Also, it gives him a valid excuse to touch you without being pervy. Any other time, he keeps his hands to himself, but when training you, if he has to adjust an arm or shift your form, well, that’s just part of training (uh huh, sure.)

His third method of catching your attention is showing off his martial skills

He loves showing you how strong he his, how fast he is, and how many different weapons he can use

Honestly, he’s so obvious about all of it that it only takes you a couple months to catch on and confront him about it

He doesn’t bother denying it and instead takes the initiative to ask you out

It turns out you liked the flirting, the little touches, and found his showing off to be amusing, so you happily accepted

#I will forever headcanon that Kaeya is not as smooth as he pretends to be #Particularly when it comes to romantic relationships #Diluc snickers any time he sees Kaeya tripping over his feet in front of his crush #Kaeya #Kaeya hcs #Kaeya fluff #Kamisato Ayato #Kamisato Ayato hcs #Kamisato Ayato fluff #Tartaglia #Childe #Tartaglia hcs #Childe HCs #Tartaglia fluff #Childe Fluff #genshin impact #genshin impact hcs #genshin impact fluff #fluff #kaeya x reader #Tartaglia x reader #Childe x reader #kamisato ayato x reader

[yanderelovlies]

I don't even know if you will answer, but I will hope. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Hi! I would like to ask you for Jack, Shaun and Ian reaction to the fact that sunshine has an adopted child that she picked up on the street. And once, when they were sitting and having lunch at the table, the child giggledand said.

— My mom is so strong! Some uncle wanted to pick me up and dragged me to the car, but mom hit him like a superhero and smashed his car window with her fist!

And sunshine choked, and then blushed..

— Darling , you shouldn 't tell this to everyone

I love this idea aaahhh I got you!

Also for Ian's part this is an au where he didn't meet MC until college.

Sunny Day Jack

When he first met you he froze in place. You laid already passed out on the couch while a child who did look like you stared at him wide eyed, and mouth wide open as he cuddled closer to you.

That night was very dangerous for Jack as you woke up ready to fight. It also wasn't easy to explain how he wasn't alive.

However things turned out okay in the end, and he began to bond with your little family. Your son Asher grew attached to quick which wasn't a surprise. It also worked in Jack favor because Asher would tell him things about he didn't know.

"Yeah my parent is so cool! One time this man tried to take me while we shopping, and they punched him so hard he didn't get up! Then.....then while waited for police they held his hand behind his back! They were just like a super hero!"

Jack eyes widened at the confession. You knocked a man clean out....with no effort.... Jack could feel his face heat up, and quickly looks away to hide .

"Sunshine sure is something else." His voice is so dreamy that Asher even picked up on it as he giggled.

Shaun

Your Daughter Evelyn was the first he met. While you were getting food at the salad bar in the cafeteria he watched her get distracted by something, and began wondering for you.

He stopped her before she got to the door, but now he had to find you. While he tried he learned Evelyn is at that age where she likes to talk but doesn't know what's okay to say, and what isn't.

"I'm sure they will find me soon! My parent is really cool like that! They one time had to break a window to get me when this man tried to take me! It was really cool! The looked like a hero!

Shaun looked down at the kid almost terrified. Did he just seal his Fate by helping this kid? Luckily for him no. He was safe in fact you ran up to your daughter and embraced her.

It's an odd way to meet the person he would up being with, but a story he enjoys all the same.

Ian

He met you during a group study in his first year. Unlike the others in group you talked and interacted with him and he was immediately intrested. Your friendship starts off slow, but eventaully the two of you were hanging out a lot

He even got to meet you adopted daughter Flora. The little girl was as quiet and shy as he is so they got along really well. So well that she didn't mind telling him all your amazing adventures.

"My parent is the best in my opinion......t-they um....one time they kicked someone so hard it hurt their nose as they tried to grab my hand when we are at the mall."

You.....you broke someone's nose?! He looked for to the little girl wearly who coloring unaware of the scared look. However the longer they sat in silence the more he....liked the idea??

You were a protector and he can admire that, and that means you were a caretaker. He really liked that idea. Maybe he could....shoot his shot??

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #yandere x reader #sunny day jack x reader #sdj shaun #swwsdj shaun x reader #swwsdj shaun #shaun x reader #somethings wrong with sunny day jack shaun #somethings wrong with sunny day jack ian #swwsdj ian #sunny day jack ian duff #sunny day jack ian #ian x reader

[hematomes]

so i read a couple of kaveh/al-haitham/cyno/tighnari fanfics and im kinda disappointed bc everytime it involved them trying to make their crush (so kaveh > al-haitham and cyno > tighnari etc) jealous. i feel like the polycule could be used to explore the more discreet relationships, beyond the obvious couples. so allow me to rot in place bc i don't have the energy to write a fanfic rn

kaveh genuinely and unabashedly howling at cyno's jokes. cyno is delirious w love (we've seen how he acted with albedo) and immediately confesses. he doesn't even think about it tbh

tighnari and al-haitham bonding over being nerds. tighnari goes on and on about sumeru's flora & fungi, and al-haitham listens intently and chimes in from time to time. tighnari is sharp, so he knows when to stop and doesn't take it personally

kaveh being obsessed with tighnari's tail and ears. passed out drunk using the tail as his pillow. tighnari doesn't mind and likes petting his hair. he's also the first person kaveh turns to when he's upset

cyno and al-haitham being cautious around each other, but gradually warming up. al-haitham is a solid opponent in tcg, and cyno is more used to holding a position of "real" power in the akademiya so he helps al-haitham out. and when he's overwhelmed, cyno can take over. there isn't really romance between them, just mutual respect and a whole lot of tension <3

anyway yeah i don't really like the jealousy trope, but that's a personal opinion. i just feel like exploring their relationships is cool. i also like the "2 couples who fuck each other occasionally" tho

#im tempted to try and write some stuff but im not familiar enough with al-haitham so he feels stiff #ill see once ive done his quest 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 #genshin impact #kaveh #al-haitham #cyno #tighnari

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Feel My Temperature Rising

Set the day after this story, the first thing I wrote for them. 

Also, I have decided Burnin’ Love by Elvis is officially Flora and Luc’s song. 

CW: Dubcon-ish elements, but s*x doesn’t actually happen, just cuddling. Also, obviously, priest things and religious elements. 

If anyone ever asked about everything that transpired on that pivotal day, she would insist she hadn't been looking for him, because it was true. She hadn't been. She was coming back from the library, and she always took that route to and from the library to avoid the traffic on the main roads. 

Now of course she knew he lived in that area, because of course she had looked up his information in the church directory, so sure, whenever she drove through this neighborhood she had one eye on the sidewalks in case she passed him walking. Who could blame her for that? Still, she never expected to actually find him, that day of all days, so she couldn't possibly be blamed for the subsequent events. She was simply a victim of fate.

On that fateful day, the day after he'd been coughing in confession and then let her feel his fever, the rainstorm started while she was browsing for books. She had hung around the library an extra ten minutes or so to see if the downpour would abate, but when it showed no sign of slowing she made a run for her car, ducking in and slamming the door behind herself. She was in the open less than thirty seconds, yet she was already uncomfortably damp and shivering, and annoyed at being so. She put the car into drive and began to make her way home along her usual route, thinking only of dry clothes and a hairbrush. 

Imagine her surprise when, through the sheeting rain, she saw someone on the sidewalk ahead, leading a dog and holding a handful of grocery bags. Even from behind, she could see both dog and owner were drenched beyond belief and hunched into themselves against the downpour. As she approached, her concern turned to disbelief, for the person looked an awful lot like her hot priest. She slowed to a crawl beside them, and sure enough, Father Luc turned to meet her eyes, his face mirroring her own startled look. She rolled down the passenger window and leaned over. 

"Father Luc? What are you doing out in this storm?" she called. 

"Flora," came the weak reply. "What a surprise! I'm… out enjoying the weather with Charlotte as you can see." He gestured to the sodden golden retriever at his side, who gave her a mournful look. 

What she could see was how much he was shivering, how deathly pale he was, and how hollow his eyes were, ringed with dark circles. Without further ado, she threw open the passenger door, gesturing for him to get in. 

