#your writing... I am lovingly kissing it on the mouth though

[wittyminds]

More Than A Feeling

This was just a random idea to distract me from revising for my exams. I'm slightly obsessed with him at the moment and just wanted to write some fluff that would make me even more sad than i already am. I know I also said that I would be doing a bucky barnes fic but... i got distracted and now can't commit to writing it. I'll probably write it eventually but i can't bring myself to do it right now.

I was also listening to More Than A Feeling by Boston when writing this so... it stuck.

Just a small fic of Steve Harrington and a bookworm reader girlfriend who is also Dustin's sister after their first time and the "chaos" that ensues.

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff, Suggestive, Both Steve's and Reader's 'first time'

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Dustin couldn't understand how it all happened or exactly when you stopped disliking the King of Hawkins but he was convinced it would all end in heartbreak. He did like Steve Harrington after he protected them all from all the dangers they had faced over the years. But dating his sister was a different matter.

To say he is overprotective of you would be an understatement.

You had spent your entire life protecting him from bullies and assholes and now it was his turn to keep you from the possible heartbreak that was Steve Harrington.

So when he peaked through the door to your room and saw the two of you curled round each other fast asleep, he couldn't help but feel upset and scared for you. It clearly wasn't the first time Steve had snuck through the window without anyone but you knowing and the thought brought disgust to his gut. He had invited his friends round as your parents were away. He now regretted the idea and wished he had agreed when Mike suggested his house instead.

He wasn't being dramatic, he had every right to believe that you could end up like all the other girls.

Before he could wake you both up, though, his friends had pulled him back and disappeared back into his room to discuss what they had just seen.

Steve, on the other hand, couldn't be happier.

Your head rests on his chest, arms wrapped round his body. A sheet covers you and he brings his hand up and down your arm gently as he gazes at you asleep. He has been like this since he woke up to see you curled round him, hair a mess, no makeup on and breathing softly onto his bare chest.

What had happened the night before had surprised you both, if he was quite honest with himself. He had been ready from the second date with you but you had made it clear that you wanted to wait. He had thought he was ready when he dated Nancy but when the time came, he froze and ruined the moment.

But now, here you were snuggled up close with memories of the night before playing through your dreams as your boyfriend watches over you lovingly. He can't remember ever loving anyone as much as he loves you and all he wants is to tell you, and keep you by his side till the day he dies.

Just as his hand stops grazing your arm, you roll over off of him and wriggle onto your side, still facing him. Your lips pull up into a brief smile before dropping again. He shifts his body onto his side too and props his head onto his arms, watching as your eyebrows pull together and your eyes flutter open slowly.

A huge grin falls onto his lips as you look up groggily with a bashful smile.

"Morning, beautiful." His voice is still husky from sleep and a thousand butterflies take flight in your stomach.

"Morning." You rub a hand over your eyes to try and wake up properly, to no avail.

"I was gonna make breakfast, if you're hungry." He lifts his head off his arm to give you a playful look that is sleepily returned.

He gets up from the bed and tries to track down his trousers and socks before perching on the edge of the bed to give you a soft kiss that lingers longer than usual.

His blushing face then leaves your eyesight and you roll onto your back with a disbelieving laugh, quickly covering your mouth to stifle it.

You were still questioning how the two of you were even together, total opposites from different sides of the school. The King and a bookworm.

You suppose, in a weird way, you could thank the horrors that you had both witnessed over the past two years for bringing you together. But you don't want to give the Upside-Down any credit for your happiness given it was a hell like no other.

You can still remember how much you had disliked him at first, the way he acted, the way he spoke to people, the way he made you feel about yourself. His "friends" had given you hell for years and when he had finally stood up to them and broken up with Nancy, you had seen the better version of Steve Harrington who laughed and smiled and actually cared without any fear of being judged.

As you lie on your back, you cans still feel the gentle press of his hands on your skin, hear the whispered words "Are you sure?". Still feel his face buried in the crook of your neck, hear the hushed laughter when he first appeared over you with a bashful "Hello."

It couldn't have been more perfect and you could smile forever in your new bliss.

You wrestle your way out of the warmth of the bedsheets, grabbing the closest article of clothing to you: his navy sweater from yesterday. The sleeves fall over your hands and you bunch it up in fists as you open the door and walk into the hallway.

Dustin's door is still closed and you creep past, so as not to wake him. He wouldn't quit poking fun at you or Steve if he saw you now so it was better to be safe than sorry to leave him sleeping in. It was the holidays anyway.

You're suddenly startled by the sound of pots and pans crashing against each other, followed by the sound of a terribly hidden string of curses as whoever spilled the contents of the cupboard tried (and failed) to catch them.

When you reach the kitchen door, you can see Steve busy at the stove, pots and pans sitting haphazardly on the counter and floor. Without a word, you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, and watch him attempt to work the stove. A smile plays on your lips and eventually, you clear your throat quietly to get his attention.

He whips round, only to notice that it's you.

"Morning... again." You murmur softly, still smiling.

God, it was like you slept with a hanger in your mouth or something.

"Morning," He turns away as his cheeks blush bashfully, and you can't help but feel warmth at the thought of making Steve Harrington blush. The thought nearly turns your legs to jelly and you walk over to the stove to keep them working.

You swat his hands away from the buttons with a laugh and stand in his place to turn the stove on, hearing his almost silent "Oh." as you show him how to work it.

His arms snake their way round your middle and his chin falls onto your shoulder, your face heating at the contact. He places soft kisses on your shoulder, then your neck, and you run your hands along his forearms.

"Steve." You feel him hug you tighter at his name and his hum of acknowledgement is disguised by another kiss, "Last night..."

You trail off and he laughs against your neck, moving away to turn you round. His nose scrunches as your hands move to the ends of his hair out of habit and he sways slightly.

"Yeah?" You can tell he's wanting you to talk more and you repress a sigh.

"I just wanted to say I..." You can't seem to finish the sentence as you gaze into his eyes, the whole scene perfectly homely. You didn't want to ruin it with a love confession that might be rejected.

He watches you with curious smirk and you open your mouth to speak again but he cuts you off with a sweet, slow kiss.

Your hands move further into his hair and his pull you closer by the waist. More memories of meaningful kisses and the whispered confessions whilst pressed close together from last night resurface in your mind. The feeling of his hands, his lips, just his touch made your head spin and your forehead falls onto his, not breaking the kiss.

"Oh come on!"

Your brother's voice startles you both and you break apart, Steve keeping a hold of your waist.

Dustin stands in the doorway, his friends lingering in the hallway, awkwardly watching the scene playing out. You feel your face burn and turn to your boyfriend for help, but he seems entirely unfazed.

"A bit of privacy wouldn't kill you, Henderson." Steve grumbles, ignoring the disgust on Dustin's face.

"I live here." Dustin replies matter-of-factly, crossing his arms.

"And..?" You can't help but hold back a laugh at your boyfriend's oblivion and he pulls a face at you which lets the laughter escape.

Dustin pulls a different kind of face, "Well, when you two are finished grossing everyone out, I'd like some pancakes."

You roll your eyes and walk over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders to turn him round. He begins to protest but gives up when you give him a sharp pinch on either side.

"Just go upstairs and do whatever it is you do together there," You give him your most serious look you can muster with a stomach full of butterflies.

"Fine," He stomps up the stairs, "But I'm serious about those pancakes!"

You watch his friends follow him up, quickly noticing the two girls and yell up a quick "Leave the door open!" before turning to return to the kitchen.

Max stops and gives you a look that makes you freeze and eye her curiously.

"Yes?" You ask quietly.

"I was just thinking that the sweater is real subtle." Her eyes move along the sweater and you shift uncomfortably under them.

"I-I don't know what you mean..."

She snorts out a laugh and runs up the stairs.

"Nice hickey, by the way!" She yells after her and you throw a shoe up the stairs that hits her legs.

"Teenagers." You mutter under your breath and turn back to the kitchen to see Steve leaning against the counter, a smirk playing on his pretty lips.

"Want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours, Harrington?" Your voice is quiet and he closes the distance between the two of you in four long strides.

