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sonamytrash · 1 month

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Distraction

AN: Based after the female titan arc where Levi injures his leg. Cute lil nurse reader and Levi come to terms with their mutual feelings after the scouts suffer such heavy losses. Smutty smut smut galore, enjoy! Divider by @cafekitsune

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader, Levi x Nurse reader

Warnings: Sex, little bit of angst, mostly smut, handjob, fingering, sex, vaginal sex, female anatomy described, mutual pining, orgasm, creampie, dirty talk, Levi's office chair is humanities strongest chair, not proof read.

Levi sat at his desk, one hand propped up under his chin as he stared out the window, watching the rain patter against the glass. Levi ackerman's office was as austere as he was. It was a space that invited solitude, a retreat from the chaos of the world outside. And yet, even in this sterile environment, there was a certain air of... anticipation. A spark of life that Levi had not felt in a long time. He could feel it crackling in the air, dancing on the tips of his fingers, and whispering his name. It was not the wind, nor was it the rain that had been pounding against his window for hours. It was you. You were coming.

You were a welcome distraction from the current stres and grief he was plagued with these past few weeks. The gorgeous nurse with the sweet voice, gorgeous figure, and big doe eyes. He found himself looking forward to your visits amongst the chaos.

Levi couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been admiring you for. It seemed like every time you had to patch up any injuries or wounds, his gaze would unconsciously gravitate towards you. You were a beautiful woman with an alluring personality. He settled on the thought that he had been drawn to you for as long as he could remember.

Over the years, your relationship has evolved from one of a patient and nurse, to something more complicated. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew it went beyond professional.

His thoughts drifted back to the last mission. His entire squad had been wiped out, amongst hundreds of others, and he was lucky to have made it back with just an injured leg. The memories of that day replaying themselves in a macabre loop in his mind.

He couldn't help but wonder how you would feel if he didn't make it back alive. Would you mourn his loss? Would you remember him as more than just another injured soldier you had tended to? The thought both terrified and thrilled him.

Levi leaned back in his chair and surveyed his office once more. The door was slightly ajar, and the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hallway outside. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart, and straightened his posture. This was Levi ackerman, after all. He wasn't the type to get flustered or nervous. But he couldn't deny the butterflies in his stomach or the heat that had spread to his cheeks.

The footsteps grew louder, and then there was a gentle knock on his door. His heart leapt into his throat. "Come in," he croaked, his voice sounding strange and distant even to his own ears. The door opened, revealing a vision of loveliness that took his breath away.

"Good afternoon, Levi," you said, "I'm here to check up on that leg of yours." Your voice was as alluring as ever, like honey dripping from the tongue of an angel. You glanced briefly at his injured limb before looking back up at him. Even that simple action made him feel a strange fluttering in his chest.

As you walked over to him, your movements were fluid and graceful. Levi tore his gaze away from your curves and back to your face, not wanting to seem rude. You knelt down beside his chair, your eyes meeting his once more. "How's the pain been?" You asked, your voice low and soothing.

Levi swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "It's... bearable," he managed to say. "Better than it was, at least." You nodded, studying him carefully. He felt self-conscious under your scrutiny, as if you could see right through him, as if you could read his mind that was plagued with desire and by thoughts of you.

You reached out your hand, your slender fingers gracefully curving over his knee. The contact sent a jolt of awareness through him, making his breath hitch in his throat. "I'll just take a look," you murmured, your voice low and soothing. Your touch was gentle but firm as you began to probe at his leg, feeling along the muscles and bones.

Levi closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of your hands on his skin rather than the way your body brushed against his chair. It had been so long since he'd felt anything like this, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have you in the way he desired most.

"And how have you been, Captain?" You ask him, trying to initiate conversation sensing his tense body language.

He shrugged, looking away momentarily. "Oh, you know. Bored out of my mind. Nothing new." You giggle at his comment, and he felt the heat in his cheeks growing more intense at the adorable sound, his expression softening. "Is there anything I can tell you about the state of my leg that you don't already know?" He asks teasingly.

"It's healing nicely. You're making excellent progress." Your voice was soft and reassuring, "but I do want you to take it easy for a little while longer. No strenuous activity, alright? Or else." Your fingers danced over his knee again to examine the proximal area of his leg, sending shivers up his spine. He chuckles. "Or else what?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You smirk playfully in response, "or else I'll come for you, I don't care if you're humanities strongest soldier." You pout playfully, trying to hide the fear in your eyes, thoughts of how he only narrowly returned from the recent scouting mission. "I'll come and find you and drag you back here myself." You said sternly. "Understood?." You ask, meeting his gaze, his lips curve almost into a smile, that answers his earlier question. Your face was etched with concern, concern for his wellbeing. Because if one day he didn’t come back, your heart would break.

You continued your examination, your fingers moving higher up his thigh. Levi's heart raced, and he could feel himself growing harder beneath his uniform. He tried to focus on something else, but it was impossible not to notice the way your breasts pressed against your uniform whenever you leaned forward.

"Though I do think you're ready for some light exercise," you said, your voice still soft. "Just to keep the blood flowing and help with the healing process." You paused, looking up at him with those eyes, those fucking eyes. "And," you added with a mischievous grin, "to make sure you don't get too bored sitting around all day."

"Well," he said, his voice slightly unsteady, "What did you have in mind?" He forced himself to meet your gaze, hoping his expression conveyed the interest and attraction he was feeling.

You paused your examination, hands resting gently on his thigh. Levi felt your eyes flicker down to where his uniform was straining, and he couldn't help but blush hotter, you had noticed. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't bring himself to break eye contact with you. There was something in your gaze that made him feel both vulnerable and strangely aroused.

"I see you're feeling a little warmer over here," you murmured, your voice low and teasing. Your thumbs slowly brushed against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. He could feel the heat rising in his face, and his breath came faster as you continued to touch him.

"That's understandable, considering the circumstances." Your thumbs traced light circles over his hardness, and Levi gasped, arching into your touch. You smiled at his reaction, your eyes glinting with mischief.

"But you shouldn't feel embarrassed." You continued, your hand palmed harder along his length, and Levi bit back a moan.

You smiled, eyes never leaving his as you lifted yourself to his level. You leaned closer, your breath warm against his ear. "I could help you feel better," you whispered. "If you'd like." Your hand slipped around to cup his groin, your thumb pressing against the tip of his erection.

"Fuck," Levi moaned, unable to contain the sound as pleasure coursed through him. He arched his back, pressing further into your touch. "Yes," he managed to croak. "Please."

With practised ease, you undid the buttons of his uniform, revealing his chest. Your touch was gentle but firm as you guided his shirt off, tossing it aside. His skin was warm and smooth beneath your fingers, and you revelled in the feel of him beneath your touch.

"You've been such a good patient," you continued, your voice a husky whisper. "I think it's only fair that I reward you."

Levi arched into your touch, a hiss escaping his mouth. He wanted more. He needed more. He reached up, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling you closer still, their lips mere inches apart.

"And you've been such a patient girl, waiting for me to come back in one piece all those times, patching me up each and every time. I'm sorry I've made you worry. It only seems fair that I return the favour...." He says, mimicking your words seductively with a tenderness you had never heard from him before.

You smile as you lean in, your lips brushing against his. The kiss was tentative at first, a mere flutter of your lips against each other. But as your tongues met and explored the depths of each other's mouths, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate

You leaned forward, your breasts brushing against his chest as you reached down to unfasten his pants. With practiced efficiency, you slid them off, taking his boxer briefs with them. Levi was left bare before you, his erection standing proudly, leaking pre-cum. You couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of his body, the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin. His gorgeous cock that had just the right amount of length and girth.