"Oh, no, don't trouble yourself. We're only a few blocks from home and we'd get your car all wet–"

Charlotte was not so humble, though, and immediately hopped into the open door, seating herself on the passenger seat with as much dignity as she could muster, shaking off immediately. Flora was thoroughly caught in the spray, and the priest apologized profusely, begging the dog to come back out, but Flora only laughed and waved away his concern while Charlotte ignored him.

"I was already wet. What's a little more rainwater? And clearly she's made up her mind, so it looks like you'll have to get in, too."

Shaking his head, the shivering man opened the rear passenger side door and got in awkwardly, as if trying to avoid touching anything with his wet clothes, a totally futile task when sitting in a car. 

"Tell me where you live," Flora directed, putting the car into gear. 

He gave her simple instructions, and she started off. 

"This certainly isn't how I hoped our first car ride together would go," Flora thought to herself, glancing at the dripping dog beside her, and at the dripping man in the backseat, and suppressing a snort of laughter at the ridiculousness of it all. 

"Thank you for the lift," Father Luc croaked. "Your timing was impeccable. I think Charlie girl was about to give up walking all together and just lie down on the sidewalk." He coughed productively after the speech, excusing himself. 

"What were you doing out in this weather with that cough? I'm sure her walk and the groceries could have waited. You still sound as sick as you did yesterday."

"It wasn't raining when we started," he said sheepishly. "I rested most of this morning and felt better, and I thought some fresh air might help. I was just going to take her on a quick walk and get a few groceries at the little market. The rain interrupted everything. We waited around at the store, but when it seemed like it was just getting started, we made a run for it." He coughed again, even harsher. 

"You could have gotten an Uber or something!"

"I couldn't bring myself to waste the money for a few blocks of walking."

By then they had arrived at his home, and Father Luc was shivering worse than ever. Once the car was in park, Flora leapt into action. She grabbed Charlotte's leash and got herself and the dog out of the car, then ran around to open the priest's door as he fumbled to collect his bags and his keys, his hands numb and shaking. He gave her a tiny smile as he led the way up to his porch, but she saw a foggy heaviness in the way he moved, and the unnatural cast to his eyes told her his fever was back with a vengeance, if it had ever left. She was determined to stay with him now more than ever, and she said a quick prayer of thanks that the situation had presented itself so naturally. 

He unlocked the front door of his house, and she was afraid he might take the leash and say she could leave, so she held on tightly to her ticket in, and even grabbed the grocery bags from him as he fumbled with his keys, then followed in directly behind him as if she belonged there, and he didn't stop her.

His cozy little house exactly suited what she imagined for him, and seeing it at last made her happy. She made her way to the kitchen with the grocery bags, unclipping Charlotte's leash as she did. The dog shook off again with a weary sigh, then began to pace around. 

Meanwhile, Father Luc was stripping off his wet clothes, tossing them in a heap. Flora did her best to keep her face neutral at this rapid development, but the priest did not acknowledge her presence. Soon he was bare chested, and she waited with bated breath to see if the pants would follow. His violent shaking was visible as he removed his shoes and socks, and then his belt. Flora clenched her fists at her sides, but that seemed to be as far as he was going. 

"Gotta get in the shower," he mumbled through chattering teeth, glancing at her. "I'm not feeling well at all all of a sudden."

"I'll make you some soup and tea for when you get out!" she called as he made his way into the back part of the house. He didn't respond, and she took that as her invitation to stay. She couldn't help but crane her neck to see if he would continue stripping in the hallway, but his pants stayed on until the bathroom door closed behind him.

Shaking her head, she set about making food for him right away, trying to put clothes (or lack thereof) out of her mind. Judging by the cans he'd picked up at the store, he was in the mood for vegetable beef soup, so she started it simmering, adding some extra seasoning just as she would have done if she was making it for herself. An electric kettle was already out on the counter, so she got hot water going as well. As she worked, she familiarized herself with his domicile. It was cute and homey, with touches here and there that showed it was currently a sick room: the kettle, the used mugs scattered here and there, the blankets heaped on the couch, the medicine and cough drops on the coffee table. She saw the canvas bag she had given him the day before draped over a chair and found most of her dishes in the sink. Her jam was open in the fridge, so she made him toast and jam to go with his soup, and some tea and toast for herself as well. 

Charlotte continued to pace the whole time, and kept going to the back door, then coming back to look at her expectantly. 

"You can't want to go out in this. I dunno what you want, girl. You'll have to wait for your master."

Charlotte continued to stare at her pleadingly. With a sigh, Flora moved toward her. Seeing she was being followed at last, Charlotte walked over to an old towel folded up near the back door, pawed at it, then looked at Flora hopefully. Flora picked it up gingerly. It was very hairy and smelled like…

"Wet dog. You want me to dry you off better?"

Charlotte wagged her tail, positioning herself at an angle. Laughing, Flora did as she had been (more or less) asked. The dog wagged her tail the whole time, shifting here and there so Flora could better reach all of her. When she had been thoroughly toweled off, the dog gave Flora a grateful lick on the hand, then trotted over to her dog bed and laid down with a contented sigh. 

"Well you're a spoiled princess, aren't you? But I guess I shouldn't expect any less. I'm an only child, too, so I get it." 

Feeling very fond of the dog already, Flora returned to her preparations. By the time she heard the shower kick off, everything was ready. She still wished for a hairbrush and a dry shirt, but she combed through her hair with her fingers and made the best of it. 

She heard the sick man before she saw him, his chesty coughing heralding his approach. He staggered in, now dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, wearing a pained grimace and looking faint and flushed, with one hand pressed to his temple. He stopped short upon seeing her, clearly taken aback, while she moved to his side eagerly.

"Flora. You're still here. I thought I heard you leave."

"No, I've been here taking care of things. I wanted to make sure you got lunch and had everything you needed." 

"Thank you, that was very kind of you. But I think it might be best if–" 

 He tried to walk as he was talking, but as he came down the small step between the back rooms and the living area, he tripped and staggered. He would have fallen face-first onto the floor had Flora not been there to catch him around the ribs. She held him steady as he got his feet back underneath him. When she felt he was stable, she released him, tutting in concern as she did. 

"Poor thing, you are absolutely roasting, aren't you?" Without thinking she pressed her palm to his forehead to confirm. He made a small, needy sound as she did, pausing a moment before he pulled away. 

"I was just coming in here to take a fever reducer. But as I was saying–"

"I'm not going anywhere while you're borderline delirious with that fever. You can hardly walk straight."

"I can walk straight," he said softly, perhaps a little hurt. Yet the unsteady way he continued to sway said otherwise. Luckily for her, before he could protest her presence again, he broke into the harshest coughing fit she had yet heard. His legs began to tremble in earnest, forcing him to reach desperately for the nearest piece of furniture to keep himself upright. Before he knew what was happening, she had one hand around his arm and one in the small of his back as she propelled him to the couch. When he was seated and catching his breath, she scurried to the kitchen, poured him a mug of tea and honey, then returned to hand it to him. He took it eagerly, though his hands visibly shook. 

"That's twice now you've almost fallen in as many minutes. I can't in good conscience leave you alone like this," she said softly. "You're on a crash course to injure yourself, no pun intended. I'm staying to help you, and that's final."

She spoke with such conviction that no one would have dared argue with her, him least of all, since they both knew that in truth he desperately wanted to be taken care of. He was too sick and miserable to want otherwise.

At last he nodded, dropping his gaze in submission. She had won this round. 

"Drink that tea," she chided gently. "It's the one you just bought, the throat coat."

He did as she asked, humming in pleasure at the warmth, which of course turned into a cough. "Can you bring me the cough syrup?" he asked after another few swallows. "And the Tylenol?"

"Of course. How about some food, too? I made soup and toast."

He palmed his stomach, rubbing it absently. "I suppose I'd better." 

"Don't tell me your stomach is bothering you too?"

He shook his head. "Not yet. But if I take all this medicine without eating it will."

"Sensitive stomach?"

He nodded. "Especially when I'm already sick."

She filed this tidbit away in her memory as she fetched his requests. She handed him the medicines along with a bottle of water and set the soup and toast on the table. Then she squatted down so they were at eye level, forcing him to meet her eyes. She gently brushed away his shower-damp bangs and pressed a hand to his forehead, wanting to actually gauge his fever this time. He accepted her touch without protest, muffling a cough behind his lips. 