His thumb grazes your chin, pushing your face up to his before he kisses you again, a contented sigh escaping him. Once again, your hands find his messy hair and he grips the sweater with a little more power than before.

"God, I love you." His words are almost hidden against your lips but you freeze and pull away slightly, out of breath from both the kiss and his confession.

A blush creeps up his face and you can't help but smile before giving him another quick peck on his lips, relief filling you.

How can you have thought this man didn't love you enough to say it when he had blushed and grinned the entire morning. You love him to Jupiter and back a thousand times and realise, you had always really known he feels the same.

So, when the words leave your mouth and leave him a blushing mess, you can't help but know that this is your future.

You and him.

"I love you too."

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A/N

I really hope you liked it and just a reminder that my requests are open via messages so just ping me a message if you have a request for any of the characters from my first post. Thank you! xx

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[mrsnancywheeler]

i am BEGGING you to write more for finnick and virgin reader. what you wrote for 🌾 anon was like the hottest thing i’ve ever read. what about him going down on reader for the first time and him explaining what he’s doing every step of the way?

by popular demand 🫡🫡🫡

when you're finally ready and all laid out on his bed, just in your underwear and you feel like you're supposed to feel more nervous but he's looking at you so lovingly, so comforting, and he's kissing you and then you can't think because his lips are so addictive. he's already walked you through him stretching you out on his fingers, wiped away your tears, but you'd insisted you wanted to keep going. by the time you've gotten off on his fingers you're desperate for more.

"you sure you wanna keep going, sweetheart? we can stop if you want."

you're whining in a plea for him to do as he pleases, "wanna go all the way, finn, promise."

"okay" and his kiss on your forehead leaves you chasing his lips, "gonna line myself up with you, honey." just the feeling of his dick sliding over you, so close to the entrance has you squirming. "it's probably gonna hurt, sweetheart, might take you a while to adjust. I'll take it slow, but I need you to tell me if it's too much. you think you can do that for me?"

you're whispering out a, "yeah" that feels nearly impossible to get out when you just want to whine in agreement

"good girl." and he can't help but chuckle when your whining again, pouting. "we're gonna go real slow, just gonna slide inside of you honey, just a little bit... fuck, you're so tight. feel so good." and your eyes slam shut, fingers wrapped in the bed sheets, "are you okay? need me to stop?"

you're shaking your head vehemently, "no"

"okay, just a little more." he's sliding in just a little bit further, "here, honey, I'm gonna touch you right where I did earlier that made you feel good and it'll help. is that okay." he excuses the lack of verbal confirmation when you're nodding over and over again, mouth opening but nothing's really coming out. "yeah?" and you're nodding again, so he's finding your clit and it's heaven on your earth the way you sound when he starts rubbing.

"oh, finnick!"

"yeah, that feels good, honey? okay gonna slide in more, you're doing so good for me." this continues until he's finally fully inside, "look at that honey, you took all of me. told you, you're perfect."

"so full, finnick."

"I know, honey, such a good girl taking me all the way. I'm gonna start moving now, okay? super slowly and you tell me if I need to stop." his fingers continued their relentless assault on your clit that had your biting your bottom lip.

"okay, please"

slowly he began thrusting in and out of you, biting down on his own lip as he went. "feel so good, honey. how are you feeling?"

"keep going." he stops to peer at you, the pain evident in your eyes, the way your nose is scrunched up

"how are you feeling?"

"it hurts, but just keep going, please."

"tell me if it gets worse, I can stop, honey, that won't upset me." but he did as you insisted and kept going

"finnick, keep going!"

"oh, she's snappy. can't be upset with you though, you feel so perfect, you are perfect"

after a while, a couple more pauses when he can tell you're in pain, you're begging him for more, "faster, please, I can take it, promise."

"if you're sure, then I'll speed up- fuck honey, so good."

"feels so weird, finn, like it did earlier."

"yeah? my good girl gonna cum for me again? it's okay, you can let go, got me so close" and he talks you through your orgasm too, "that feel good, honey? you're okay, it's okay, I'm gonna go nice and slow. you've got this, taking me so well. fuck, I'm so close, gonna pull out now honey, you're gonna feel empty, it's all gonna be okay. when I cum, is it okay if it gets on you?"

and when you're muttering it's alright and he's letting go on you, listening to you whine as he pulls out, he's addicted to you

#wanda 💋 #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you #anon #finnick odair smut

[alysrivrs]

❛ ♡. gif credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋. ❜

★ ⎯⎯ demon!aemond wants nothing more than to possess you, his dream girl.

𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: first time posting my writing here (i’ve had other accounts, but due to life.. i’ve decided to start fresh). obviously, do not read if you’re a minor, thank you ! ♡

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: mdni, mild smut, dark!aemond, profanity, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, innocence kink, manipulation, cunnilingus, fingering, sexual tension, possessive & obsessive behavior, pet names, romance, fluff—any grammatical errors are my own -- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1.8k

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔—𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋.

“are you an angel?” you asked dreamily, your voice soft and sleepy as your long eyelashes fluttered, soft like pillowy clouds.

the demon gave a small, breathy chuckle, though didn’t give you a verbal response—but his left sapphire eye flashed in warning.

“no, my sweet girl, but i can be… for you,” he crooned softly, bending down to brush his cold, plush lips against the delicate skin of your cheek, one of his big hands reaching up to comb his long fingers through your messy hair, like a mother’s gentle touch—lovingly.

“am i dreaming?” you asked next, causing the demon to let out another airy chuckle, his one violet eye flashing in amusement, while his left sapphire eye sparkled dangerously from the moonlight that was seeping into your bedroom.

the demon hummed softly, the corner of his mouth twitching as though he thought of something that humored him, as if he knew something you did not.

still, he did not answer your question.

you pouted.

the demon’s lips curled up into a small smirk. “my curious girl—sleep, my sweet girl… i shall be here, watching over you, as i have always been,” he purred, leaning down once more to claim your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, as if it were the last time he’d ever kiss your sweet, plump lips.

for some unknown reason, your eyes pooled with tears, streaming down the sides of your face, making the tip of your nose tickle as you sniffled softly, your lips quivering as he kissed you—possessively.

the demon pulled back to stare down at you, a small frown on his face as he gently brushed a teardrop away with a calloused fingertip.

“do not cry, my sweet girl—i shall take care of you, as i always have,” he cooed once again, his voice saccharine sweet as he gazed down at you longingly, sucking the tip of his index finger that he’d used to brush a tear away from your cheek.

the demon hummed once again.

“hmm, so pretty when you cry—your tears… taste of the finest ambrosia,” he murmured, speaking mostly to himself before laughing softly at his own thoughts, offering you a small shrug.

“or… the closest thing that i can imagine ambrosia tastes like.”

you whined softly, your mind feeling fuzzy, his words confusing you more and more.

“shhh,” the demon hushed, slowly pulling your heavy blanket off of you, exposing you to the chilly air of your bedroom, moonlight shining in through your curtains and shining over your skin, as well as the demon’s long, silvery hair, making it look as though it were glowing—like a angel’s halo.

“tell me, my sweet girl—is your sweet little cunt slick with want?” the demon asked, his voice a soft rasp, gravelly and needy.

you gasped softly at his crude words, your heart fluttering inside of your chest. “n-no.. no, i—it’s n-not,” you denied in a rush, causing your cheeks to flush under his intense, one-eyed gaze—watching as he moved to crawl in between your smooth legs, pushing your warm thighs apart with his big, veiny hands almost effortlessly.

as your eyes adjusted to being awake, you finally noticed the black, leathery wings attached to the angel’s back—they were massive, as he crawled over you, before he folded them behind himself as he settled and got comfortable to lay between your spread thighs.

you looked down, curious and confused—causing the demon to smirk to himself, his innocent girl.

“w-what… what are you d-doing?” you asked quietly, nervously shifting on your bed, before sucking in sharp breath, watching as the angel—your angel—lifted up your babydoll pink nightgown.

the demon’s violet eye widened slightly, peering underneath your bunched up nightgown and seeing that you’ve chosen to wear no panties—almost like you wanted him to taste you.

your exposed, slick cunt was like an offering to him—as if he were your god and you were merely a humble servant.

the demon chuckled, “were you expecting me, pretty girl?”

you flushed.