You watched him with a mixture of lust and tenderness, your eyes tracing the lines of his face and body. The way he responded to your touch made your heart race, the feel of his skin beneath your fingertips and the sound of his pleasure echoing in the quiet room.

You fingers tracing a circle around the head of his cock before wrapping your hand around him, stroking him slowly and gently. He arched his back, pressing into your hand, moaning softly. His hips began to move of their own accord, seeking release. Your expert touch sending waves of pleasure through him. Your fingers tightened around him as you began to stroke him faster. Levi groaned into the kiss, his hips bucking upward. "Y/n" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want you." He breathed. You smirked at his words as you straddled him in his seat, careful not to put too much of your weight on his injured leg.

"You have me, you've always had me, Levi." you whispered, your lips finding his neck. Your tongue darted out, tracing a line along his pulse point.

Levi growled in response, arching his back further into your touch. He wrapped his arms around you tightly as he kissed you again, your tongues tangling in a desperate dance. He felt your other hand against his chest, your nails digging into his skin, leaving little trails of pleasure and pain. The sensation only served to heighten his arousal, making him harder and hotter than ever.

You moaned into the kiss, your body moving in perfect synchronicity with his. Your hips now rocked against his, grinding against the thick ridge of his erection. You felt the warmth of him, the need in every thrust of his hips.

Levi's hands were everywhere, tracing lines of desire over your skin, his fingers leaving trails of heat in their wake. He nipped at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine, and then soothed the sting with a tender kiss. You arched your back, pressing your chest flush against his, your breasts crushed against his muscled chest.

"Take off your clothes," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "Show me everything." There he was. The assertive, forward and absolutely fucking irresistible Captain Levi.

You felt your heart race as you gazed into his lustful eyes, your cheeks flushed, biting your bottom lip. Slowly, you reached up to undo the buttons of your blouse, revealing the underwear you wore beneath. You pulled the fabric off, letting it fall to the floor before he reached behind you and unclipped your bra. Your breasts, rosy and firm, were now on display, "Fuck." He groaned.

Levi's eyes never left your body as you continue to undress, his gaze traveling up and down, drinking in every inch of you. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out to brush a thumb over your nipple, and you arched into the touch, a moan escaping your lips.

You began to undo the button of your pants, your hearts racing in anticipation. You pushed them down over your hips with your underwear, revealing all of your body. Levi's eyes darkened at the sight of you, and he reached out to touch you again, tracing a line down your stomach, over your mound, and finally to the center, where you were dripping wet for him.

Your breath hitched as his fingers made contact, and you arched your back. You whimpered his name, pressing yourself against his touch. His other hand moved to cup your bottom, lifting you up so that you were positioned over him.

"You're so wet for me," he growled, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock." He spread your wetness with his fingers, teasing your entrance, before finally slipping one inside.

As his fingers found their way inside you, you gasped, he cupped you, his thumb brushing against your clit,

"Oh, fuck," you moaned, your hips moving in time with his hand. The sensation of being filled by his fingers was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You felt yourself growing wetter, hotter, as he thrust his fingers deeper, curling them to hit just the right spot.

"You're so fucking tight," Levi groaned, his voice thick with desire. His fingers found your entrance again, slipping and sliding as they prepared your body for him. "L-levi," you moaned. He smiled against your skin, his free hand pinching and tracing lazy circles around your nipple. "That's it," he murmured. "Let me hear you." His other hand continued to work on your pussy, his fingers finding a rhythm that made you writhe and cry out.

He moved his fingers faster, harder, as he watched your face contort with pleasure. Your breasts heaved with each ragged breath, your nipples hard and begging for his attention. He took one between his lips, sucking gently before biting down softly, causing you to cry out his name again.

"Oh God, Levi," you moaned, your voice strained. Your inner walls clenched tight around his fingers, milking his touch, and he could feel your orgasm coursing through you. He increased the pressure on your clit, rubbing it in circles, his fingers still working you, slowly easing the intensity of the sensations.

He gently parted you r legs with his fingers, revealing your wetness to his gaze. "You're so beautiful," he murmured again, his voice low and husky. "So hot and ready for me."

You shuddered, your body still quivering from the intensity of your orgasm. You looked into Levi's eyes, your faces mere inches apart, "More," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He smirked at your words, "What was that? I couldn't hear you." He said teasingly.

You felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable with Levi looking at you like that, but it was also the most arousing thing you had ever experienced. His words sent a shiver of desire through you. "Please," you whispered, your hips moving in time with his hand. "I need you inside me, Levi."

Levi smiled, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched you respond to his touch. He withdrew his fingers from between your legs, only to grip your hips and pull you closer. His erection pressed against you, hot and hard.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice gruff with lust. You nodded, eyes locked on his, your fingers digging into his shoulders. With a groan, he positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed his length inside. You met his movements and lowered yourself onto him. Your body tightened around him, greedy for his cock and he let out a shuddering breath as he felt your heat engulf him.

"Fuck, you're greedy little pussy is sucking me right in." He says through gritted teeth. Trying not to cum there and then. You whimper at his words as he stretches you "I can't help it Levi," You say breathlessly "It feels so good."

He began to move, slowly at first, his hips meeting yours in a steady rhythm as you adjusted to each other. You arched your back, as you felt him filling you, stretching you in ways you hadn't even known were possible. You moaned his name, nails gripping his shoulders.

Levi's movements grew more assured, his body aligned with yours in perfect harmony. The sounds of your skin slapping together filled the room, a primal symphony of desire. You were so wet, so tight, it was almost painful for him to hold back any longer.

Your face was flushed with desire, as you surrendered to the sensation of being taken by him. Your breasts bounced against his chest, hips meeting his thrusts with a desperation that threatened to unravel him. You moved against him with a ferocity that both aroused and terrified him. He was lost in the feel and the taste of you, the sound of your moans filling the air. He gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your soft flesh in an attempt to steady you as he felt the familiar tugging deep in his core.

He gripped your waist tighter, feeling the muscles in your abdomen tensing and releasing as you rode him. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you tried to find purchase, to draw him deeper inside of you.

Your lips parted in a smile of pure pleasure, the way you moved against him, the sounds you made, the way you arched your back and cried out his name—it was all driving him closer to the edge.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, leaving tiny half-moons of red in their wake. He could feel you tightening around him, youer muscles tensing and releasing, your body moving in perfect harmony with his.

He could feel the heat emanating from you, the wetness that coated his fingers as he reached down and stroked your clit and your hips bucked harder against him in response to the stimulation.

"You're so fucking wet," he groaned, his voice raw with need. "I can feel you dripping onto my cock. You're killing me, baby." He thrust upwards harder, deeper, feeling you inner muscles clench and release around him in perfect rhythm. Your hips bucked wildly against him, urging him to continue.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "Your tight little cunt... It's like you were made for me." He thrust harder, faster, his cock sliding in and out of your wetness. Your breasts bounced with each movement, your nipples hard and aching for his touch.

"You're so big, Levi," you moaned, your voice low and throaty. "Your cock is making me loose my mind." You mewled. His cock throbbed within you at your words, filling every inch of your tight, wet warmth.

"You feel so good," you moaned, your voice thick with desire. "I can't believe how much I love your cock."

"God, you're so filthy," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "I love how much you want this." Your dirty little moans sent a shiver down his spine. Your hips began to move faster, your body undulating in a rhythm that was both primal and irresistible.