She clucked her tongue at the noticeable heat. "Have you taken your temperature with a thermometer recently?"

He shook his head, looking sheepish. "Not sure I want to know the number. I already know it's high."

She chuckled. "I suppose that's fair. The number won't change the treatment. As long as you take that medicine."

In reply, he swallowed the syrup and pills with a big drink of water, giving her a tiny smile and a wink. 

She grinned back at him. "Before you eat, I'll pray for the food." Seizing any opportunity to touch him, she grasped his free hand and bowed her head. "Dear Lord, thank you for this food and let it nourish our bodies. Heal Father Luc of his illness and keep us safe in this rainstorm. In Jesus' name we pray, Amen."

"Thank you, Flora," the priest said, gently releasing his hand from hers. "And I'll add, I pray you don't catch this from being around my germs so much today."

"I'm not worried, and you shouldn't be either. But if it makes you feel better, I'll do the dishes and disinfect things while you eat. For both our sakes."

"That's not necessary. I can–"

"I want to. I'm here to help you, after all. Plus, you'll feel better in a clean house."

He sighed quietly. "If you insist. Again, thank you."

"It's my pleasure," she said fervently. "I'll take care of everything. You just sit and eat and rest."

Of course, while she was cleaning the kitchen she kept an eye on him, glancing over surreptitiously every so often. At first he ate fairly steadily, though pain flashed across his face every few swallows. The toast was gone in short order, washed down with the rest of the tea, and then he started on the soup. During the second half of his meal, though, his blinking steadily grew slower and heavier, and the motion of the spoon slowed. At last she looked over to see he had dozed off where he sat, the bowl resting precariously on his knee. Just as she was about to go rescue it, he jerked awake with a barking cough. He set the bowl and spoon aside then and wrapped a few blankets snugly around himself, shifting to lie down with a sickly snuffle, knees drawn in close and hands tucked under the pillow under his cheek. 

"Why haven't you been lying down in bed?" she called over to him.

"Too far away from everything," he croaked. "I didn't want to be walking around so much."

She almost told him she would be doing all the walking for him now so he could go to bed if he liked, but thought better of it. There would be time for that later. And anyway, seeing him curled up on the couch was probably more adorable. 

Charlotte seemed to agree. Once his face was at the same level as hers, she quietly trotted over and gave him a few comforting licks on the cheek, wagging her tail. He freed a hand from his cocoon to scratch behind her ears. 

"I'm okay, Charlie girl," he murmured. "I just need to sleep."

She seemed to understand. She gave him another little lick, then went back to her own bed, continuing to keep an eye on him.

Flora finished the dishes a few minutes later and came to sit across from him. He was nearly asleep, his breathing slow and steady.

"You should leave whenever you want, Flora," the priest mumbled, not opening his eyes. "I'll be okay. Charlie will take care of me."

Hearing her name, the dog crossed to Flora, who began to pet her right away. Giving her a friendly tail wag, the dog laid down across Flora's feet with a happy sigh. Flora laughed, continuing to pet her ally. 

Luc cracked an eye open at the sound of her laugh, and also smiled at the sight. 

"Looks like she doesn't want me to leave. I guess she likes having the help."

"So it would seem," he murmured, letting his eyes drift closed again. 

Flora was quiet until it seemed he was asleep, then smiled down at her foot warmer. 

"Good girl, Charlotte," she murmured, scratching the dog's ears. 

"Good Charlotte," came his voice from beside her, muddled with sleep and a sore throat, making her jump. "That's why I gave her that name. I loved that band growing up."

"It's a perfect name for her. I loved that band, too. Still do. My mother was appalled the first time I accidentally let her hear it."

"Mine, too," he mumbled around a yawn. "I still have all my punk albums hidden under my bed. Old habits die hard…." He trailed off into a snore.