“n-no! i—i w-wasn’t…” you stammered, looking so sweet and delicious.

the demon sighed softly. “hmm,” he hummed to himself, lifting a hand and gently tapping your mound, “you know, lying is a sin, my sweet girl,” he teased, his sapphire eye flashing menacingly.

you couldn’t speak, too embarrassed to say anything as your angel lowered his face right in front of your slick cunt and deeply inhaled, before releasing a sigh of satisfaction.

“fuck—you smell mouthwatering, i can only imagine how you taste… will you let me taste you, darling?” he questioned, looking up at you through his heavy lidded eyes, licking his lips in anticipation.

your eyes widened, your belly fluttering with butterflies. “t-taste me? i.. i d-don’t understand—“ you spoke, before being cut off by the demon’s mocking laugh, one of his thumbs reaching up to gently rub your clit, making you flinch.

“do not worry, my sweet girl—i shall take care of you,” he promised, before burying his face into your cunt, moaning at the taste of you as you practically shrieked.

the demon lapped at your wet folds hungrily, humming as he slithered his tongue into your little fuckhole, groaning as your juices pooled on his tongue, allowing him to finally taste you after so long.

“a-aahhhh, n-no, no… oh! gods,” you cried out, feeling those childish, overwhelming tears pool in your eyes once more, while your back arched up off of your bed in pure bliss.

“a-angel…!” you whimpered, feeling the angel’s plush lips move up just slightly to begin suckling on your little clit, making you wail and thrash around.

the demon chuckled breathlessly against you, before bringing up a large hand that was holding onto one of your thighs and placed it on your lower belly, holding you down. “aemond,” the demon purred against you, his voice slightly muffled by how he kept licking and sucking at your little, swollen clit.

“a-aemond…?” you whined questionably, not understanding what your precious angel was telling you.

the demon sighed, continuing to suck on your clit, while bringing his other hand that wasn’t holding you down to begin caressing your soaked folds, parting them slightly before slipping a long, calloused finger inside of you, groaning at the warmth and wetness that enveloped him, your walls fluttering at the welcomed intrusion.

“my name… you may call me aemond,” he grunted, before fucking your little fuckhole with a long finger, his pace was furious and wild, while moving his head back and forth as his mouth paid special attention to your engorged clit.

“o-oh…! aemond, a-aemond—please,” you begged, sounding so fucking pretty, aemond felt his cock twitching in his black leather trousers.

aemond continued his ministrations on your drooling cunt, slipping a second one of his deft fingers into you, curling them inside you to find that special spot, which had gone completely unnoticed due to your euphoria—fuck, you stretched around his fingers so beautifully.

once he found it, you screamed his name—causing aemond to purr as he continued gently rubbing the little spongy spot inside of your cunt.

“that’s it, my sweet girl,” aemond hissed, his skilled tongue doing figure eights on your clit, before he abruptly switched his methods—his tongue was now sliding in and out of your tight fuckhole, fucking your virgin hole wildly.

aemond began humping his hips against your bed, his cock angry and in terrible need, but he was known for his patience—two of his drenched fingers rubbed furiously against your clit, coaxing your orgasm forward to spill on his waiting tongue, knowing it wouldn’t take much more for you to come on his tongue.

you cried out, begging for mercy as your belly coiled so tightly, so close to reaching your release, almost feeling like a rubber band was about to snap inside of your belly. “oh, gods! p-please, aemond… i-i need t-to—“ you cut yourself off with a long, high pitched squeal.

aemond’s face was practically smushed against your cunt, before he became practically frenzied—moving both of his lean arms to wrap around your trembling thighs tightly, while pressing his face more so against you, his sharp nose stimulating your clit as he moved his head from side to side, while continuously fucking you with his tongue.

a few moments later, you screeched as you came, your upper body thrashing wildly, your little hands squeezing your blanket so tightly you thought you’d tear holes into the thick linen.

aemond relished in your release, feeling great pride and amusement that he was able to get you to come on his tongue so easily, as well as have you so vulnerable—to have claimed you as his.

soon, soon… he’d fuck you until you were swollen with his demon baby, he’d claim you in every single way imaginable—and the best part?

you’d have nobody to help you, he’d kill anyone who tried taking you away from him—it didn’t matter who, he didn’t care, you belonged to him and only him.

once aemond slurped up all that you had to offer, licking between your folds, while his tongue swirled around your hole once more, making sure to collect every single drop you had spilled, did he pull away—but only for a moment.

aemond gazed up at you, observing you quietly as he usually did, watching as your chest—your beautiful, perky breasts heaved as you tried to catch your breath.

“are you alright, my love?” he cooed, squinting his one-eye up at you to see your flushed face, your skin dewy with sweat and your hair a even more wild mess.

you nodded eagerly, causing aemond to chuckle and lean forward to leave small, open-mouthed kisses across your inner thighs, hearing your breath hitch, causing him to smirk.

“‘tis alright, darling—you may sleep now, close your eyes and dream of me,” he purred, before biting the meaty part of your right thigh—a claiming mark—hearing your yelp and feeling you jolt from the slight pain.

for a moment, you hesitated, not wanting to close your eyes, afraid that your angel—aemond—would disappear forever.

oh, how naïve you were.

no, aemond would never leave you.

aemond raised an eyebrow, sensing your hesitation and fear, making him lick his lips hungrily—he couldn’t help himself but be greedy with you, his precious girl.

your soul was just too sweet, too delectable—he couldn’t give you up now… oh, no, no—that just wouldn’t do.

you were his now—only his.

“you needn’t worry, my sweet. i shall be here when you wake up,” he promised, his voice a low rasp, before he leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss against your throbbing clit, causing you to squeak.

aemond chuckled.

“sleep,” he commanded, his tone of voice holding no question for argument, though he still remained soft with you, not wanting to frighten you.

instantly, you obeyed him—his obedient girl.

oh, if only his dearest mother could see him now, she would be enraged.

still… he couldn’t give you up now, not when he finally has you in his grasp—no. he couldn’t give you up, it was out of the question… you were his, you belonged to him—body, mind, heart and soul.

besides, how else was he supposed to keep feeding off of your soul?

fin

#꒰ ˖ ࣪ . 𖥔 𝗇𝗈𝖺’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. #hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen smut #aemond the kinslayer #aemond one eye #prince aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond fanfic #aemond smut #aemond fluff #hotd aemond #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #hotd x you #hotd x y/n #hotd season 1 #hotd au #demon!aemond targaryen #demon!aemond x reader #demon!aemond #demon!au #modern!aemond #ewan mitchell

[luveline]

hi I am obsessed with your writing! can I request do you want to dance and candy apples with rockstar!eddie, maybe where reader is super quiet and doesn’t seem like the type to date a musician but he is super soft with her offstage even though he’s a total badass on stage?! okay bye love you

join luveline's halloween party ♡

tysm for ur request baby ily! rockstar!eddie x shy!fem!reader

The VIP section in most venues is the same. A balcony backfitted by a bigger room with a bar. Eddie has you sequestered on the balcony, the two of you looking down over crew both roadies and the venue's making preparations for tonight's show.

"Teddy," you begin quizzically, watching his eyes trace the shape of the stage. "Why'd you bring me up here?"

You'll have had to sit up here yourself in a few hours to watch the show.

You can tell he wants to be down there having a little bit of a say in things, though most of the time crew staff ignore him anyways. (Or rather, pretend to indulge his suggestions and do what it is they've been told to do by their boss, instead, as they should.)

He lifts his head from his observing and smiles at you. "Guy can't want some along time with his girl?"

"Up here?"

"Most private place I could think of." He grins, hair falling into his eyes as he straightens his back and extends a pale hand. "We never get any alone time anymore, sweetheart. Miss you."

You thread your fingers together and let him curl you into his chest, a smooth plane that you splay your fingers over lovingly. Before he can try anything you lean into his neck, and before he can complain you dot a little kiss against his throat. You really want a hug right now, and that's what you get.