"Oh god, yes!" You cried out, your voice breaking. "Don't stop!" You begged him, he bucked his hips up, thrusting deeper inside of you, kissing your cervix with his cock. Your movements growing more urgent. He knew you were close.

"Fuck, that's it," he groaned, his hips thrusting harder as he continued to play with your clit. Your body trembled above him, your pleasure building to a fever pitch. He watched your face contort in ecstasy, eyes rolling back into your head as you came undone.

"Yes," you moaned. "Levi, I'm going to... I'm going to..." Your voice trailed off as your body gave in to the sensations washing over you. With a force that took him by surprise, your muscles contracting powerfully around him, your juices pudling where your bodies were connected, cries of pleasure filled the room as you came.

Levi felt your body tense, the muscles of your core grip him tightly, and with a final, powerful thrust, he cried out your name as he came, his hips bucking wildly, his cock pulsing deep inside you. You arched your back as you met his thrusts, your body shuddering with the force of your own orgasm.

Your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other. His cock twitched inside you as he emptied himself into your cunt. You leaned forward, your forehead resting against his, your chests rising and falling in unison as you both fought to catch your breath. Your eyes were wide and glassy with desire, lips parted in a soft, satisfied smile.

He traced a finger along your jawline, tracing the outline of your lips before cupping your face in his hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay alive." he said, looking into your eyes. "I promise, even if I'm not in one piece, I'll come back to you, always."

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loresona · 5 months

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My Love Mine All Mine

Inspired by that one Mitski song, obviously. Just under 1k words of mushy loveliness, silly pirate doctor has me in a chokehold.

law x fem reader, somewhat smutty

His skin sticks to yours like warm sugar, entirely too much of a feeling as his thrusts grow deeper and then still all at once. His breath is hot and heavy against the shell of your ear, whimpers and groans dancing across the baby hairs on the edge of your hairline, a shaky hand smoothing all the way up from your thigh to your breasts, an affectionate squeeze where he deems necessary. There’s a distinct ache between your thighs but it’s not the worst feeling in the world, you think to yourself, feeling warm and full even after he’s slipped himself out of you, hands tenderly manipulating your legs off his shoulders.

You sink, boneless, into the mattress, like a stone through water as you feel the springs and sheets shift around you as he gets up and slinks off somewhere for something. You don’t pay it much mind, not until a small draft dances across your bare stomach and you mumble for him needily, childishly. He somehow hears you from the bathroom and saunters back in with an amused but soothing “I’m coming don’t worry, I’m here” and then the mattress shifts again, and your view of the ceiling is interrupted by shaggy black hair, pale sharp eyes, a crooked grin. Gold earrings catch the light of the lampshade and twinkle just at the crook of his jawline like orb-like fairies, dancing in and out of your vision as he moves until he’s leaning over you on one arm, the other holding a warm cloth.

Said fabric finds its way between your legs and you hiss at the contact, grumbles that turn into almost-purrs when a free hand strokes through your hair softly, a pair of lips kissing and mumbling against your temple. He’s unusually amusable after sex, almost silly. “You come here often?” paired with a flash of teeth and dimples as his hands clean you up, whipping a storm of red onto your cheeks as you push at his chest with a hand half-heartedly. He giggles, giggles, but relents, tossing the cloth over his shoulder and replacing it with a cool glass of water, forever the caretaker. “At least half please, then I’m all yours”.

You do as he says, because how could you not, with his imperfect-perfect skin and his tattoos and his smile that’s as rare as rubies, and he rewards you with a gentle peck on the lips as he sets the glass on the side and nestles amongst the covers, dragging you down willingly with him. You start off with your back against his chest, arms looped around your middle as small, lingering kisses are planted along your shoulder, your arm, your neck. The praise, God. “You doing okay?” “You did so good” “So perfect” “All mine”. You could get off from his voice alone. The thought enters your mind, and you press your behind against him, feeling him tense and huff a laugh / groan against your neck. “There’s no way either of us are making it through round two” his voice is scratchy, deep and it only eggs you on, but before he can be convinced, he cuts the temptation off at the source and flips you so you’re chest to chest, an amused frown on his face as he kisses you all over before shoving your face against his collarbone. “Sleep, before you kill me off”.

No one would’ve believed it if they saw it: the Surgeon of Death, ex-warlord and member of the worst generation, cradling a woman in his arms so gently it was as if she was made of glass. Murmuring ludicrously romantic things against and into crevices of skin, a smile on his face so content you’d think him the luckiest man alive.

-loresona

update: I posted this on my ao3 as well, under the same username loresona! and added a little bit of extra ending to it for funsies <3

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alexiethymia · 5 months

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a flower by any other name would taste as poisonous

A butterfly flaps its wings and a hurricane happens in a far-off place.

In this case an old eunuch decides to take a different route from his usual one. It takes him by the Garnet Palace, where he’s just in time to stop a loving attendant from feeding an infant a spoonful of honey. Sufficiently warned, the attendant never bears the crushing weight of guilt for the rest of her life.

The infant still dies though. It’s nothing surprising. Infants before a certain age would always be vulnerable and susceptible to natural illnesses. It is no one’s fault.

If the child still died though, what did this change? Surprisingly, a lot.

Eight years later a boy is crying after having a favorite toy taken from him once again.

A girl, merely a year younger than him, asks him in a dispassionate tone where it hurts.

Startled, the boy stops crying. Eyes shining, he looks at this girl who resembles a wood sorrel and decides she’s his new favorite.

How is it that those two seemingly random encounters could lead to this particular scene, one resembling a painting?

On one side, an existence like a celestial nymph, voice of sweet honey, a beauty that could topple nations if he so wished.

One would think that no one could compare, and yet the beauty on the other side was not overshadowed. She was a vision no less stunning for she was once known as a top courtesan of the pleasure district.

It was perhaps fortunate that no one was a witness to this display for no one could hope to count how many hapless victims would be felled by such visions of loveliness.

As to what these beauties were doing, no one could have guessed for in between them stood a single Go board.

tap

“I must admit that while I was expecting a visit from his Imperial highness soon, I didn’t think it would be for this.”

The celestial nymph flushed.

“Apologies for taking some of your precious time, Feng Xian-dono.”

tap

The unfettered beauty took her time deciding her next move. The man who was also called Jinshi did not fool himself into thinking it was because he was a worthy opponent. Although he was used to using his excellent looks as a weapon, why is it that before this woman he felt as if he were merely a mouse being played with? A finely sculpted brow conveyed enough with one gesture. He felt as if he were playing two games at the same time.

“And? What is so important that the Prince of the Moon felt the need to risk Lakan’s wrath to come here? Why, you even roped Lahan into this plan of yours.” The cold beauty didn’t smile but he had a sense that she was amused.

Jinshi wondered. Did he rope Lahan or did that miser rope him? It didn’t matter. Shaking his head, he hoped he was equally composed when he answered, “I must admit it was that esteemed personage’s recommendation that sent me your way. Aside from him, only you could fight on equal ground with our honored strategist.”

tap

Seemingly bored but only just, such that she could not be accused of disrespecting him, his opponent continued her queries, “And? Surely, you don’t hope to best that girl at a game of Go? She has utterly no interest at the game. It’s a wonder if she takes after us at all. I often wonder how she came to be so uncute, though of course Lakan would disagree.”

Jinshi would as well. Or to be more accurate, he both agreed and disagreed. While that girl was often distant, on the whole he could not help but find her adorable.