As far as she was concerned, that was the only proof necessary that the two of them needed to get married. A priest that listens to 2000′s punk rock? Could a man be any more attractive?

~~~

Flora was near at hand when the sick man woke again a few hours later. Wild horses wouldn't have dragged her away from his sickbed now that she had made her way in, so after cleaning and disinfecting most of the house, she had opened up one of her library books and waited out his nap with Charlotte at her side. It had been difficult to watch him toss and turn uncomfortably for so long, his fever making him mutter and moan in his sleep, so it was a relief when he showed signs of waking. 

In the end it was a coughing fit that woke him of course, the sound harsh and rumbling as ever. He tossed and turned a bit after he quieted, as if trying to go back to sleep. Eventually his eyes slid open instead, then immediately closed. With a soft groan he ran his hands over his face.

Watching all of this transpire, Flora crossed to him, the dog at her side. "Hey there. How are you feeling?"

There was no denying the flicker of happiness that crossed his face upon seeing her, but the pinched, miserable expression quickly returned. 

"Nnghn," he mumbled, feebly trying to free his legs from the blankets wrapped around them. 

"That good, huh?" She came to his rescue, folding up the offending blankets on top of the others. 

"Just slowly boiling alive," he sighed, wheezy and rough. "I'm pretty sure I feel my temperature rising." He began to scratch Charlotte's ears, and this seemed to relax him slightly. 

Flora knew there would be no benefit in feeling his forehead, for it was going to feel hot. She could tell that on sight alone, flushed and sweaty as he looked, and his own comments notwithstanding. Yet the urge to touch him in any possible way was constant and overwhelming; such was his magnetism over her. Still, another idea occurred to her.

"Let me get a cold cloth for your face so you'll be a little more comfortable. And we'll actually take your temperature now as a baseline, since it seems like the medicine isn't working well."

"Just a minute," he croaked, swinging his legs down and staggering up to stand. He shuffled his way to the bathroom, coughing all the way, with his dog at his heels. Charlotte was clearly intent on making sure he stayed safe. The pair returned as quickly as could be expected in his weak, unsteady state, and he fell back into the couch bonelessly, nestling into the blankets with another groan while Charlotte and Flora looked on anxiously. 

Flora was ready with the thermometer as soon as he was settled, but as she was about to give it to him, something began to vibrate. It wasn't the first time she'd heard the sound that day, but it was the most persistent. She gave him a questioning look and he pulled his phone out of the depths of the couch behind him wordlessly, tossing it on the coffee table without a glance. It stopped vibrating, then started again immediately. 

"You're not going to answer?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Don't feel good. No phone calls today," he mumbled.

She wanted to "aww" so badly at his pathetically simple statement of fact, but didn't want to embarrass him, so she settled for giving him a sympathetic look while Charlotte licked his cheek, clearly feeling the same way. He'd gone from "not feeling well at all" to "don't feel good" in only a few hours. He really must be miserable.

 The phone stopped ringing, then started once more. She really tried not to look, since she didn't want him to think she was snooping, but she caught a glimpse of the name on the screen before she could stop herself.

"It says Mom… are you sure you don't want to answer?"

He shook his head. "She's the last person I want to talk to. She'll hear I'm sick from my voice and then she'll fuss and worry. Here, let me turn the ringer off."

She handed it to him, and he set it to silent before tossing it back onto the table, settling down once more with a huff that ended in fittish coughing. Flora didn't leave him alone, though, and held out the thermometer again. He took it and put it in his mouth willingly. As it calibrated, he let his eyes slip closed, the bruising around them vivid as ever. 

His companion took the opportunity to soak in his appearance, staring unabashedly. Dressed in sweats and shivering, hair tousled, fever-flushed, moisture glistening on his forehead, and now with a thermometer sticking out of his mouth, he was the picture of illness. She had never seen a more contagious sight–or a more beautiful one. That she was able to be with him while he was in such a vulnerable state was a gift she would never take for granted. 

The thermometer eventually beeped, interrupting her reverie, and his eyes flickered open wearily as she took it, awaiting the verdict. 

"103.3. That's about what I expected, honestly. Let's try to get you cooled off a little so you're more comfortable."

"At least three is my lucky number," he mumbled sleepily as she bustled around gathering things. "Maybe that'll be good luck."

"Is it? Why three?" she asked conversationally. "The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost?"

"That's one reason, I suppose," he chuckled. "But there's lots of others. There are three kids in my family and in both my parents'. My sisters were born on March 3rd and March 23rd. My house number growing up was 333. Just to name a few."

"Well I like that. I'll hope that that means good luck, then, too," she said, kneeling at his side to press an icy cold cloth to his forehead.

He broke into a coughing fit as she did so, one of the worst yet. He quickly had trouble catching his breath and had to sit upright, hacking into his fist again and again, the cloth falling off immediately. 

Feeling the need to do something, Flora found herself pressing her hand into his chest, rubbing a little, wanting to soothe and steady his lungs. To her surprise, he didn't shift away from her, but grabbed her hand with his and held on like it was a lifeline, squeezing with every cough. 

At last he quieted, more flushed and sweaty than ever, and fell back against the pillow in exhaustion. Only then did he let her hand fall from his. 

"I'm sorry I got you talking," she said. "I should know better when you're sick like this."

"Not your fault," came the hoarse whisper. "Conversation is good for the soul."

Flora again laid the cloth against his forehead, pressing it down. He sighed in pleasure, which only made him start coughing again, though this fit was less protracted. 

"Oh Luc, that's such a bad cough," she sighed. "Do you want to take some more medicine?"

He made a face, and she almost thought he was going to decline. But after a moment he nodded with another tiny sigh. "Can you bring me a yogurt bar out of the freezer too?"

"Oh yeah, of course." 

In no time he'd downed the medicine and eaten again, rounding everything out with more tea. While he was eating, Flora turned on Netflix with his permission. Scanning through his "recently watched" queue for something familiar, she picked one of her own favorites, the Great British Baking Show. He smiled as she selected it, and of course she smiled back. She had always sensed their innate compatibility, but she adored finding more and more proof of it.

Once his tea was gone, he settled back into his blanket nest and was snoozing in no time, propped up somewhat so he could breathe better. Charlotte followed suit, stretching out in her dog bed. Flora left the show playing for the background noise for both of them. 

She was getting a bit bored, she admitted to herself. It was progressing towards evening, and she wondered idly how her departure was going to come about. Would he force her to finally go, or should she see herself out and save him the trouble? She thought probably the former, whatever intentions she would purport to have. Bored or not, she knew once she left his house the magic would have to end. She'd never get another chance like this, so she intended to see it through as long as possible. 

He didn't sleep nearly as long as she expected this time, and in less than an hour (two episodes hadn't even played) he was stirring awake again. He opened his eyes, fidgeting around restlessly. He'd been lying on his side with the blanket drawn up to his chin, but with a frustrated groan he rolled over onto his front. 

"Is everything okay?" Flora asked, going to kneel at his side. She pressed her hand to his forehead. "It feels like your fever is finally down. What's wrong?"

"Nauseous, dizzy," he muttered. "I always get nauseous when I take Robitussin, but it's the only thing that works when I have a cough like this. I thought eating with it would help. Guess not."

"Why would you take it if it makes you sick, though?"

"I'd rather be nauseous than coughing so hard I can't breathe."

"So you either have to feel seasick or cough your lungs out? Poor love. Those are both awful options."

It was only after he perked up and met her eyes that she realized her slip of the tongue. 

"What… what did you say?" he croaked, his face inscrutable as he slowly sat up straighter. 

She willed herself to hold his stare in that critical moment as she carefully chose her words, communicating far more through the intensity of her gaze than what she said: "I meant to say 'Luc', but it came out 'love'. A slip of the tongue. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Please forgive me." 

His gaze didn't waver either. "Oh no, it's not that. You don't need to ask for forgiveness. I just… I wanted to make sure I heard you correctly."

"Yes, you heard correctly." She took a tiny step forward, his eyes drawing her in, erasing any willpower she might have had.

"I see," he breathed. "I– I believe I understand."

They hung, frozen in time for the longest of moments. Neither seemed to breathe. Then, he slowly reached out his hand to her, inviting her to come closer. She hardly felt her feet on the floor as she drew near and placed her hand in his, but his touch electrified her. He brushed his lips across her palm. The barest touch, yet she felt fire erupt across her skin, raising goosebumps of delight. Then, with a little squeeze, he released her just as quickly as he'd caught her, their eyes meeting once more. 'Not yet', his gaze seemed to say. 'In time. But not yet.'

For him, she would wait as long as he asked. She believed a promise of more from him could sustain her indefinitely. Her chest felt full, bursting with a thousand emotions. 

His chest was full too, though in a very different way, and she crashed back to reality when he began to hack productively into a fist, harsh and scraping. 

She sighed softly, shifting her focus. His health still took priority. "You poor thing. That cough just won't let you rest."