He leans against the railing. You have no clue how he can do it without having a heart attack but you're too distracted by his nice touching to tell him otherwise, hands seeking the hem of his shirt to rub his back as he rubs yours.

You spend long, private minutes like that. His arms are a sanctuary, as dramatic as it sounds, where you can be as quiet as you want to be without feeling like you're doing something wrong. It's in stark contrast to your boyfriend's turbulent, brash personality. Yet somehow, you always fit. Maybe because he knows when to indulge your solitude, and you know when to cheer him on.

He kisses the top of your head.

"See? I missed this," he says.

You nod hurriedly in agreement. This is nice. This is bliss. His arms and his voice and nothing else, only the echoing hustle of the staff at the bottom of the atrium to reach you.

"It's been loud, these last few days. Are you okay?"

"You asked me that last night," you murmur, brows pinching together in confusion.

"I know, but it was busy last night. Thought maybe you wouldn't feel like you could tell me."

"I'm perfect," you say, startled by his question. "I promise." You lean back against his arms to look him in the face, his chin titling down to indulge you. "Are you okay, Teddy? How's your earache?"

"Fine, it's fine. Just gotta remember to wear the new earplugs tonight. The other ones seep too much." He smiles softly, brings a hand to your cheek. "I'm perfect, too."

You kiss him and hope that it says what you're trying to say. Yeah, you are.

His kiss quickly turns nipping and hard. You buckle underneath it, exhaling hard into his open mouth.

"Teddy," you say, though it's muffled into incomprehnsibility by his insistent kissing.

His thumb presses into the column of your throat as he leans down. You lean back with him, eyes closed and listless at the ardency in his touch.

"Teddy," you say again, giggling. "Stop."

He pulls away, frowning gently. "You okay?"

"Can't kiss me like that up here."

"Why? You don't like it?"

"You know I do..." You let your forehead rest against his chin, hiding from his bright eyes. "Too much."

"C'mon, sweet thing, nobody's up here."

You wrap one of your arms around the back of his neck to try and prevent him from convincing you. You both know how much you liked to be kissed by him, especially his rougher ones that make you dizzy, but you're not willing to be found up here. Not in the state he'll put you in.

"I'll make it worth your while," he tempts, a dulcet murmur.

You breath hard against his frame and grumble.

"What?" he asks.

"I hate you," you lie.

Eddie kisses all the way down your cheek. "I'll believe it when I see it," he says into the corner of your mouth. "Want me to do that thing you like?"

You sigh heavily. "Yeah, please."

#luveline's halloween party #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x shy!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #fem!reader #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson x reader

[underforeversgrace]

Savant par!

From this ask game. (Send me a pairing/group of characters and I'll write a short little scene!)

I hope you wanted fluff because this is a pure 900 words of fucking fluff.

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Danny groaned and he reached outside of the warm cocoon of blankets he was enclosed in, swatting blindly until his hand finally connected with the alarm clock blaring beside his bed.

He knew he should get up, he had classes today… but Tucker’s slow breaths lulled him back into his dreams, curling up at Tucker’s side. It was college, no teacher expected everyone to show up every single day. Besides that, it was him. Their teachers were always more surprised when he showed up than when he didn’t.

Oh well. He was fairly certain none of them were quite able to handle the fact they were teaching a semi-dead teenager who had saved all of them a time or two. Despite his secret having been known for six years by now amongst the Amity population and many of these teachers the same ones he’d had multiple times in the past four years of college, it seemed people still struggled to understand Danny was just a normal kid (most of the time).

The next time Danny awoke, it was to a gentle pressure on his forehead. Danny peeked open one eye, smiling at Tucker’s sleepy face.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Tucker yawned. “You skipped class, did you know that?”

“Mmmm,” Danny hummed noncommittally. “Had better things to do.”

“You should probably get up, you can still make your afternoon physics class,” Tucker said, though he began running his fingers through Danny’s tangled black hair.

Danny made a sound somewhere between a whine and yawn and buried his head into the hollow of Tucker’s throat, listening to the rhythmic beats of his boyfriend’s heart and the blood rushing in his veins. Danny looped one arm over Tucker’s waist, hooking his ankle behind one of Tucker’s legs.

“I thought I was dating a ghost, not a koala,” Tucker laughed, though he didn’t protest. Tucker snaked his one arm under Danny’s neck and let the other lay lazily over Danny’s hip.

“I’m the ghost of a koala,” Danny answered matter of factly.

Tucker laughed, pulling Danny closer. “You’re cold,” he whined, even though his actions showed he clearly didn’t mind.

Danny grinned mischievously and slid his hand under the hem of Tuck’s shirt and against the small of his back. He might have triggered his ice powers just an eensie  weensie bit and Tucker yelped in protest as Danny cackled.

“That’s cheating!” Tucker laughed, squirming to get away from Danny.

“No, mine!” Danny said, playfully tightening his grip on Tucker. “You’re warm and I’m cold!”

Tucker gasped, clearly deeply offended. “Am I just a space heater to you?”

Danny snorted. “Duh. What else would you be - the man I love?”

Tucker chuckled, pressing another kiss to Danny’s forehead. “See, that’s what I thought I was. Are you telling me I’m not?”

“Obviously not,” Danny said with an over exaggerated eye roll. “You’re just the space heater and I’m the devilishly handsome superhero.”

“Oh come on, I’m not even the damsel in distress love interest in this fantasy of yours?”

“Fiiiiine,” Danny said, looking up at Tuck’s smiling face as they poked fun at each other. “I suppose you can be the damsel I save from the monsters.”

“Actually,” Tucker said, pulling away slightly, a thoughtful look on his face, “I have a better idea for my role.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

A smile crossed Tucker’s face and his eyes glinted, playfully, lovingly. “I was thinking I could be the man you marry,” he said.

Danny’s mouth dropped and he nodded ferociously, various sounds of agreement escaped his mouth as he failed to remember the word ‘yes’ in his excitement, when his ghost sense went off, and suddenly Ember and Skulker were there. Danny leapt from the bed, crouching defensively in front of Tucker (and being relieved he had actually pulled on pajamas after his shower last night).

“Ha, take that!” Ember said as Skulker pouted, crossing his arms in defeat. “Told you four eyes would be the one to propose!”

Danny glanced behind him, he and Tucker sharing confused looks.

“The whelp can take me on, but he’s too afraid to ask his boyfriend to marry him?” Skulker demanded. “I’m the Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter! If he’s brave enough to face me, he should fear nothing!”

Ember cackled. “You owe me five bucks!”

“Wait, hold up,” Tuck said, sitting up. “Did you two have a bet about mine and Danny’s relationship?”

“Duh. Half the Zone has some sort of wager! We better be invited to the wedding, pipsqueak.” Ember said, glaring at Danny, who was wondering how it was possible this was the actual life he lived, where semi-enemies made bets on love life.

“I haven’t actually answered yet, y’know,” Danny pointed out, turning back to Tucker, whose face went impressively pale.

Ember and Skulker both went silent behind him, Tucker just staring at him wide-eyed.

Danny grinned and shoved his hand intangibly into the apartment wall, pulling out a small box. “Was there any doubt my answer is yes?” He asked, opening the box to reveal a plain silver ring on the inside.

Tucker laughed and reached for the bedside table, moving aside a bunch of tech manuals and pulling out his own small box. He opened it and moved to show Danny the black band he’d bought. “No. No, I guess there really wasn’t.”

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[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Getting Flustered At Dante’s Flirting

Dante X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Super bad pickup lines (seriously so bad they’re terrible), Dante has no shame, suggestive themes, and violence

Word Count: 846

(A/N:) I’ve had this idea in my drafts for awhile and I am so happy to finally getting around to writing it! I researched cheesy pickup lines and chose the ones I thought sounded the most like what Dante would say. Oh my gosh the cringe. It made me laugh though. Hopefully my fellow Dante fangirls will find this cringey funny as well! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

There was two things that you never wanted to happen when going on missions with Dante, that was bodily injury or Dante getting bored. And right now the latter was happening and you were suffering for it. This mission had started out rough but had cooled off quickly as it had now become a waiting game. You were stuck in close quarters with Dante and he was becoming relentlessly annoying. He liked the pass the time by annoying you majority of the time. But this time he decided to go a different route and embarrass you enough that it would leave you flustered the majority of the day. 