And from the shadow of a smile he could spy on his opponent’s face, he gathered that she was much the same, and could only dote on her daughter in this roundabout way. Although parent and child both claimed no similarity, he thought in this manner you could not doubt their familial tie.

Likewise with her father, though she only had disdain for the man (not that it would stop that eccentric’s entreaties to be called Papa from happening, thought Jinshi with a shiver). He’ll leave it up to Gaoshun to commiserate.

That wary cat only showed affection for her honored grand uncle. In much the same way, as much as she protested, she and her sire were a lot alike. There was also their utter disinterest in anyone ordinary and unexceptional.

Like him.

Any other family would have accepted just by virtue of who he was. But it mattered not to this particular family who cared not for prestige or power. This family was content to keep to itself and occupied with its members’ various obsessions. Rather than consider it an honor to be connected to the noble line of the rulers of this nation, Jinshi thought that Lakan rather saw him as some annoying fly.

And for that annoying fly to not only buzz around his beloved daughter but also to dare be in the proximity of his beloved wife, the only two people that eccentric fawned over and adored with all his heart, ah surely this was a perilous gamble indeed.

But for an ordinary person like Jinshi, no Ka Zui Getsu, this was the only thing he could do.

Ironic that when he wanted it most, he could not rely on this excellent appearance of his, the only thing extraordinary about him. This family cared not a whit for that. At first he had wondered why that apothecary continued to be unaffected by him, but to have someone like this for a mother, he realizes she must have already been bored by the sight. (She had actually scoffed at him after they had seen each other once again in the rear palace.)

It left him scrambling, but also strangely relieved.

“It’s not that I want to best her. At most I hope to be on equal footing.” Slightly abashed, he shakes his head. “In truth, it is our honored strategist whom I wish to have a match with. Though it may be impossible, the Sage tells me my best hope lie with the only person to have bested the Grand Commandant more times than even him.”

Seemingly intrigued if the slight lifting of one brow indicated such, the once courtesan inquired, “Oh? And to what end if I may ask?”

How to answer.

Grappling with something in himself, Jinshi finally admitted, “Merely to be acknowledged, I suppose. To be seen and recognized.”

To be accepted.

By whom, his companion seemed content not to ask if the curl of her mouth was any indication.

Maomao had often complained (though she would deny it with a blank look if asked) in a bland tone that she thought she must surely be adopted by the one she called father, for surely she had no resemblance to this beauty in front of him. Chicken bones she called herself. (Incidentally, she was adamant that she was not ugly enough to be related to the fox. She was, in her own view, perfectly normal. Jinshi almost spat out his tea upon hearing this if only it wasn’t unbefitting his station.)

But seeing what could pass for an amused look on this normally expressionless face, Jinshi for the first time in front of another great beauty, blushed for he could only see traces of the one he yearned for in this visage.

Truly, they were mother and daughter indeed.

He was caught in a daydream of a scene years into the future, with Maomao dressed in such finery, of when he could finally lavish her with all his attentions as he pleased.

tap

The harsh clack of the Go stones brought him back from his musings and his attention onto the board. Upon seeing how he was completely dominated, he let out a deep sigh.

“A long way to go, your highness.”

As if echoing his thoughts, an imperious voice declared his resounding defeat. If not for the twinkle in her eye he could detect, he would no doubt feel as if he was not even worth the heel of her shoe, never mind that he was the current Imperial heir. Distantly, he wonders if this was the sight that bewitched and entrapped that eccentric so long ago.

Privately laughing at his own folly, he decides he was no better for it was the same look from that tiny wood sorrel that sealed his fate. Flowers could heal, but they could also be poisonous. He knew better than most. No matter. Regardless of the outcome, he would swallow her whole.

Truly there was a long way to go before he could turn that dream into anything close to reality. He doesn’t mind tasting defeat again and again for the chance of victory one day.

Once more, he resets the board.

notes:

Jinshi and the Imperial brother are still switched at birth so he still doesn’t know who he really is.

The imperial brother still dies in infancy but not so soon after his birth. Since Luomen manages to stop the honey incident, the tragedy with Aduo’s head maidservant doesn’t happen later on. He doesn’t get punished nor does he get driven out.

Because he doesn’t get driven out, Lakan isn’t pressured into a military expedition to reclaim the honor of the family. He manages to redeem Feng Xian immediately.

Lakan still somehow ends up the head since his younger brother doesn’t really see himself suited to the position. He still ends up taking the headship from his father probably because Feng Xian was insulted or something and he wants to spoil her. His father and sister-in-law probably still end up leaving on their own like in the original timeline rather than being driven away. One way or another, Maomao, Rahan and Rahan-nii end up being raised together.

Maomao is still the same. Sure, she’s raised as a noble lady but she still spends half of her life at the pleasure district with Feng Xian, her sisters and penny-pinching granny. I doubt Lakan would stop them since this isn’t a conventional family after all.

Luomen probably sneaks in town undercover to still be an apothecary for those who might need it most, with Maomao accompanying him.

Since Maomao is raised as a noble, one way or another she ends up as Jinshi’s playmate. Of course, Jinshi still ends up attached. And of course Lakan puts a stop to it as soon as he can. It doesn’t have anything to do with any political maneuvering. He’s just an overprotective papa.

Maomao still ends up in the rear palace, this time as Luomen’s apprentice so of course she ends up crossing paths with Jinshi once again when they’re older.

And so the adventures of the young prince and apothecary still continue, fates still intertwined.

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bruisedboys · 8 months

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hello!! can I request the prompt “2o﹕ sender lifts receiver's chin , invoking eye contact .” with remus lupin? maybe a hurt/comfort where reader is having a panic attack and he helps calm her down?

thank you so much for the request lovely! ik this isn’t how everyone experiences panic attacks but this is how I’ve experienced something of the sort! I’d have loved to have a remus to help me through it <33

cw post-panic attack, anxiety + anxiety related nausea, mentions of r throwing up but she doesn’t actually!!

remus lupin x fem!reader

You don’t know when the nausea started but now it won’t stop. The anxiety has ebbed now but you still feel sick to your stomach. It’s that awful, dizzying feeling that won’t go away no matter how many times you try to swallow it down. You sit by yourself on one of the rows airport chairs, a family of foreigners to your right that you barely notice. Fake black leather sticks to your thighs. You clench the cold metal chair arm hard in order to feel something other than mind-numbing nausea.

Remus has gone to look for somewhere that sells bottled water. You’re pretty sure your flight leaves any minute now. You don’t know if you’ll make it but that’s the least of your worries right now.

“Hey.”

A pair of long legs appear in your field of vision. Brown corduroy pants and black doc martens. Remus, you think in relief. His hand finds your cheek, thumb sliding under your jaw, his ring warm on your skin. He tilts you up carefully to look at him.

You’re sure you look a mess but he meets your eyes and smiles like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. “Hey,” he says again. “Still feeling awful?”

You nod, swallowing hard. You’re afraid if you open your mouth you’ll throw up your guts. You’d hate that even more than whatever this is.

Remus crouches down so he’s at eye level with you, hand steady and warm on your cheek. He pulls your face down with him.

“Poor girl,” he murmurs, fingers pushing behind your ear and into your hair. “Hey, I got you some water. Do you think you can drink?”

You want to drink but you don’t know if you can. You nod anyway because your lovely boyfriend has gone and bought it for you. Said boyfriend smiles at you kindly.

“Good,” he says, pulling his hand away from your face. He reaches into his tote and pulls out a water bottle, unscrewing the lid before holding it out to you. “Here you go, lovely.”