"It's better, though. I think it's getting better," he mumbled, lying back down with an air of exhaustion and misery. 

"Maybe a little," she conceded. In her mind, she was running through options of how she could help him. It was too soon for medicine. He wouldn't want to eat with a stomach ache. His fever was down, so a cool rag wasn't necessary. "But you still look so sick and sad. What can I get you to help you feel better? Name it and it's yours."

His eyes lit up for a brief moment. "The only thing that sounds good right now is ginger ale. And maybe Vicks will help this cough since nothing else will…."

She could see there was one more thing, but he was hesitating. "And? What else?"

"Well… whenever I was sick as a kid, my grandmother would always watch me. And she and I would always do jigsaw puzzles together. And I… I guess I'd really love a new puzzle to work on. Since I don't think this is going away anytime soon."

"Your wish is my command. But actually, you already have one of those things." She hurried to the kitchen and returned with a little jar of Vicks. "You bought this while you were out this morning."

"Did I? I don't remember that," he said faintly, taking the jar and fidgeting with it. "This morning feels like forever ago."

"You can say that again," she agreed. "But you were thinking ahead even if you don't remember doing so. Do you… want help putting that on?" 

"Oh no, I've got it," he said, reddening. "But if you're leaving, could you let Charlotte out before you go? I think the rain finally stopped."

The dog, who was quietly standing by the back door, wagged her tail at the sound of her name, making Flora smile. 

"You got it. Anything else?" 

He shook his head. "You've already done so much. I'll never be able to thank you enough. I'm so thankful you found us on the side of the road."

"Don't mention it. Any– anyone would have done the same." She had been about to say 'any good Christian', but that was a little too tongue-in-cheek even for her, knowing her own ulterior motives. "I'll head to the store right away," she said, preventing him from replying further. She found a sticky note and scribbled down her cellphone number. "Text me if you think of anything else. I shouldn't be gone long."

"I will. Thank you," he said quietly. "And before you ask, no, I won't stop thanking you. You saved the day today."

"Then I guess I'd better leave so you don't have the opportunity to keep saying it," she laughed, going to the back door with the dog at her heels.

 Letting Charlotte out was the work of the moment. The dog did her business quickly, looking at the sky apprehensively the whole time. Since moisture was still drizzling down, she again insisted on being toweled off when they got back inside, making Flora and Luc laugh. This done, Flora was speeding away to the nearest bookstore in no time. 

She took her time selecting a puzzle she thought would suit him. Nothing too feminine, no boring landscapes or movie stills. At last she picked out a colorful, abstract design that looked like it would be challenging but not impossible. She found ginger ale in a vending machine, and as an afterthought grabbed him a coffee from the bookstore cafe as well. 

Her errands complete, she soon found herself back in his neighborhood. So as to not arouse any more suspicion, and now that the rain had mostly stopped, instead of parking in his driveway again, she parked across the street and down a ways in the parking lot of a little public park, and savored the fresh, clean air walking back to his house.

She hadn't locked the door, so she let herself back in quietly. To her surprise, the couch was unoccupied and the main rooms dark. Locking the door behind herself now, she set down most of her purchases in the kitchen and went in search of her charge.

He wasn't difficult to find, for the next logical place to look for him was his bedroom, and there he was, huddled in bed with the lights off and Charlotte curled up behind his knees. He saved her the awkwardness of having to check if he was awake by speaking as soon as she entered:

"Welcome back. F-feels like you just left."

"It wasn't a long errand. But long enough for you to change things up on me, apparently. Got sick of the living room, no pun intended?"

He chuckled hoarsely. "I fell asleep again as soon as you l-left and woke up with a splitting headache. C-came back here because it's darkest."

She could sense he was struggling not to cough after such a long speech, in addition to shivering harshly, and he cleared his throat several times instead, arousing her sympathy (among other things) for the thousandth time or so that day. 

"So no puzzle tonight, then?" she asked.

"Not tonight. But there's always t-tomorrow. I can't wait to see what you p-picked."

"I got you a coffee, too, for the morning. Maybe it'll give you the boost you need to start feeling better. It's an Irish Cream Cold Brew."

"You're kidding!" His excitement was endearing, but of course the change in pitch made him cough pitifully. "How did you know my coffee order?" he asked when he could speak, hoarse and faint though it was.

"I've only seen you carrying it around church dozens of times," she laughed. "If you can't tell by now, being hyper observant is my brand of anxiety."

He laughed too, stifling another cough in the process. "You're incredible, Flora. I'm going to owe you for the rest of my life."

She flushed with pleasure. "It's only because you're so sick. You just keep tugging on my heart strings. Speaking of which, how's your fever?"

"Okay, I think." 

She confirmed with her hand. "I agree. It's okay. You don't feel like a broiler, anyway. Your cough?"

"Controlled. A little b-better, maybe."

"I'd agree with that too. Stomach ache?"

"About the same."

"And now a bad headache, too?".

"Unfortunately."

"Well, hopefully this will at least help both of the last two." She held out the bottle of ginger ale. 

"Oh my goodness, that is exactly what I need." He carefully sat up (disturbing Charlotte, who gave an annoyed huff), revealing that he was wrapped in a blanket underneath the duvet on the bed. He kept this around himself as best as he could as he reached for the soda, cracked it, and took several swallows. 

"That tastes amazing. It actually h-helps my throat, t-too. Th-thank you s-so much, Flora"

"No thanks necessary," she said, spreading her hands. "And you really don't have to keep thanking me. It's the least I could do. I wish it was more. You still look so miserable."

"Because I AM m-miserable," he chuckled. "I'm sick as a dog, no offense to Charlie. But I'm as comfortable as I can be now, thanks to you."

She couldn't have asked for a better segue. Seizing all her courage, she replied: "Speaking of comfortable… I can see one last way to help you tonight, if you're open to it. You haven't stopped shivering since I got here. It looks like it actually got worse from the cold drink. I think sharing body heat might be what you need, and I'm volunteering my services."

 She couldn't see his face well in the dark, so the long silence that followed her statement was excruciating. 

Finally, he took a careful breath. "We b-both know that wouldn't be appropriate, F-Flora," he murmured.

It wasn't a 'no', it was an obligatory statement of fact, and for that reason she tried again. "Nobody needs to know. Not a soul knows I'm here. My car isn't even in your driveway anymore. The only way anyone would find out is if you or I told them. The way I see it, 'appropriate' becomes null behind closed doors."

He chuckled, seemingly against his will. "You have it all f-figured out, don't y-you?" He fell silent again, and she followed suit, sensing he was gnawing his lip in thought. "You know we shouldn't," he said at last, though regret was plain in his voice.

Still not a 'no', so she kept pressing. "But Luc, you want to be held. It's all you've wanted all day, I've seen it plainly. And you should be held, because everyone should be held when they're so sick. And I'm right here. And I want to hold you. So let me." This time she held her arms wide, an open invitation, taking a tiny step closer.

More seconds passed, feeling like minutes, as Flora held her breath and held her pose. Then, slowly, Luc lifted his arms to mirror her, letting the blanket fall away from his shoulders. She flew to meet him. He let his weight fall against her, needy and wanting, burying his face into her shirt as she pressed her face into his messy hair. They found themselves in a tight hug that lingered for a long time. Then, in one motion she nudged him and Charlotte closer to the middle of the bed and crawled in beside him. She ended up mostly on her side but partially propped up against the pillows behind them while he was lying on his side with his face still tucked against her. They clung to one another as if they'd never let go. Here, in his bed, surrounded with the heady scent of him, she thought she'd never been closer to heaven. 

He was shivering harshly at first, but he soon began to still. She felt his tension ease, and after a few minutes he sighed contentedly, muffling the subsequent cough against her side in a familiar, cozy way. 

"Are you warmer now?" she murmured in the peaceful silence that followed. 

"Much. It's like I can feel my temperature rising. But in a good way this time. Going back to normal," he said, holding onto her all the tighter.

She pressed her lips to his hair again. Then, going slowly, giving him the opportunity to stop her, she slid her hand under his shirt so her fingers were against the warm, sweaty skin of his back. When he didn't protest, she began to run her fingertips up and down his spine, scratching and kneading. He groaned in ecstasy at the sensation. 

"I figured since everything else hurt, you'd be pretty achy too," she murmured. 

"So achy, all day. That feels incredible. Please don't stop."

She had no plans to do so, and his breathing quickly grew deep and regular. Soon he was asleep… or so she thought. Her hand continued to move, soothing herself as much as him. She was nearly asleep when he spoke, so softly that at first she thought she was imagining it. 

"This is going to be trouble, you know. One way or another," he breathed. 

She couldn't help but smile to herself. He was probably right. If they continued on this path, trouble would eventually find them. Yet she found she wasn't scared. She would embrace any sort of trouble involving him with open arms. 

She pressed her lips to his hair reassuringly, hugging him even tighter. "Nobody needs to know," she murmured. 

#my ocs #my wrtitng #priest 'verse ocs #cw priest #everyone is hotter with a fever

[florelia12]

What If Scenario - Helia didn’t have feelings for Flora…at first.