The cramped quarters had him leaning over you, his hot breath causing you to tremble as the hair that had escaped your ponytail brushed your neck. Dante knew the affect he had on you and he smirked to himself. Before puffing an extra hot breath that had you jumping back a little bit. Your body pressed against his gave him an idea as he wrapped an arm around your waist and drew you even closer against him.

“I would take you to the movies after this,” he purred and you glanced back only to see unfettered glee. “But they won’t let you bring in your own snacks.”

You groaned trying to worm away, which only made his grip tighten. Your cheeks were beginning to burn and there may have been a twinge of a headache threatening your skull. But your disgust was only pushing him onward.

“Babe,” Dante cooed, placing his mouth right at your ear to breathlessly whisper. “If you were a Transformer, you’d be Optimus Fine.”

“Oh come on Dante,” you groaned trying harder to get away. “I like Optimus Prime don’t ruin Transformers for me.”

“Are you telling me that I have competition with a giant robot?”

“Keep telling me horrible pickup lines and you won’t have to worry about competition, cause I will bury you,” you snarled.

Dante eased off for a little while, letting you keep an eye out for the devil you were both pursuing. But once again he grew bored. He started with stroking the bare skin on your arm. Lovingly tracing your calloused digits before tangling his fingers with yours. You didn’t mind this part of him, you actually thought he could be quite sweet when he wasn’t being obnoxious. You sucked in a breath when he brought your hand to his chest, the hair on his chest tickling your skin. He had another cocky grin on his lips as you tried to tug away.

“It’s okay I just want you to feel my shirt,” Dante purred pulling you roughly where you fell against him. “It’s made of husband material.”

“Oh my gosh please stop!”

“Your middle name must be Gillette baby,” he paused kissing the tip of your nose. “Because you’re the best a man can get.”

“Nooo,” you groaned. “You don’t even shave you idiot!”

“I would for you,” he answered.

You glared, “No you wouldn’t. Can you just please focus on the mission instead of goofing around?!”

“I’m beginning to think you’re a bank loan sweetheart...”

You were seriously contemplating punching him in the mouth. Unfortunately it would just hurt your hand and it wouldn’t take him long to heal up and be back up to blathering away and telling you horrible pickup lines.

“Cause you have all my interest,” Dante finished.

Before you could say anything, your saving grace finally emerged from the shadows. You wordlessly tore from Dante’s grip and jumped from the window. Immediately Dante followed, entering the fray and fighting by your side. He was surprisingly quiet while you both battled. He must have figured out you had had enough of his foolishness for the moment. When you were fighting, if he wasn’t careful you had no qualms about putting a knife in him by “accident”. With the devil dispatched and Redgrave safe once more, Dante took you both back home. You had never been so happy to see the Devil May Cry office. 

You tugged your boots off, chucking them by the front door and unstrapping your weapons. With the weight gone, you felt so much more comfortable. You stretched and yawned, thinking about taking a shower when Dante stepped at your side.

“I’m in the mood for pizza,” he said and you deflated happy that it wasn’t another pickup line.

When he grasped your wrist tightly, you jerked looking up to find him grinning once again. You tried escaping but he quickly swept you off your feet into his arms.

“A pizza you that is,” he laughed as you struggled to free yourself.

“I freaking hate you and your stupid pickup lines,” you screeched trying to fight the blush that refused to go away. Dante kissed you gently on the lips, carrying you to the back of the building. He wanted to make it up to you as you really put up with a lot. He mostly liked seeing you so flustered, so he didn’t plan on quitting now or ever.

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[neverinadream]

Little Bird

Summary: Just like you, Birdy is terrible at sleeping through a thunderstorm.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Little Bird - Jonas Brothers

Warnings: dad!christian, soft!christian, not edited, my writing

Notes: don't even know if this any good but i listened to this song for the first time today and got the tiniest, and i mean tiniest, slither of motivation to try and produce something. burn out isn't fun people. anyway, feedback is always appreciated

Birdy's nursery was alive with noise at such a late hour of the night. Only the heavy pelting of raindrops hitting her bedroom windows and the loud cracking of thunder could be heard over her cries. The first rumbling of thunder had disrupted her and, after leaning over to kiss your cheek and to tell you to go back to sleep, Christian trudged tiredly into the newborn's room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with one hand, fixing his hair with the other, and yawning loudly as his feet walked across the soft carpet over to her cot.

"What's this about, huh?" He asks, with a calm and soothing voice, leaning into the cot to scoop her into his arms. Big, watery brown eyes stare back at him, the loud cries turning into quiet whimpers as he now held her in his arms. "It's okay. You're okay," he coos, "daddy's got you." A big rumble of thunder causes one big cry to escape her tiny lungs, spilling fresh tears down her face. It ached his heart to see her so frightened.

It came as no surprise to him that Birdy should find trouble sleeping during a thunderstorm. You were the same. He had heard plenty of tales from your parents about you diving under their covers as a young child, hiding away from the thunder and finding comfort and safety in your dad's warm embrace. And had experienced it first-hand, staying up late with you, talking nonsense as you both waited for the weather to settle. Never in the twenty-something years had he been on this planet would he ever thought he would be asked if he would still love someone if they were a worm. Or listen to the 'fascinating' story of a pigeon you once saw as you took a shortcut through a park.

"It's just a bit of silly thunder," he cradles her closely into his chest, balancing her carefully on one arm so he could gently caress her chubby cheek with the back of his finger, "I promise you that it can't hurt you." He lowers to kiss the top of her head, the thick wisps of brunette curls tickling his face. "Nothing will ever hurt you," he whispers the promise between them like it was a secret made only for the newborn's ears, "not a single thing or person will ever hurt you, not whilst I'm around."

"Unless it's a spider," you interrupt him, making your presence known to both of them, "then he'll scream like a little girl, run away and leave to defend for your life on your own."

"That was one time and, in my defence, it was a big spider," you listen to him plead his case to your daughter, who had now gradually calmed to the soft tone of his voice, "but I did not scream like a little girl."

"He did."

"I did not."

"He did," you both bicker like children, "but you're in safe hands with this one, baby." You reach out to touch her hand, smiling lovingly down at her as she instinctively wraps the chubby fist around your finger. "When your daddy makes a promise, he makes sure to keep it," you turn to look at him, meeting his eyes that were already gazing down at you, "though I am waiting for that one promise you made me."

His eyes widen, "we are in the presence of innocent ears, babe."

"I didn't mean that one," you roll your eyes, failing to catch your giggle before it rolled off your tongue, "but thank you for reminding me about it. I meant the one about you promising me that we'll finally get a dog after Birdy was born." His mouth forms an 'o' shape. "Yeah, that one," you nod, "Birdy's coming up to a month and we haven't been to a single shelter yet; think of all the dogs that are desperate to find their forever home."

"Dramatic much?"

"Dramatic enough to make you say yes?"

"I really hope she doesn't turn out to be as dramatic as you," Christian gestures to Birdy, adjusting to rest her against his chest, her head tucked tightly under his chin. You watched her release your hand and bring it to him, brushing her fingers in a sort of grabbing motion against his chest. Every so often her eyes would open and close, fighting the inevitable slumber that she would soon have to give into. "If I say yes will you please go back to bed?" He pleads, after noticing you were also having trouble keeping your eyes open.

"I'll go to bed, but I can't promise I'll go back to sleep." He leans to kiss your temple, humming as you reciprocate the touch of affection with a kiss on his arm, too tired and too lazy to reach for his lips. You gently stroke your fingers over the back of Birdy's head, leaning in to peck the side of her face that was turned to you. "See you in five?" You mumble, finally pulling away from the both of them.

He answers without saying a word, nodding his head and glancing over his shoulder to watch you disappear into the darkness of the upstairs landing. With you now gone, he returns his attention to Birdy, cradling the back of her head in his hand and gently kissing the top of her head. "She's right, you know," he mumbles, his voice turning softer than it had been before, "I keep my promises."