You take the bottle from him and have a small sip. It’s splendidly cold and almost immediately makes you feel a little better. You take another sip, your chest feeling less and less tight by the second.

Remus takes the bottle when you’re done. You’ve barely had any but it’s a start, at least. He screws the lid on loosely and puts his other hand on your knee. “Any better?”

You nod. “Yeah. Yeah, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Remus squeezes your knee. He’s got worry written all over his face but you can tell he’s trying to hide it. Which is somehow lovelier than the fact that he’s so worried about you. “Still feel like you can’t breathe?”

Earlier, your chest had been so tight and your mind so full of anxieties that you hadn’t been able to breathe properly. After that the nausea took the lead. But you’re much better now.

“No,” you shake your head. “No, I’m okay now.”

“You sure?”

You smile as best you can. It’s not hard when you love Remus so much. “I think so.”

Remus smiles at you, all slow and pretty like a sunrise, warming you from the inside out. He takes your face in his hand again, large palm warm on your cheek.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, sliding his hand behind your neck and pulling you into him. You go without complaint, falling into his chest with ease, letting him wrap his arm around your neck and the other curling around your back.

You breathe his scent in, bergamot and coffee grounds, citrus laundry detergent and a hint of your shampoo. You don’t know how long he holds you, but eventually you feel better enough to get your arms around him and whisper a ‘thank you.’

Remus kisses the side of your head and rubs your back. “You’re welcome, lovely.”

A few minutes later there’s an announcement over the speakers that your flight has been delayed a half hour. For once you’re happy for the news — it means you can stay in Remus’ arms for a little longer.

#★ mal writes!#5k celebration #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fic #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin x you #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin imagines #remus lupin drabbles #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader fluff #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader

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truetogaia · 1 year

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Counting stars

pairing: tsu’tey x omaticaya!reader

genre: fluff

notes: suffering from tsu’tey brain rot and i was scanning tumblr for a really short fluff fic but i couldn’t find one, so i wrote a tiny drabble for my own enjoyment instead!! Thought I could share it here too in case anyone is ever in need of one ♡

His features were relaxed, and clouds could not compare to the softness in his eyes as his gaze fixated on you. You were sprawled out on top of him, soft cheek pressed against his firm chest, breathing slowly, slumbering.

He tried his best to be as still as possible. The last thing he wanted was to wake you, you had encountered troubles with sleep for a few days now, and you had finally managed to doze off in the shadows of the tree at your spot.

Tsu’tey traced your stripes of a deeper blue complexion, embedding their pattern and placements into his memory. He counted the illuminating spots on your arms, back, and shoulders like the stars in the sky, smiling to himself when they twinkled in the shade.

Nobody had ever seen him like this, this side of him was strictly reserved for your eyes only. He felt as if he could be himself around you, without having to put up a structured facade or stash away his emotions. You accepted him for who he was, for what he was. He could see it in your eyes. They told of the feelings embedded deep within your soul. Your eyes never failed to carry excitement as you caught sight of him in a crowd, no matter how many times you had encountered each other that day, and the love adorning them never faltered as your gaze wandered to him repeatedly as soon as he was in your field of vision.

Your face always lit up as soon as your eyes caught his, he truly felt as if there was nothing lovelier than you. Nothing could compare to your beauty, your wits, your personality, your humor, nothing could ever come within a close proximity of you. Not even Eywa herself.

You stirred awake, raising your head. You looked around deliriously, eyes still fogged over from your previous nap. You caught sight of your mate’s eyes on you, a warm smile spreading across your face as you reached up to softly brushed your fingers against his cheek. He returned the action, cradling your face.

“Nga yawne lu oer, y/n.” Your smile widened at his affirming words. He brought your face closer to his, pressing a loving kiss to your rich lips, reveling in the way you tasted.

When you parted, your foreheads pressed lightly against each other. You closed your eyes, appreciating the quiet, intimate moment the two of you shared, before you had to go back to the ruckus of being Olo’eyktan and Tsahik.

“Nga yawne lu oer, Tsu’tey. Oel ngati kameie.”

#tsu’tey x reader #tsu'tey x reader #tsu’tey #tsu'tey #avatar tsu'tey #tsu'tey fic #tsu'tey fluff #tsu'tey x you #tsu'tey x y/n #tsu'tey fanfiction #avatar 2009 #james cameron avatar #avatar pandora #avatar twow #avatar fanfiction #avatar way of water #avatar x you #avatar x reader #tsu'tey x fem reader

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sky-kiss · 5 months

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FOR PROMPT 8 INTELLIGENCE TAV WHO BELIEVES RAPHAEL IS A FAE CONTINUATION WITH TAV BELIEVING THEIR KIDS WILL BE HAGSPAWN!

A/N: I…I just. Anon, I can’t. Anon, you can’t. A HAGSPAWN? TAV WOULD HAVE TO BE A HAG. She can’t…anon, does she think she’s a hag?! ANON, GET BACK HERE.

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He has reached a personal low.

Raphael folds his hands over his belly, lips pursed to a tight line. The cambion stares up at the ceiling. His body is deliciously boneless, still flush from pleasure. It was, in truth, one of the more satisfying carnal experiences he's enjoyed in these past few centuries…

…but, oh, the cost. Raphael feels sullied.

The particulars continue to baffle him. Tav had come knocking on his door in the early evening, a vision of loveliness. The evening sun caught in her hair, so deliciously alive, so absurdly free. Only she had the irritating habit of opening her mouth. And any and every word brought the illusion crashing down like a sack of lead weights.

Kissing her was a mixture of self-preservation and festering irritation. Tav crawled under his skin, saying every inane thought that popped into her empty little head, and he needed silence. So he'd kissed her.

And kept kissing her.

And kept kissing her. And wonder of wonders, the sounds she made in the throes of passion were actually worth hearing. It's only now, the afterglow fading, that Raphael realizes the enormity of his mistake.

Tav slips from the bed like a shadow, movements graceful. She moves from the bedchamber to the pool. The sound of water gently lapping around her form is curious enough for him to follow her. Raphael leans in the doorway, watching her clean between her legs. More forward-thinking and responsible than he expected.

The cambion grins, pitching his voice low. "Regrets already, little mouse?"

"Hmm?" She turns to look at him, expression brightening. Tav shakes her head. "No, just… it's not the time. No reason to risk it."

The phrasing causes an uncomfortable tightening in his belly. 'Not the time' suggested there would be a time later.

Raphael hums, pushing from his perch to join her in the bath. He pats his knee. Tav goes to him without hesitation, arms winding around his neck. Her gravity remains undiminished. The cambion chucks her under the chin. "Afraid I'd whisk the babe away to the Unseelie court, hmm?"

He has not managed to shake her of the belief. Tav sighed, tracing his face. "What if it was worse?"

"Worse, pet?"

"I've heard stories…the horrible things done to Hagspawn in the Rashemi Wilds…" Tav says, morose. Raphael stops cold, touch stilling from when it's been idly tracing the curve of her breast. "I couldn't…I couldn't bear that."

"Hagspawn?"

"Mm."

"Am I not…" oh, gods above and below, here came the headache, right on time. He shifted under her, sitting up straighter. "Dear one, you pronounced me fae."

"I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to admit it."

Don't kill her. Raphael can't kill her. It'd be poor form. "Yes. This…grim truth I bear. And you concede you are…mortal."

"Yes."

Reasonable to this point. Raphael pushes forward. "And you recognize, I pray, that hagspawn are…as the name indicates, born of a hag and mortal man?"