An AU where its more of a friends to lovers for Helia and love at first sight for Flora. One-sided pining until it’s almost too late.

So, it starts with Flora and Helia and their iconic meeting. Flora falls for him but Helia’s just like “hm, nice girl.” He makes a habit out of drawing people/strangers and gives it to them. But, Flora starts to develop a crush on him because of the drawing and also because he’s hot.

They organically become friends, with Flora (retaining her wonderful season 1 personality) making an effort to get to know him. This happens because he is assigned to the squad and is having a hard time adjusting. At one point, Flora confesses to him she feels left out too because Aisha and her used to be close until Musa and Aisha became closer. She’s not jealous because she knows Aisha cares about her but it does make her feel a little bit like no one in their group really gets her.

Helia has trauma (ofc he does) and is hesitant to make friends. Why? Because his old squad were assholes to him and when a mission went wrong, a lot of people got hurt and they blamed it all on him thinking they’d get away with it since he is Saladin’s grandson. Did that happen? Ofc not. Helia being Helia didn’t argue and simply accepted his fate. Saladin kind of forced him to take a break from RF, go for therapy and try and get his shit together. Hence, the gap year at a local art school on Magix proceeded by him showing up again on Saladin’s doorstep and refusing to leave since he almost died at the end of season 1.

Helia tries to convince Saladin that he is ready to be back. Saladin has his doubts. He puts him with Sky’s team and Helia thinks its a test because who are these lovable dysfunctional idiots but really it’s because Saladin knows he’ll fit right in. Now he just has to convince Saladin (truly, himself) that he is meant to be a Specialist and so they go on missions and yada yada. Back to where I trailed off…

He’s truly not interested in relationships right now because he has way too much on his plate but he does grow fond of Flora and appreciates the efforts she puts in to make him part of the group. Even helps her out with her own insecurities and helping her gain her Charmix. They become close and the closer they get the more Flora is reluctant to ever confess.

The girls hound her about it, the boys assume Helia has any idea that Flora has a crush on him but nothing happens because angst is what keeps us alive. ALSO. Helia, Flora and Aisha friendship with Aisha being stuck in the middle of these oblivious idiots after Helia and Aisha bond over being the newbies —- something she was forced into after Flora pushing her but then ends up genuinely enjoy Helia’s friendship proceeded by Helia helping Flora get closer to Aisha again after they drifted for a while there.

So now Helia reaches a point around in season 3 right before Eraklyon’s Anniversary Party (i think we all know where this is going 🐉 ) and he realises when Sky invites him that he really is a part of the squad and that they are really his friends. Its like his moment of realising that hey he’s on the other side and reached the end of the tunnel. Like. He’s happy. He’s healthy. So, he agrees to go to the ball/party idk

Now. We love a little jealous moment during the pining stage. So, Stella sets Flora up with a date for the party — maybe Brandon’s cousin or Sky’s friend (she knows what she’s doing). Then, casually assigns Aisha as Helia’s date which he is fine about until he sees Flora in the ballgown ( cue that scene when Brandon’s jaw drops after seeing Stella at her Princess Ball ). Now he’s not too happy about Flora having a date to the ball. Does he talk to her about it? No. He sulks in one corner in true Helia style because hopping planets isn’t an option right now and his therapist told him no.

Aisha decides to give him a wake up call. Helia’s like pft no, Flora doesn’t like me like that she’s nice to everyone. Aisha tries not to hit him. At some point, Helia had told Flora he wasn’t looking for a relationship and wasn’t ready and she was like good for you I support you 100% bestie even though she was dying on the inside (haha wonder where that was inspired from, definitely not projecting what). So, Flora never made any move on him.

He asks if Flora still has a crush on him. Aisha refuses to tell him. He gets frustrated and then gets even more frustrated seeing Flora dancing with the other guy because what if she’s moved on which he would have appreciated before he had the epiphany at the worst time possible. Decides to impulsively cut in and Flora’s like huh but then stupid Sky (i love him) decides its the perfect time to announce his love for Blo- nope, Diaspro.

They all get distracted trying to run from certain death at the hand of their friend turned cruel prince (cardan my beloved but thats not relevant). Flora then gets attacked by Sky’s dragon.

Angst.

Helia finally realises that shit he loves her. She’s his best friend and he can’t lose her <\3 Tries not to breakdown and fails miserably. Therapist tells him its good he is feeling his feelings because they are annoying like that (the good ones are life-savers)

Flora doesn’t die and Helia was a little overdramatic because Magic makes healing faster and less painful. But, now he needs to deal with his feelings for his best friend which is what he calls her when she wakes up and shes like aw, same <3.

Flora senses the shift in him but remains oblivious to his awkward flirting and thinks he is being extra sweet since she was hurt. Aisha is trying not to pull out her hair.

Flora gets her Enchantix, Helia is still miserably in love but then starts to avoid her because he is so confused and he does not want to ruin his friendship with her. Flora is sad but she’s too busy saving the world so they stay quietly missing each other

Then Tecna gets sucked into the Omega portal. Helia is there for her again, no longer avoiding her and he helps her through it. She tells him she was afraid that another friend grew tired of her or bored and drifted away. She feels like she tries to be there for people and a shoulder to cry on but after a point its all she is. Sometimes she thinks that’s all she knows. She thought this time it’d be different.

Helia almost confesses but knows this isn’t the right time because she is grieving. But he assures her that she is not forgettable or replacable. Tries to make her believe it but she doesn’t seem so convinced. Internally beats himself up but his therapist assures him that healing is not linear (i need to text back mine)

They save Tecna, hurrah and now Nabu is in the picture. Hello, Aisha 😏

They go to the Red Tower looking for Water Stars. Riven and Helia stay behind, Flora sends the cute little video message and Riven sees Nabu and gets ready to throw hands

When Helia tries to stop him, Riven calls him out and says hey at least im fighting for the girl i like. Helia’s like da fuck? Does everyone know but me? Riven calls him stupid and then leaves him to his overthinking in his towel. (Yall know what scene im talking about)

Anyways, they get the Water Stars and they come back but Flora’s quiet again. Helia tries to get her to open up and she tells him her test in the crystal labyrinth was about her worst fear of being forgotten. That if she wanted the water stars, she would have to choose to be forgotten by everyone, that they forget they ever knew her. Of course she chose that path because the universe was more impt than that.

Even though the council of elders eventually restored the sacrifices, for a while no one remembered she existed and that’s terrifying.

Helia tells her he can’t imagine a world without her in it. Cue intense eye contact and then they kiss.

Finally. Cue Aisha’s florelia senses tingling like that Charles scene in b99 with peraltiago (please understand this reference)

Flora is the first to pull away thinking she kissed him even though it was very much a simultaneous effort from both parties. She panics and apologises. Helia is hurt that she looks like she regrets every decision she has ever made in her life but understands. She runs away. (Girl, same)

The last one of the gang turns 18 so they decide to go to the club for the first time. Since Aisha had Nabu now, Stella declares that Helia will be Flora’s date. Are they happy about it since they’ve been avoiding each other? Nope. Do they say no? Also no.

They sit awkwardly in the club once the pairs start pairing off. Not talking until Flora can’t stand the silence and apologises again. Says she doesn’t want to lose him as a friend. Helia agrees even though he wants to be more. They are okay for a bit before Valtor that diva sky-telecasts his challenge to duel the headmasters.

More angst and so this is why this will never be written out into a fic as my patience is a thin as my hair.

Helia is worried about Saladin but Saladin assures him Helia is ready to be on his own if anything should happen to him during the duel. He isn’t afraid to leave Helia behind because he knows he has his people now.

Then he tells him to tell Flora how he feels.

How does Saladin know? He gives some weird wise sarcastic answer like “I’m all-knowing” but really it’s because Faragonda told him. She’s the one that’s actually “all-knowing” aka invades the privacy of her fav students and ships them.

Final battle with Valtor happens. Flora returns safely and they do share the hug at the end of the episode. Helia decided to tell her how he feels but at a better time and they agree to sit down and talk about it once its all over.

Is it over yet? Haha no. Valtor is still alive, kidnaps the specialists and leaves Helia behind. On the way to save his friends, he walks off to the back of the ship and admits to Flora he feels like he failed to protect him. She comforts him and he tells her that he was so scared he wont make it out alive. That Valtor was going to kill him. She starts tearing up.

He tells her that all he could think about as he possibly faced his last moments was not telling her how he felt. She tells him she has feelings for him too. But, ofc the moment doesn’t last and they are pulled back into the cockpit.

Now. It’s over for reals. Stella throws another Princess Ball because I would too if i got turned into a monster halfway at my first one.

After all the intense moments and will they won’t they moments and pining and anticipation… they finally have a good, soft Florelia moment and they get together. The end.

#this #got out of hand #as usual #but oh well #imagine I dragged this on to season 4 #now that’d be fun #but yeah this never getting written #but anyone else is free to do so if they like the idea #if you have gotten this far into the post then here have a candy

[awlimagines]

SFW Possessive Reader: Part Four

FLORA