He places her back inside the cot, being careful not to wake her as he removes her from his arms. "So, even when you're all grown up and you've got a whole life and a family all of your own, I will still be there to protect you from all the scary things that go bump in the night. Day or night. Countries apart from each other. Just say the word and I'll be there, with my sword and shield, ready to fight off any monster that scares you." He leans over to readjust the stuffed animal his sister had gifted to them. "But just promise me you won't grow up too fast, yeah? I don't want to blink and suddenly find myself walking you down the aisle, okay? For now, just be my little bird."

He waited around until he was sure enough that she wouldn't wake up again and when he returned to your bedroom, you were already asleep on your side of the bed, your hand stretched out to touch his pillow. Not wanting to wake you up, he carefully lifts your arm and drapes it over his waist as he climbs back into bed.

Feeling the weight of the bed change, you shuffle closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder, breathing in the smell of the body wash he had used in the shower earlier that night. It was now one of the many scents that resembled home to you. "If Birdy ends up being dramatic then it's only because she got it from you," you tiredly mumble agaisnt him.

"How am I dramatic?" He asks, with one eye open.

"I think some would say it's dramatic to propose to someone after only being in a relationship with them for a year," you argue, nuzzling your face against him.

"Okay," he rests his hand over the back of yours, feeling the gold band of your wedding ring against the underside of his fingers, "but you still said yes."

A happy sigh drifts past your lips. "Yes, I did."

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[achaotichuman]

Marry Me

Tamlin Week Day Five (yes I know it is day 6, I didn't get time to upload yesterday) Today I decided to, you guessed it, write some Tamcien.

The prompt I am using is masquerade. Tamlin has been wanting to marry Lucien for two years now, and finally he is putting his plan into action.

Let's hope all goes smoothly for him.

You can read on Ao3 or below the cut!

Pen tucked behind golden curls. Tamlin read over the poem he had spent hours agonising over once again. 

Furrowing his brow, read it over another time, which quickly turned into a third, then a fourth, followed by a fifth. Not the longest poem he had ever written, but certainly not the shortest. A page of a babbling love confession, full of smooth compliments and hidden meanings about their time together. What it did to his heart. How it solely belonged to the person he was writing this for. 

“Okay.” Tamlin took a deep breath, finally happy with the result of his labour, he folded up and tucked the poem in a hidden pocket in his jacket, where the box of emerald velvet lay. 

What was harder than writing the poem, was finding the ring to go along with it. How does one shop for jewellery for the male that has ever accessory the world’s richest could ask for? It is incredibly difficult. And the decision took two years. 

Two years since Tamlin ultimately decided he was going to marry Lucien Vanserra. Two years and he was finally ready. 

At the first light that morning. When Lucien and Tamlin were tangled in a mess of limbs, sheets and�� other things, Tamlin had looked up at the male as he opened his sleepy eyes. Scarlet hair frizzy, a piece stuck in his mouth, a sliver of drool dried on the corner of his mouth, and a bleary face. Tamlin had never felt more in love. He had tucked a lock of hair behind Lucien’s ear and kissed his head. Lucien had responded by tucking his face into Tamlin’s shoulder, strong arms around the High lord’s waist, pulling him in closer. 

Ever the dare-devil, that Lucien Vanserra had grinding up against him and in a second they were consumed with lazy love-making as the sun rose up behind them. 

In that sweet, slow moment. Tamlin knew it was finally the day. Even though he had already been planning this exact moment, on this exact day for months. He knew it was perfect, he had picked well. 

When they had finally dragged themselves from the comfort of their bed and the warmth of the other. Tamlin had dragged Andras into distracting Lucien for the day. Getting them to go off on a hunting ride and conveniently ‘get lost’. 

Bron and Hart, along with Alis and her gally of servants and maids were joining Tamlin in setting everything up. 

Ten hours of work later and Tamlin was oh so pleased with the result. 

Everyone was exhausted, but no tiredness could outweigh the excitement quivering in everyone. Tamlin stared at what they had all managed to create. A party unlike any other. A massive ball being thrown, a masquerade no less. Everyone from the Lords and Ladies to the field workers were dressed to the nines in their finery tonight. The Spring Court Manor had been transformed for the night into a wonderworld. Full of dim candle light. Soft, lovingly haunting music filling the air with sweet notes. The smell of roasts, berries and chocolate wafted through the air, mixing with the perfumes of hundreds of ladies in gowns, flowers riding up the sides of their skirts.

It was… not a traditional celebration of Spring. Any kind of traditional party often involved a lot of barefootedness and losing your skirts in a tree with a ravenous partner. Or dancing like you were fighting in a quick upbeat celebration while the bonfires roared, and people drank and danced. 

Whilst Tamlin preferred the more down and dirty parties, Lucien liked this. This more upstyle, classy celebration. It was what he came from, and what he always savoured and enjoyed. 

So Tamlin would give it to him. Tamlin would give anything to him. 

“Ready?” Alis asked. Adjusting her own golden mask. Tamlin swallowed hard as he fixed up his green and gold waistcoat. Adjusting the golden drop piercings in his ears, and fixing up his coat. 

“Yes. Where is Andras and Lucien?”

“Andras just convinced Lucien to winnow directly into their rooms.” Bron giggled as he ran up to join them. Hart quick on his talk, both shaking with their poorly contained laughs. The two troublemakers hardly being able to keep their glee to themselves. 

Alis rolled her eyes and quickly snapped at the two, “Well get into place. Announce to everyone to quiet down and dim the lights.”

They scurried off to do as told and Tamlin and Alis quickly headed for Lucien’s room. Tamlin shoving his mask into his pocket so as to not give Lucien a jump scare when he saw him.

Standing at the outside of their shared quarters, Tamlin gave Alis a sickened worried look. Before he could so much as ask about backing out, Alis smacked the back of his head. 

“You. Will. Be. Fine.” Alis hushed his thoughts. 

“I know but-” She smacked his head again. 

“Tamlin Kali Fairburn, stop backing out and get your man.” She told him. Before promptly knocking on the door for him and running back off to make sure everything was properly down. He nearly shouted after her for leaving him alone but before he could, Lucien opened the door, stood clad in only soft grey sleep pants. 

“Tamlin why are you knoc-” Lucien cut himself off as he looked Tamlin up and down, observing the fine clothes he wore. 

“Hello, handsome.” Lucien purred, a smirk slipping over his face, “Are we off to somewhere tonight?”

“We are actually.” Tamlin said, waves of nervousness coursing through him, it was a wonder his knees didn’t give out and he collapsed on the floor. 

Lucien cocked his head, “Oh? Where too then?”

“Out.” Tamlin answered with, “Somewhere nice.”

“A surprise then?” Lucien lifted a perfect red eyebrow as he crossed his arms, “No hints?”

“None at all.” Tamlin said, a smile starting to slip onto his own face. Lucien was just easy like that, so easy to talk to, so easy to be around. All over again, he was falling in love all over again. 

“One.” Lucien said, stepping forward and putting his hands on Tamlin’s chest, feeling up and up until those slender arms wrapped around his neck, “One hint.”

“It’s closer than you think.” Tamlin decided to say. Before putting both hands on Lucien’s waist, and leading him back into their room, “Now change my love.”

Lucien seemed to consider trying his luck at coercing Tamlin into telling him, but ultimately gave in and turned back towards their closet. 

Tamlin sat back on the edge of their bed, waiting for Lucien to dress. As anxiety still welled in his chest, so did something else. Excitement, pure excitement. God if, no when, he would only say when, when Lucien said yes, a new chapter began.

First the wedding which everyone would want to be involved with, that would take a lot longer than the engagement would. At least a decade before they finished tying to knot, but who was counting the years? They were immortal, they had forever. 

But after the wedding, what then? Obviously what they did now, and ruling their court as usual. Maybe one day a baby or two. Gods, what would they look like? A baby girl, or a baby boy, or maybe both, or just two of one. Who knew, Tamlin honestly didn’t care whether they were a boy or a girl, he would love them all the same. Maybe they would look like Lucien with his flowing crimson hair, darkened skin and flaming amber eyes. Or they would look like Tamlin, or a mix. Oh, a baby girl with scarlet curls and green eyes. Or a baby boy with golden hair and glowing amber eyes. 