"Yes."

"And thus…any spawn of ours…are biologically incapable of being hagspawn."

Tav clings to him. "But what if, Raphael? Doesn't it frighten you?"

The devil momentarily forgets himself. He sputters, "No? No, why should it?"

Tav rests her head on his shoulder, bringing his knuckles to her lips for a kiss. "You're very brave, my prince."

He manages to tamp down on his immediate response: how? How am I? Are you mad?

A new low. That's what this is. Raphael will never recover.

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #asks #raphael fucked around and found out #I like the idea that this tav is a genuinely high functioning idiot

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crownmemes · 3 months

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Domestic Sentences, Vol. 1

(Sentences for domestic and day-to-day moments between couples. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Have you ever wanted any children?"

"I owe so much to you."

"I wish we could stay like this all morning."

"You deserve absolute honesty from me."

"I'll be home this evening, if you need a sympathetic ear."

"You know I love you more than anything in the world."

"What happened? Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

"I just want to see you when I wake up every morning. That's all."

"You must understand that you will always be special to me."

"So the first time I meet your parents, you're asking me to lie to them?"

"Is this a trick question? What answer isn't going to have me sleeping on the couch tonight?"

"Tomorrow, shall we talk about when we can get away?"

"Am I the love of your life?"

"Your dad hates me, doesn't he?"

"The way your brow furrows when you're thinking - it's cute."

"You are a vision of loveliness, as per usual."

"I took the liberty of getting you something to wear."

"I do worry that one day you won't come back alive. That I'll lose you to the job."

"Your struggle is my struggle; we're in this together."

"With you, I am the best version of myself."

"I want to spend the day with you. Just us."

"You really are remarkable, you know that?"

"Would it help at all if I cooked you dinner tonight?"

"I think you are the most remarkable, maddening, challenging, frustrating person I have ever met."

"I'm home! Did you miss me?"

"I love it when you cook for me!"

"Is it possible to fall in love with the same person every day?"

"We can just cuddle, if you'd like?"

"Should I be worried about your commitment to our engagement?"

"If I wake up bald tomorrow, will you still be attracted to me?"

"You know, I think I quite like your mother. "

"You made such a big deal about us spending more time together, but you just can't do it. You're too obsessed with your work."

"This stubbornness of yours is why I fell in love with you."

"Are you always this sweet?"

"What were you like as a child?"

"When you love someone, you always make up in the end."

"Are you always like this in the morning?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #assorted;#domestic;#romance;

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month

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I've been dreaming of the Unrivaled Beauty.

O’ Beautiful Queen, your loveliness is eternal and unchallenged.

Steal center stage, and the hearts of those who gaze upon you.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

War is as much of an art as it is a brazen display of brutality.

For Vil, every performance he gives is war. His weapons: skill, grace, beauty. All of it meant to charm the audience. No substitutions, it no stunt doubles.

Today is no different.

He kneels in the snow atop a corpse. Not a real dead man, but a dummy with an eerie amount of detail. It had been prepared by experts in the prop department, made to resemble his character's sworn enemy in the film.

Crimson blooms upon white robes marked with ancient runes. The collar and neckline are daring, plunging to reveal a generous amount of the bare skin of the chest to the elements. The hair, a tangled mess of glossy raven waves, sticking from the moisture to cold skin. The skin, pale blue with frost, the eyes cloudy orbs.

The mouth, stained red with the blood of countless innocents, no longer moves.

In this scene, the she-devil Snow White is dead, and he, heir to the Witch Queen, has slain her.

Without hesitation, he plunges his bare hand into the dummy’s chest, fishing out a model heart. It is covered in a mixture of corn syrup, food coloring, cocoa powder, and starch to simulate bodily fluids. The thickened liquid dribbles down his own pale hands, staining them.

Lifting his trophy into the air, a joyous, defiant sparkle in his eyes. A throaty cry erupts from him.

“With this, the Eternal Snow will be no more, and peace shall return to my realm!!”

Vil’s explosive laughter fills the mountain. The snow shakes, the land itself shudders in his presence.

He has won.

Finally, finally, finally.

A gruff man’s voice reaches him.

“CUT!!”

In an instant, the scene falls apart and reality sets in.

Cameramen tend to their equipment, prop managers and stylists exchange whispers. Special effects mages tamp down their snow spells. The illusion is stripped away, revealing a balmy day set against a backdrop of mountains.

Staff in scurry in, offering Vil towelettes and lotion to clean and moisturize his hands. He accepts them, then waves the staff off, one ferrying the fake heart.

“Bravo, Vil-kun, bravo!!” the director gushes. “I knew it was the right call to cast you as the hero for this film. There wasn’t a flaw in your acting, m’boy!!”

“Thank you, sir.” Vil bows to the older man, keeping his reply short and simple. “It is an honor to be a part of your masterfully written story."

It is the tale of a beautiful demon locked away in a glass coffin, freed from slumber and set upon the world to shroud it in never-ending winter… The tale of a selfless noble and her huntsmen that stands in opposition to her and her seven sniveling imp minions. A tale of two fates intertwining—the noble whose bloodline sealed the demon away, and the demon who vowed revenge on descendent of the Witch Queen.

Vil's eyes cannot stop themselves from sliding over to his co-star, who waits in the wings. His lifelong rival, Neige LeBlanche.

He is dressed similarly to the dummy that had been swapped in for his corpse. Red ruins his pristine white gown, and his hair is wild—but off-camera, Neige lacks the madness of the villain he plays. Neige smiles sweetly at the staff, giggles like an innocent schoolboy.

Vil fails to look away before Neige meets his eyes. He waves shyly, and, out of courtesy, Vil returns it.

“You've all been working very hard to bring my vision to life," the director happily booms. "Let's take a 30-minute break. Hydrate, grab some food, whatever. Actors, hair and makeup retouches before stepping back on set!"

There is a collective murmur of approval, feet shuffling for the refreshments table. A staff member offers Vil a spot in the donut line, but he politely declines.

"No thank you, I've prepared granola and a light fruit yogurt ahead of time. If you'll excuse me."

He peels away and heads for his trailer. Once Vil is shut away—a well-trained peacock stepping into his gilded cage—he produces his phone and reviews his jam-packed schedule: the film shoot, an interview with a popular variety show, modeling for a magazine cover, practicing for a stage play…

He, cast in the spotlight of hero in every single one.

You are the fairest of them all, Mira would robotically recite. All the social media websites and news outlets were talking nonstop about him, and he knows it.

It's the Age of Vil, his manager would joke. Isn't this great? You're demonstrating your range. This will definitely net you bigger and bigger opportunities in the future!

They’re finally recognizing you for your cuteness and goodness, his father would tell him. That’s my son! I knew everyone would come around eventually.

On any other day, he might have scoffed or dismissed their comments. Today, he simply smirks, silently pocketing his phone.

Vil passes a large vanity on his way to the mini-fridge. A glimpse of his reflection reveals the elaborate jewel-toned ensemble he is fitted for, the makeup that highlights the highest points of his face. Shining, commanding attention—just as any protagonist would.

He stands straighter, holds his chest higher. Proudly flaunting his feathers, his numerous accomplishments.

I've worked myself to the bone to reach this point. I've earned every little bit of this.

Retrieving his snacks, Vil makes to join the crew on their break. Even if Neige will be present as well, he grimaces.

A shadow invades his periphery.

Vil pauses at the doorway and looks back.

There, sitting on his vanity, was a bushel of roses the color of midnight. A black envelope embellished with gold accents is tucked among the petals.