You knew dating Flora wouldn’t be easy. Neither of you had much, if any, experience in relationships. Then, your careers kept you busy and apart most of the day. You could deal with it if it were just that, though. Your gaze drifted from where you sulked to where Flora and Carter whispered close together over an artifact. Telling yourself their relationship was professional only went so far when the two shared all meals and lived together. 

You felt like a third wheel in your relationship. Nothing was changing from before you began to date Flora. You only got to see her on the days that Van visited. Time with you was squeezed between the daily work you couldn’t skip and dinner for Carter, leaving a meager few hours two days a month. It wasn’t until Flora got up to leave in the middle of a movie that your frustrations burst forth.

“Oh, I need to leave to start dinner.”   

"Look, I know we've been dating for only two months, but I think it's time you tell Carter you don't like him that way,” you fumed. “Sorry, it just- It feels like you’re married to him, and he doesn’t even appreciate your cooking! He’s a grown man; he can find some way to feed himself. He managed before you came to work with him. Surely, making him dinner isn’t part of your contract. I’d like to see you more than twice a month. Don’t you want to see me more?”

You felt terrible for your outburst as you watched Flora blink in surprise from behind her glasses. As you were preparing to apologize for overreacting, Flora spoke. 

“I don’t enjoy cooking much. I would rather just focus on the dig site than worrying about meals,” she confessed. “I’d like to see you more, but I don’t want to quit working.” 

“Oh, I’m not asking that! How about you spend some nights with me to have dinner? I enjoy cooking, and Nina has taught me some fresh fish dishes. I can cook while you tell me about the artifacts you’ve uncovered for the day.” 

“That sounds nice,” Flora blushed. “But I should still leave for today. I need to talk with Carter about some changes.”

GUSTAFA

Takakura assured you the farm would be fine for a few days. He had handled the farm before you came, and while your work had helped grow it beyond what he did, Takakura wanted you to have some time to enjoy being newly married. You were greatly appreciative then, but now you regretted taking the offer. The beach resort was amazing for the first few hours. 

Then you learned that Gustafa couldn’t be left alone. Another scowl crossed your face as you watched the girl cozy up to Gustafa at the bar again. You didn’t want to doubt him; you knew better deep down. Seeing the model-like girl throw herself at your husband and him pleasantly hold a conversation like any other day was hard. Did his shades somehow block the view of her wearing practically nothing? 

“Hey, I thought we were having fun?” Gustafa gently asked, setting your drink in front of you. 

“It’s a little hard when missy over there keeps throwing herself at you, and you let her!” you seethed, gesturing at the bikini-wearing girl. His easy-going personality was one of the reasons you fell in love with him. But could he honestly not see the girl flirting with him?

“The girl I was just speaking with?” Gustafa questioned with a smile. 

“Are you serious right now?” 

Gustafa’s grin only grew in response, and you could feel tears of frustration pricking your eyes. Before you could open your mouth to say things you would regret later, the man swiftly bent down, planting a kiss against your lips before peppering your face with others. His assault didn’t stop until you shoved him away, gasping for air between your giggles.

“Hey, look at me,” Gustafa urged, removing his shades to stare directly into your eyes. You gulped, trying to focus and not become lost in his dazzling blue gaze. “I’m yours, and no one can change that. I have no interest in anyone that isn't you.”

You dumbly nodded as Gustafa winked and replaced his shades, reassuringly grabbing your hand to plant kisses across your knuckles. As he talked about possible excursions for the two of you, you couldn’t help but smirk over his shoulder at the girl.

MARLIN/MATTHEW

It was the end of summer, but no one told the sweltering heat it was fall’s turn. “Maybe it’s just me,” the thought crossed your mind as you walked by Vesta’s farm to the dig site. Matthew and Cecilia crouched together too close for your liking as they tended to the crops in the field. You liked Cecilia as a person. She was sweet; who in town didn’t like the young woman? But that included your new boyfriend. 

From the beginning, he seemed out of your league. The interactions between Cecilia and him convinced you further that he’d never be interested in you. But then, your relationship blossomed. The fall was hard for you, and only recently had your jealousy begun to rear its head. You wouldn’t be so bothered if you believed Matthew only viewed her as a sister. The way he treated Vesta and Ceci was too different, though. Friends had tried to reassure you that such things were normal in sibling relations. Not every bond was the same, and they swore Matthew looked at you like you were the sun his earth revolved around.

You let out a frustrated sigh as Carter called an end to the day. Keeping your hands busy had done nothing to clear your mind. You rushed home to finish your chores and dragged into the house. If only the day could be over, you wished as you finished washing up. But you still needed to cook dinner. The sight of something blue draped on the corner of your mirror caught your eye. How had you forgotten Matthew left his button-up? Although you couldn’t recall the exact details, you remembered promising to clean it and return it to him. You sniffed the fabric before inhaling deeply. The shirt still smelled like him. It almost felt like getting a hug. You giggled as you tugged the shirt over your pajamas. Cecilia probably didn’t get to do anything like this. A knock at the door sent you scurrying to answer in confusion.

“Hey, Y/N. Were we still on for-?” Matthew’s words trailed off, seeing what you were wearing. Your eyes widened in shock. You had forgotten all about your plans after seeing them work the fields. “Is that my shirt?”     

“I’m sorry I stole your shirt. It still smells like you,” you mumbled an explanation, watching his face turn red. “Are you mad? I can give it back.” 

You jumped as Matthew’s hands clamped onto your shoulders, preventing you from removing his shirt. He cleared his throat, “Y-you can keep it on; it looks good on you.” 

You couldn’t fight the giant grin that enveloped your face. How could you have ever doubted this man?

#harvest moon #story of seasons #story of seasons a wonderful life #harvest moon a wonderful life #sos awl #hm awl #bokujou monogatari #awl imagines #awl flora #awl flora x reader #awl gusta #awl gustafa #awl gustafa x reader #awl marlin #awl matth #awl matthew #awl marlin x #awl marlin x reader #awl matthew x reader

[skylaryozora]

Hey!! I know my question will be basic, but if you had to rate winx ships (Musa&Riven, Flora&Helia, Stella&Brandon, Tecna&Timmy, Aisha&Nabu, Bloom&Sky) in a scale from your favourite to your least favourite, how would it be?? I am just curious haha. By the way, your art is so amazing!!

Hello anon! Oh, no, it's not basic at all, I think I have actually never rated Winx ships before, so maybe it's high time for me to do a personal ranking. And thank you so much for appreciating my art!

Musa and Riven - I mean, it's not a shocker if you've been following me on IG or here on Tumblr. They have always interested me the most, for numerous reasons. I sometimes like to think they are the example of "she fell first, but he fell harder". It wasn't obvious they will become a couple in S1, but already then Riven was given a chance to face his demons which was intriguing to see since he's a secondary character after all, but it showed a side of him which then foretold his development later on in the series. In S2 they have a slow, gradual progression which ends with a dramatic, emotional kiss. In S3 and S4 they do have ups and downs which seem to stand out, and because of that people tend to focus very often on the downs. Unfortunately, the show's writing leaves a lot to be desired, and it did them dirty because I'm of the opinion that Musa should have realized she also needs to work on herself to ease the unnecessary tension in this relationship which more often that not stems from poor communication. Riven does have a substantial character development in S4, and I'd love Musa to grow too and understand that she could become an emotional sanctuary for him. If I were to try to sum up why I am particularly fond of them, it's because of this special depth and potential in their relation: two emotional wrecks with tough childhood and traumas subconsciously feel they would understand each other very well, but instead clash due to communication issues, and yet they crave each other and so should make an effort to understand each other better, in order to create a one of a kind, thriving relation. Of course I do have my headcanons which have an impact on my view of them, and I would write a lot of things differently (I constantly come up with something while rewatching). Anyway, watching a seemingly unadjusted couple becoming well-adjusted to each other over time is simply something that fascinates and satisfies me.

Aisha and Nabu - Another interesting one, and also not so obvious at the beginning. What makes them similar to Musa and Riven is that they also seem to have lonely and sad childhood. Single and happy throughout S2, Aisha was devastated to know she was supposed to end up in an arranged marriage with a guy she doesn't even know. At that time her animosity towards men is even more intense, and her relation with Nabu started... unpromisingly, because Nabu was spying on her. Of course the spying was without malicious intentions, because he wanted to see and learn something more about his future fiancee before approaching her, but that still left a poor first impression, especially because he was exposed in the public. As S3 goes on, Nabu turns out to be a trustworthy wizard who also eventually confesses to Aisha about his fleeing from Andros and reveals his real name, and admits how wrong it was to spy on Aisha. All of that makes her soften and she develops strong feelings for him. In S4 they don't stir unnecessary drama when it's revealed guys went to Earth to provide additional protection for Winx, but they cherish their time together to the fullest. I noticed that this relationship made Aisha go from being in masculine energy (S2/23) to more feminine energy (S4). I dare say that if it hadn't been for Nabu and if she had been single at the beginning of S4, I'm pretty sure she would have also lashed out at guys for "not trusting them that they're fine on their own". Instead, when guys arrive once again to help them, Aisha radiates pure joy and shouts "NABU! I'm so happy to see you again! (...) It's all good now that you're here!", which shows how much in love she's with him, and that she has no problem being dependent or receiving help from a guy anymore. They had quite a lot of screentime in S3 which made me attached to them, and in S4 they're the strongest ray of sunshine among all the couples in my opinion (I won't talk about how this relationship ended ;-;).