“Tam?” Tamlin nearly startled as he looked up to see the light of his life standing dressed before him. In a suit of green and white. He picked out an outfit that complimented Tamlin’s perfectly. 

Tamlin smiled as he stood, walking over, he cupped Lucien’s beautiful face. Before kissing him oh so gently, “You’re beautiful.”

“I know.” Lucien smiled, “So are you.”

Tamlin grinned back, before his eyes quickly lit up and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gilded mask, in the shape of a fox’s face. He took Lucien’s hands and pressed the mask to him. 

“A mask?” Lucien questioned, scrunching up his nose. 

“Indeed.” Tamlin confirmed as he pulled out his own golden mask and set it on his face. Lucien watched him warily but did as told and put on the mask, taking a few seconds to adjust it before smiling up at Tamlin. 

“Ready?” Tamlin asked, offering his arm which Lucien quickly took.

“Of course, now show me what you’re hiding.” The fox demanded, Tamlin laughed as together they left the room and headed down the hall. 

Lucien kept trying to guess as they walked and Tamlin kept saying no. 

“The new restaurant is having some masquerade event?” 

“Nope.” That place was actually under renovations at the moment. 

“We’re going to the Summer Court for a celebration?”

“No.” As if Norstrus would ever even consider a masquerade. 

Lucien sighed, exhausting his options. A he tried to think of more, Tamlin led him down the labyrinth of stairs, before eventually standing before the closed doors of the ballroom. Lucien stared at him confused, tilting his head as he asked, “What are we doing here?”

Tamlin squeezed his hand, face burning, blood pumping, heartbeat pounding in his ears, as he whispered, “Surprise.”

Throwing the door open, the room erupted into cheers and applause. The music immediately turning back on and dancing beginning once again as if the sudden welcoming of Lucien into the party never happened. 

Lucie stared mouth agape at the scene practically cut from a book was beheld before him. He slowly looked over to Tamlin who was smiling sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“You did all this?” Lucien asked incredulously. 

“With some help.” Tamlin glanced over at Alis who was chaperoning Bron and Hart as they grabbed each other’s arms and swung themselves around and around in circles. 

“And you got Andras to distract me.” Lucien crossed his arms as he accused. 

As if summoned by his name alone, the wolf prowled up behind Lucien. Suddenly jumping out behind, causing Lucien to flinch slightly. Andras gave a grin to both of them, to which Lucien pushed his finger into the older male’s chest, “You got us lost on purpose.”

Andras just held up his rough hands, “I was given orders and I fulfilled them.”

Tamlin shrugged, as Lucien turned his fake furious eyes on him, “Oh so that was an order?”

“I said keep you out until nightfall by whatever means necessary, he’s the one that suggested getting lost in the woods.”

“It worked, did it not?” The brown-haired male leaned back on his heels, shoving his hands into his pockets. Lucien rolled his eyes and Tamlin had to hide his laugh behind his palm. 

“Go make doe-eyes at Alis, Andras, your work is done.” Tamlin clasped his shoulder, the older chuckled briefly. 

“Planning on it.” As he said the words he cast his eyes in the direction of where Alis was playing babysitter for the chaos twins who were getting dangerously close to a table of breakables. 

Andras told them to enjoy their evening before striding off to join Alis, and distract her from her work. 

“How long has that male been courting her?” Lucien asked as he watched Alis’ eyes light up as Andras neared. 

“Five hundred and fifty years.” Tamlin murmured, Lucien whistled low. 

It was no rare occurrence for a courtship, especially one not between mates, to last for centuries, the longest of history lasting millenia. Being Fae had it’s perks, living forever, basking in immortality and lacking the fear of death that mortals were instilled with led for people taking their sweet time in everything. 

Tamlin however, could not imagine waiting that long to finally put the ring burning in his pocket on Lucien’s finger. They had been courting for two hundred years, since Lucien came to Spring. A shorter courtship than Andras and Alis’, but not the shortest for a Faery. 

As the music in the air swirled and the people began to dance a heartbeat quicker, Tamlin looked over at Lucien. All beauty and dashing, charming face with sweet eyes, a soft flicker in that burning amber. His gaze sweeping over the work that had been made up for him. 

Tamlin cleared his throat and Lucien looked back at him. Holding out his hand, the High lord asked, “My Lord, may I have this dance?”

Slowly, the softest smile that the male could have ever bestowed to him appeared on Lucien’s face. He took his hand gracefully, murmuring, “You may.”

With what he was sure was the same smile echoed on his own features, Tamlin swept Lucien onto the dancefloor. And all of a sudden, it was just them in the world. Just Tamlin with his hands on Lucien’s waist, and in his hand. Lucien with his smile and body pressed against his. Tamlin and Lucien moving like fluid through the room to the heartbeat of the music, falling into sync with each other as they faded away from the rest of the world. Becoming a bubble of their own. 

Then the music began to slow, cutting them from the small world they had floated off too. Slowly the music came to an end, looking around they had found the centre of the ball. Standing in a circle made by the hundreds of people present. Tamlin held both of Lucien’s hands in his, as the red headed male looked around, confused as to why the music stopped and everyone was watching them. 

He furrowed his brow, and Tamlin finally took out the poem he had spent so long making sure was utterly perfect. Pulling it from his jacket pocket he felt his face burn from the people staring. But he forced himself to untangle his hands from Luciens as he unfolded the crisp white paper. 

“Lucien Vanserra-” Tamlin started, reading from the top, “You-”

He got no further, as there was the sound of glass shattering echoing through the otherwise silent ballroom. 

A series of gasps unfurled as Lucien and Tamlin whipped around to several glass tables knocked over and shattered on the ground. Bron and Hart, their hands bleeding, atop them. 

The four stared at each other. Bron and Hart too stupidly shocked to say anything besides stare like gaping dead fish. 

“Look out!” A scream echoed, all Tamlin heard was a faint ringing sound before Lucien was jumping atop him to drag him out of the way as the crystal and gold chandelier above crashed to the floor. 

Screaming broke out as people rushed from the shards of glass and metal. Lucien was still atop Tamlin, the High lord quickly scooped his lover up in his arms. Lucien wrapped his arms around Tamlin’s neck, breathing a repeated, ‘Thank god, thank god, thank god.’

Still shaking from the adrenaline, Lucien was only happy he had managed to shove Tamlin out of the way in time. Tamlin cradled the male close whilst plotting all the way he was going to torture Bron and Hart for this. By the time he looked back over to where they had been, they were long gone. But Tamlin had no doubts Alis had simply taken them. 

His thoughts were confirmed by Andras who ran up to him and said, “Alis had Bron and Hart tied to chairs and ready for a tongue lashing. You and him retire for the night, we’ll handle this.”

Tamlin could only nod as he held Lucien tighter and walked from the chaotic scene that had become the ballroom. 

Beginning to head up the stairs towards their quarters, Lucien then threaded his fingers through Tamlin’s hair and whispered, “Let's go somewhere away from here.”

The blond blinked quickly, “Are you sure?”

Lucien gave a sleepy smile, his eyes falling shut as he murmured, “Take me to the meadow.”

Even though every part of his body was screaming in shame from the disaster that just occured. Tamlin smiled at the request, obediently, they were engulfed in a cool breeze. Falling between the pockets of the world, before Tamlin’s feet touched the soft, soft grass of the meadow. Drenched in moonlight. He went down to his knees and laid Lucien out before him. 

The red head looked up and smiled, reaching out his hand, he cupped Tamlin’s cheek, “You did so well tonight.”

At once he drew back slightly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean? Everything was a disaster.”

Lucien shook his head, “No, you surprised me, with a beautiful gift. Gave me a wonderful dance. It was Bron and Hart’s stupidity that led to the abrupt end, and I don’t doubt after what Andras and Alis will say, that they’ll won’t do it again.”