His brows knit together. How odd--he is certain he hadn't seen that a second ago, nor had he heard anyone entering to drop it off while he was briefly at the fridge. How could he have missed such an obvious gift?

"Perhaps it's from the director or producer," he muses, plucking the envelope free and opening it.

Inside, there is, as suspected, a letter.

Same black paper, same gold embellishments.

To Schoenheit,

Please accept this humble offering from myself. It was a joy to watch you perform to your heart's content.

I was very moved by the experience. It is not often that I get to observe Man in all of its peaks and crests in such a short span of time.

I will continue to watch over you and support your dreams from the sidelines.

Sincerely,

M. D.

Initials in the place of a name? Vil turns the paper over, expecting more on the other side. It's unlike his fans to leave out their full identity. (Half of the time, they include a list of their social media handles and beg for a follow back.)

But alas, the back is blank and yields no answers.

He frowns, facing the words scrawled on the front of the square again. The cogs in his head turn, arriving at a single logical conclusion.

I only know of one possible M.D., but... Is he truly the type to send notes of this nature?

Vil toys with the idea in his head, just as he toys with the letter between his fingers. Ego rises and colors his lenses.

"Fufufu, it seems that even great mages such as he are not immune to my beauty and talent." Vil chuckles, exiting the trailer. His adoring fans await.

He's right about everything, and he doesn't realize how wrong he wants to be.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Vil Schoenheit #Neige LeBlanche #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst countdown #twisted wonderland countdown #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #I've been dreaming...#book 5 spoilers #twst anni #twisted wonderland anni #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anniversary

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IkeVamp HCs: Beautiful Reader

How do they react when they meet a reader who is one of the most beautiful women they have ever seen?

Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Galileo, Drake

Napoleon

When the woman lost in the halls of the mansion met his gaze, he knew being the woman's protector would be the chore to end all chores.

In this day and age, women already weren't safe. Much less when they looked like they were handcrafted with love and care, the way she did.

He wasn't looking forward to it.

And he himself, though not aloud, found he was curious about the stunning stranger who'd stumbled into his life. He'd seen beautiful women before, but she was on a completely different level.

"I'm going to have my hands full with you, nunuche."

He ruffled her hair with a smirk as she merely blinked at him in confusion.

He would definitely be aware of many eyes on her, admiring, lusting, but they wouldn't get near her when she was with him.

Beautiful as she was, Napoleon knew the risks of letting her be alone for too long...but there were only so many complaints he could have when he was in the company of such a gorgeous madonna. There were worse ways to spend his time.

He's not telling her that directly though. Not in those exact words at least.

Arthur

When he first laid eyes on the maiden fair, he knew life in the mansion would be just a little sweeter.

He had no qualms about saying that to her the first time they met.

"Well now! The stars are shining just a little brighter tonight. Such a bonny lass you are."

His urge to tease her only grew when she reacted with a timid averted gaze, her lovely cheeks painted pink.

He commonly made sure to compliment at least once a day, usually referring to her as the 'Lovely Y/N'.

The author was commonly surrounded by women, but whenever she went anywhere with him, most of them kept their distance, intimidated by the ravishing lady by his side, regardless of the nature of her relationship with Arthur.

"I'm afraid that nobody holds a candle to a heart stopper like you and anybody with eyes knows it."

"Arthur!"

Teasing her just see that cute blush on her beautiful face would be enough to make his day.

Galileo

He wasn't one to generally take much notice of women, though the particular girl ambling through the halls of the university didn't escape his notice.

Galileo knew women could be pleasing to the eye, of course, but that was a fact of life, not something that actually touched him.

But she was objectively the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he found that slightly disconcerting. Almost as disconcerting as the fact that said woman was not paying attention to her surroundings and was to trip on a loose tile.

He moved quickly, catching her shoulder as she stumbled. When she turned to thank him, her beauty hit him full force from up close as he took her in.

She was a vision of loveliness, an earthly Aphrodite. Her lips parted and her cheeks reddened in embarrassment, only adding sweetness to her visage. She suddenly spoke in a soft tone.

"Erm...thank you sir...that was clumsy of me."

Her voice broke the spell as he let go of her, stepping back. If she had any effect on him, it certainly didn't show.

"Be more careful."

Was his only response before leaving.

He will find himself thinking back to that lovely face from time to time, often when the word 'beautiful' happened to cross his mind.

Drake

When he called to the lone woman passing by the Seine, intending to invite her into his boat, he didn't expect anything out of the ordinary. But when she turned around, his eyes widened as he blinked in surprise.

"Wow. You're beautiful."

Those were the first words out of his mouth, his head tilted in near confusion as the lady blushed at his forwardness.

The man was a sailor that traveled the world and seen different places and people, so he knew a beautiful woman when he saw one. And her? Breathtaking. She could make the hardest of pirates fall at her feet.

When he managed to convince her to take a ride with him, winning her over with his friendly disposition, he playfully told her that getting such a beauty into his boat was risky because alas, he may not return her, much to her amusement.

"Sir, I would appreciate being put on solid ground at some point..."

"Haha, just kidding. You're just so pretty, I want to keep you."

He said with a bright smile, but he was only half joking...

Drake would definitely want to steal her away. Pirates don't just let go of treasure.

🌸

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp galileo #ikevamp drake #ikevamp headcanons #ikemen vampire headcanons

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a-thread-of-green · 3 months

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On Being an Accursed Being

Mirrors shall torment you with torturous visions.

Nobody will shun you, but you shall flee and hide as though they do.

Your body shall be broken and bloated by sudden, terrible, permanent mutations.

You shall not know your own name, and so you must call yourself by a vulgar and hateful word in its place.

Should you begin to understand the nature of your curse, your mind shall tear itself asunder in fear and shame.

On Being an Emergent Being

You shall learn the mirror's tricks and coax pleasing visions from it.

You shall be shunned by some and beloved by others, but you will no longer flee.

Your body shall bud and blossom into a lovelier creature than you could ever have imagined.

Your name shall be revealed, and you shall claim it with pride.

On Being a Blessed Being

I cannot say. I have not yet become one.

#This is all my own experience #Not trying to make this universal or anything #But I bet a lot of trans people can relate to at least some part of it #trans #transgender #transition #trans joy #trans pride #trans experience #dysphoria #queer community #gender dysphoria #gender euphoria #euphoria #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #queer #transisbeautiful

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mikefrawley · 5 months

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Wish For A Goddess

As unique and lovely as her name with emerald eyes and golden hair and any man who might win her heart would never wish to wander anywhere Awakening misty mountains in the spring a vision of loveliness, grace and style they implore her, goddess, won’t you stay and share the beauty of your smile By summer she floats over the ocean her glow outshining even the sun Neptune joyfully waves as she sails by once again pleased to see the golden one But alas father time, he deals the cards placing us mortals in a game we cannot win and while usually I quietly accept my fate for her alone, I wish I could be young again

#poetry #love #personal #it's a long story #Wish For A Goddess

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morgana-ren · 2 years

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Here, take my cheese. I’ve felt like garbage lately which means you lot get a short sap. Short and bad, just for you.

"Merciful Gods, you wear that dress well, darling."

There's the ever playful lilt that is so signature to his tone, but the low drifting of his russet eyes denotes something far less innocent. He doesn't admire the taper that gently sways around her legs nor the flattering way it hugs her soft curves.

Rather, his vision seems unceremoniously stuck on the low scoop where her ample cleavage lies, stuffed plump beneath the neckline— perhaps more than a little of the reason he'd acquired such a dress for her in the first place.