Stella and Brandon - Their S4 drama left a scar on my view on their relationship, but apart from that they're really precious and do have potential to be like Morticia and Gomez Addams, who are often referred to as couple goals. They are both flirtatious and deeply in love with each other. Stella doesn't give a fluff about Brandon's lower social status, and she's always happy to see him. In S2 she was dead serious about rescuing Brandon whatever and however long it took, while Sky (Brandon's best friend) didn't seem to be concerned about him at all... In S3 Brandon made her realize he and other people love her for who she is, not for her looks. There are probably more things I want to say about them, but can't remember them now, so let me just say that in my eyes they ooze an aura of lightness and authenticity which I guess is what makes them pleasant to watch.

Tecna and Timmy - Some say that the majority of Timmy's personality is centered around being Tecna's boyfriend, and I kinda agree with it, because again we know little to nothing about Timmy's background. Surely he has a lot of common with Tecna, and that's basically their passion towards IT, computers, logic, and all of that. We fortunately got some insight into how Timmy feels about Tecna when she was gone for a while, and Timmy's tearful confession about Tecna's being his best friend made my heart melt. While watching S4, I noticed Tecna softened a lot since she's with Timmy, and contrary to expectations, they are fine with public display of affection. I don't have a lot more to say about them, but I do think they are interesting: a serious, overly-logical tech geek meets an awkward, shy tech geek, and there we go, a relationship blooms. You could say that common passion brought them together.

Flora and Helia - These two are both very romantic and they match aesthetic-wise, but ngl due to little screentime, they are quite forgettable to me XD at one point I seriously forgot that Helia exists even though he already was Flora's boyfriend. That notwithstanding, I do like their first encounter which highlighted the fact that Flora noticed something about Helia's drawing which other people overlooked. She also gains her Charmix thanks to mustering enough courage to confess her attraction to him. But then again, Helia isn't much more than just Flora's boyfriend when you think about how the show is written, and as any other guy (maybe apart from Sky xD) deserves to have his background and personality explained more.

Bloom and Sky - Well, I think I'm just tired of them. In the series they have a lot of screentime (two first movies are basically centered around these two), but I feel like despite all the spotlight they got little development. I certainly don't like that Sky likes to invent problems and disappear out of the blue, ghosting Bloom and giving her emotional rollercoasters, while she acts naive and too forgiving towards him. I do find them overly sweet to my taste as well. They do have their good sides too, of course, (e.g. Sky does support Bloom a lot when she feels down, provided he's by her side at the moment), but in my eyes there is just too much of them.

And what's your ranking? Comment below!

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[epitomees]

Makoto toyed with his mp3 player. Aigis wasn't a human, but he wanted to get her something. Chocolates? He didn't really know what to do. He didn't want to offend her or something. So instead of chocolates, he decided to get her flowers. He wasn't very good with flowers, but Aigis seemed to like the color blue judging by her clothes. So he got her a bouquet of blue flowers. Why did he feel a little nervous?

With no words, he extends the flowers toward her. "Aigis.... These are yours..." A pause. "Happy white day..."

March's festivities mirrored much of the holiday everyone celebrated the previous month. An equally important, if not highly valued commemoration of an individual's confession reciprocated in their own appreciative way. Chocolates and other confectionary treats remained as the popular choice among most teenagers, with handmade cards, flowers, or other homemade presents provided as alternative options. At the end of the day these gestures were meant to express the person's admiration, and love, towards the receiver.

It was nice to be recognized as an important figure in a person's life every so often. A thoughtful gift given without asking, passing words of gratefulness and compassion, these little moments could impact someone so deeply they may never realize it until far too late.

Aigis didn't expect much to be given to her. She knew her significance towards her friends, but little surprises always managed to throw her off-kilter when she least anticipated. Makoto, somehow, accomplished this feat. Not just once, either. The bouquet was quite lovely, decorated with various flowers colored different shades of blues. Warm, summer sky blue. Nighttime navy blue. Deep, seafoam ocean blue.

They reminded her of the day she saw Makoto by the dock...

"...for me?" She took the offered gift in her hands carefully holding them with enough grip to secure them in her grasp. Such beautiful signs of life, growth, and natural beauty. "They are...wonderful." They matched her optics, as well. Could that be how Makoto knew she would enjoy these colors? Or perhaps it was due to his blue-themed appearance. "I am...not too familiar with flora language, but I am aware of the importance pertaining to the color blue." A quick adjustment had the flowers lay against her shoulder, one arm holding Makoto's gift while the other hand raised to gently touch her chest. "It is largely perceived to be a moody and sorrowful hue, but that is not entirely true. The color has deeper meanings to its origin such as freedom, inspiration, loyalty, sincerity, wisdom, and faith." Did he think of her in such ways?

"I am truly thankful to have you in my life, Makoto. It has been such a pleasure living with you all, and...I promise to take care of these flowers." She would think of him every time she looked at them. But first-

!!! Downloading 'how to take care of flowers guidebooks' !!!

#ic #Aigis #ochazos #White Day 2024 #((bit of a late response BUT A RESPONSE NONETHELESS!!! #blue flowers from one of her favorite blue boys <3 she is taking EXTRA SPECIAL care of those!))

[alto-tenure]

Give the people the ranlay fic list we need!

Chances are that, like, everyone's read these fics out of content starvation, but here are my personal favorites anyways.

Emotional mysteries by mangojuicee | T | past Layclaire | 12.8k

There is a day in every year where the Professor Hershel Layton acts odd. When his children begin to realize something is wrong, who better to call for help than the person who knows Hershel best; his best friend?

Reunion Tour by St4re4ter | M (for themes of suicide) | 22.5k

"You love a stone, because it's dark, and it's old, and if it could start being alive, you'd stop living alone." --- A re-write of the Miracle Mask ending with added characterization.

don't worry me (or hurry me) by leo_minor | G | 4k

Hershel sticks his head out of the window and into the night air. A quick glace down is enough to confirm his suspicions.“Most people would use the front door, you know ?” “Hersh,” Randall grins through chattering teeth, “you should know I’m not most people !”

A New Warmth by bihershel | T | <1k

When Hershel finds Randall struggling at 3 am , he decides to take care of him & confront his true feelings for him.

Testing Boundaries, Deepening Trust by miizure | T | 5k

After a messy afternoon outing, Randall decides that, what better way to get cleaned up faster would be to take a bath together? Of course, having never done this before, Hershel is slightly opposed to the idea at first, but after being assured that everything would be fine- possibly even fun- he agrees to it.

Silver Spoon by Vulpixi_Misa | G | 2.6k

Just two boys enjoying their youth, thinking about the future, and of course, there are puzzles.

The stars were made for falling by Cronch (Cronchycronch) | M (for themes of self-harm and discussed past sexual content) | 23.3k

“…I suppose I should start by saying this is a confession of sorts,” he finally spoke, sullen. And now it was Randall’s turn to excessively mull over some mysterious thought yet also empty out entirely at once. Confess? What could there be to confess? Something to confess, that burns on Hershel’s tongue with so much trouble that he is in such a state to say it? “A confession to what, may I ask?” Randall pried. Hershel looked him straight in the eye, visage deadpan. “My crimes I’ve been covering up for about twenty years.” — A few months after the Masked Gentleman’s last miracle was stopped, Hershel’s love for Randall has resurfaced and he pays a visit to his old friend to finally confess. A much needed conversation about their feelings and values ensues as they drink half a bottle of wine in the slowest, most pretentious and most drawn-out reunion ever. Or, an analysis of Hershel’s trauma from being a bisexual man in the 1960s.

Give me your hand (Because I will gladly take it) by MagicWhiskers_29 | G | 10.2k

Two times, 18 years apart but achingly familiar, that Randall and Hershel were there for each other.

I'm Tired of This Searching (Would You Let Me Go?) by ScarletHoneyBee | T | 1.2k

Something triggers Hershel into a dissociative episode. Randall has to bring him back, and convince him that he’s not dead.

Off to a slightly-less-perilous adventure! by MagicWhiskers_29 | G | 18.8k

Randall's all set to be in Craggy Dale for the weekend until it becomes clear that no one will actually be able to take him down there. Well, no one except for Hershel, and that means an adventure down from London! Flora's not one to turn that prospect down, so she tags along too.

Woodlouse by qwertycake | G | 1.3k

Hershel and Randall try to make a treehouse. Try to.

Case 00: Sums of the Father by Toofpaste | G | 4.2k (ongoing)

The Layton Detective Agency thought today would bring no clients. But a special surprise visit from a familiar face brings them to Monte d'Or for a peculiar case.

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