Though his compliment is genuine— most evidenced by the rather conspicuous tightening of his breeches between his thighs— his beloved doesn't seem to blush or smile. Rather, she studies him through a grumpy side-eye, lips downturned in a distinctive pout and looking decidedly surly.

"This is your fault, you know."

He takes heed of her irritation, though doesn't faze him in the slightest. If anything, he finds it all rather adorable. She was always cute when she was angry; little nose crinkled and lips scrunched in a cranky huff.

"I hardly can take credit for your beauty, my love," He reaches a cold, pale hand to caress her cheek and she swats him away.

"I mean this!" She motions two angry fingers towards her swelling belly, currently hidden tastefully beneath the wispy fabric, adorned beneath a silken crimson cloth she's tied around her waist as an accent to draw attention away from it.

He chuckles low and deep, scooting close enough to where she sits on the bed to wrap his wiry arms around her torso, squeezing enough to convey his tender affection but not enough to cause her discomfort given the circumstances.

"Be fair, darling. It takes two to do the sinful tango, and it's hardly my fault you're so fecund," He giggles again, placing his palms face down on the rounds of her belly to feel the growing presence of life beneath her round flesh. "And in my defense, I thought it was as impossible as you did!"

"I'm not sure I believe that anymore," Her lips purse and she scowls at him. "Because here we are! You're telling me you had no idea this was possible? In two hundred years, you never heard a thing about this?"

"Not the foggiest, my dear. Cross my unbeating heart. It wasn't a subject on the table most evenings."

He gives her his most charming simper— one that drives her mad because she can never quite tell if he's telling the truth, even after years at his side. He doesn't let her linger long on the subject either way. The pregnancy hormones have taken root rather fast, and she is prone to moodiness— and an extreme thirst.

"Either way, my dear, you look positively good enough to eat—"

"You're a pervert!" She wiggles and bats his hands away. "You can't talk to me like that anymore! I'm going to be some little one's mother." She straightens her spine proudly to convey a sense of austerity.

One he immediately ruins.

"Oh yes, you are," he giggles. "Two or three little ones judging by these alone—"

He cups her breasts and jiggles them both in his palms as a dopey, lecherous smile spreads across his face.

"Stop it!"

"Don't be greedy, my love. You have plenty to spare!" He laughs and shields his face from her barrage of playful slaps.

"You're foul."

"And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." His expression softens ever so slightly and he places a gentle kiss on her temple. "And growing ever lovelier."

"Why did I agree to marry you?" She sighs at the sheer cheese of it all, petering out into a soft laugh as she exhales.

"Because I'm the most handsome being on this side of Toril, quite obviously," he runs his slender fingers through his well-styled flaxen hair before tugging her close again. "And because I swept you off your feet long before they started to swell."

"Not enough."

"Because I'm the father of your future half-vampire children? I do assume that's how it works though I can't be entirely certain—"

"Nope. And I don't know. According to you, we're in uncharted territory here."

"How about because I adore you, worship the ground you walk on, and revere you as the baneful goddess you are —" He punctuates it with an elaborate, dramatic gesture, and she only blinks at him. "—and more importantly, you love me."

"I guess." She snorts.

"The ring adorning your lovely little finger says otherwise," he intertwines his hand with hers, bringing the crimson bloodstone to light.

"It is rather nice, isn't it?" She flexes her fingers in front of her as if to check her nails before planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Kept in the Szarr Family for centuries. He used to brag about it whenever he could— and I could swear it still has his blood on it in the right lighting. I suppose some stains never quite come out," A rueful smile plays across his pale-pink lips, rising just above the sharp of his fangs. "And now it's all mine— as are you."

#Astarion #astarion x reader #or something #she's pergernat #I don't even like pregnancy I don't know why I wrote it #just had a weird thought and ran with it for 3 minutes #cannot get anything else done at ALL but here's for you

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𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝚩𝚬 𝐓𝐇𝚬𝐑𝚬.

tags: 18+ minors dni, violence mentioned, blood mentioned, inspired by the tik tok sound from sandman - “you came.”/“you called.” spit mentioned, kissing, making out.

synopsis: xiao needs reassurance after almost losing you.

xiao kisses you with a ferocity that often leaves you with bitten lips and a bleeding tongue. he frets and worries when he pulls away - lust free from his mind but you only reassure him as you find the slightest taste of copper in your mouth to be something that lights a fire in your stomach.

such moments of passion are not common in the beginning but as you’ve spent more time with the conqueror of demons you find the pattern, the key to unlock his most fiery of moments - one of such times, you has gotten into some trouble; a commission that was more than you can handle and you called his name in fear of your own life. the monsters that stood before you where vanquished within a blink of an eye and your vision swirled as you brought to what is supposed to be xiao’s room at wangshu inn.

he stands before you, amber eyes worried and concerned and angry at the danger you had put yourself in. there was a streak of red in his emerald hair and you let the familiar material of his gloves prod and poke at you in worry. he had scolded you, rattling off all the 100 and 1 ways you had worried him as he held your face in his weathered hands. he stops when he sees the look on your face - you’re smiling, dumbly and unmistakably in love with him.

he bets you weren’t even listening to him.

he’s right.

“what?” he snaps you - voice rugged with worry and still breathless from the adrenaline from the fight. you breathe, you chest rising with each bated breath.

“you came.” you say like a wish came true. with two simple words you had dispelled every inkling of worry and anger and distress - he licks his lips, pink tongue passing thin white fangs and pale ears turn pink. he takes you in, watches how your eyes shine in the dim light of the moon that peaks through the window of his unused quarters. you look at him with such reverence, he is not worthy of such a thing.

“you called.” is all he can say to and he watched with ardent fascination as your eyes shimmer and your smile dissolves like sugar in a hot pan. it’s replaced by a look - your lip wobbles and you can’t meet his gaze. you look lovely like this, like the field of flowers he sees only in his dreams, he want to kiss you. so he does, pressing his lips to yours with such hunger you gasp and he takes advantage of your flustered disposition to slide his tongue into your waiting mouth. the smooth texture of dreams and the sweetness of almond tofu can’t compare to loveliness of your mouth on his.

his tongue runs against the roof of your mouth, tracing the ridges of your teeth with wonderment - you possess no fangs; teeth flat and straight you are a creature of fragility he compares you to a woodland creature that finds themselves tucked into his lap when he rests in the mountain tops of jueyun karst. you whine into his mouth and he sighs contentedly, and he resigns to letting you suck on his tongue. when xiao pulls away strands of spit connect you and he watches in, amorous fascination at how it glitters when the strands break.

he hasn’t let go of your face, his gloves guarding the planes of your cheeks with caring dedication. his thumbs rub into the softest part of your cheeks and he looks at you unwaveringly. you call his name and he hums - i’m here, nothing will harm you now. his heart still trembles in his broad chest and the fear that painted your lovely face,

“be more careful in the future, and if demons and dangers draw near to you-“

“i’ll call for you, xiao. i will.” you finish for him and he feels his face flush and the unbridled sweetness that paints your voice. here, in the rain and in his room you put the natural world to shame with your beauty. the birds will fall from the sky, the flowers cover their petals in shame.

“xiao…my xiao, thank you for saving me.” you say and he nods - he is yours and he is only yours. you fail to see it but you don’t see how his yellow eyes flash gold.

“yes. i am yours.” he concedes, pressing a gentle kiss to your brow.

#lamb.writes #xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact xiao x reader #xiao fluff

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