“Those two don’t have two sticks to rub together.” Tamlin said deadpan, Lucien snorted. 

“No they don’t, dear.” Shuffling up, Lucien leaned back on his elbows, “So… what was tonight about?”

“Sorry?”

“What was tonight about?” Did Lucien’s eyes always sparkle like that in the moonlight? 

Curling inwards a little, Tamlin averted his eyes, not wanting to think about the cut off proposal at all, “Nothing, just… just a gift.”

“It sounded like you had something to say to me.” Lucien said, in that sly tone that told Tamlin he knew more than he was letting on. 

“Maybe I did.” Tamlin whispered so quietly. 

There was silence, as Tamlin’s heart roared in his ears until there was a faint ringing all around. Suddenly Tamlin felt warm fingers under his chin, guiding him to look up. He gave in and looked at Lucien, really looked at him. 

The male’s face was so soft, so sweet, looking so gorgeous in the moonlight. A blush spread over Tamlin’s skin, hot all over, his heart feeling like it might try to fly away. Everytime they ended up like this, just on the brink of closing the distance between their lips. Tamlin got the same butterflies in his stomach that he got when they first kissed. That never changed, never went away. 

“Tell me, Tam.” Lucien whispered in the space between them. 

It broke, all his resolve, all his care, all his shame and guilt, it all broke. 

“I love you.” Tamlin choked out, feeling like he was being strangled by the air around him, “I love you so much, you’re so sweet, and kind and caring. You love me so much, and you tell me everyday. I want to wake up with you next to me every morning. I want your face to be the last I see every night. I want to be by your side everyday. I want to kiss only you everyday. I want to be with you, only you, only ever you everyday. I want to have a wedding with you under the willow tree. I want to spend all my nights with you. I want to have kids with you. I want to grow into a bitter old man with only you.”

Lucien was smiling so wide, tears streaming, dripping down to his neck and soaking his collar. His hands moved to cup Tamlin’s face. Who hadn’t realised his tears were pouring from his eyes. 

“Marry me, Lucien.” Tamlin finally said, “Please, will you marry me?”

They were both shaking. Under the soft gaze of the silver above. In the quiet of the meadow. Surrounded by only the wildflowers, the breeze and the owls that swooped in and out of the surrounding forest. They were together, in their bubble, taking their time. 

Lucien leaned forward, brushing his lips against Tamlin’s throbbing pulse point. Breathing in the scent. Moving his hands to curl around Tamlin’s own. Moving that hot mouth up to his chin. Leaving a light kiss there, he travelled down again and nipped at his pulse point, kissing again, and again. Starting to map out his neck with his lips. 

The intimacy ran deep. Lucien was calming him down, at the same time fire was stoking in his core. The intensity was nearly too much for him. All these emotions. He was drowning in them. He couldn’t be happier about it. 

“Of course I will.” Lucien cried into his neck, tear of pure joy rolling down his face. “Yes I will marry you, Tamlin.”

Tamlin felt himself shaking all over. He quickly grabbed Lucien’s face and kissed him hard, unable to contain himself. Lucien wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him down on top of him. They both laughed like children as they rolled in the field of grass and wildflowers. 

Suddenly, Tamlin almost thanked Bron and Hart for their disruption. This was what he wanted. Lucien and him, carefree and unbothered. Under the starlit sky in the meadow. In the dirt and down with each other. 

“I love you.” Lucien whispered. 

“I love you.” Tamlin whispered back. 

@tamlinweek

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[thepaintedlady00]

Is this what I should be writing? No. Is it what my brain has become obsessed with? Yes. 😅😂 SO, my friend and I have been playing Baldur's Gate 3 and last week she just sent me a piece of fanart for Enver Gortash and a The Dark Urge Tav. She wrote me an essay about how a story about these two and their tragic pasts and sexy chemistry and eventual love affair and angst was just so perfect and blah blah blah. No big deal, right? WRONG! WRONG! Because now it's stuck in my head and I've been writing long ass blurbs for a fic that I did not have planned whilst I'm supposed to be writing like 2 other things right now! 🤣 Well, anyway, here this is because *looks at script my friend wrote out for me* "I'm the boss (writer) and I can do (write) whatever I want" 🧍‍♀️. Let me know if y'all enjoy this because boy oh boy do I have more (it's literally turning into ANOTHER 20 plus chapter series). Thanks for the brain rot you bitch (said lovingly), I hope you enjoy the tiny peek into the fic you want so badly!

The glinting steel reflected the vision of pale skin - skin I wanted nothing more than to slice open. The man made a slight, quiet noise. It wasn’t one I usually heard when about to take a life. Everyone else was always babbling, clearly terrified to die, but he seemed to be bored… annoyed. I admired the way the chilled, freshly sharpened blade kissed his neck so nicely before his hands finally stopped their intricate movements, and he slowly settled back against his chair. "We have to stop meeting like this."

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't slit your throat."

"It'd be such a waste of a pretty neck," he joked. I pulled the blade back more, nearly cutting the tender flesh he seemed so fond of. He made some noise of protest and quickly added, "As well as a waste of a powerful ally."

The laugh that bubbled out of my throat was unexpected. It'd been so long since I'd laughed. Surely he was joking. I kept the knife steady as I stepped out from behind the chair and truly examined him. He was fit enough, with strong arms and a well-toned physique with a power that surrounded him as well, but it was but a simmer... A meager fountain in some garden compared to the power I'd witnessed. He grinned beneath my gaze. "See something you like, assassin?"

"If you're so powerful, then why is it me that holds your life in my hands?" I asked, with an arched brow.

"It would be rude of me to interrupt. You are doing such a lovely job with all these vague threats."

"You'd risk your life on some self-imposed manners?"

He rolled his eyes. "You aren't going to kill me."

I grinned at his boldness. "No?" Pressing the dagger down I made sure to draw blood this time. The sight of it made my mouth go dry, anticipation humming through me. "You would make a pretty corpse."

"I've no doubts about that," he agreed with barely a flinch. "But, if you'd intended for me to die, I suspect I would have been dead weeks ago when you first paid me a visit."

His words - those cursed words he'd uttered the first time my blade touched his throat rang in my ears. "You're beautiful."

A chill, a fragment of a feeling, crawled up my spine, and the dark urge to bleed him dry went quiet. Slowly I withdrew my blade, leaning back to sit on his table, not caring if his papers smudged. "What do you want, slaver?"

The man's lips curled up into a snarl at the term, but he quickly tempered himself. "An alliance."

"And what exactly are we allying against?" I questioned with a hum. "We don't exactly run in the same circles."

"We are far more similar than you think, Bhaalspawn."

My blade twisted in between my fingers as I shoved forward and dug it into the back of the chair, just an inch shy of his face. Baring my teeth I let out a low growl. "Who told you what I am?"

The man smiled, not at all deterred by my blade nor my voice. "No one. I knew what you were the moment I saw you." He leaned forward, so close our noses nearly touched. "You'll want to keep that secret close though."

"Bold of you to threaten me,” I complimented with a slight raise of my brow.

"Oh, it's not a threat," he corrected. "Simply some advice from one worshiper to another."

"You worship Bhaal?"

"Gods no," he scoffed. "Murder doesn't exactly fit my particular skill set. Besides, these silks are far too fine a fabric to stain with all that blood. No, I prefer power... Status... Tyranny."

I rolled my eyes with a quiet scoff of my own. "A disciple of Bane then. How fitting for a cocksure man."

His head tilted slightly, eyes dragging down the length of me as I leaned back into the table. "I'm certain we'll have plenty of time to explore how cocksure I am whilst we work together."

"I haven't agreed to work with you yet."

"Yes you have," he replied, confident and unwavering. "You see the potential in such an alliance. Two dark gods are more powerful together than one alone. United we could do so much more."

With a quiet hum I regarded his words carefully. He held some semblance of truth in his statement. Bhaal was not as strong as he once was, his worship and power long declined. Uniting, even if just for a short time, with another Chosen could prove to be useful in achieving both our goals. There was something in me that stirred beneath the man's steady, unflinching gaze... Something warm and foreign. Once again his first words to me filled my mind. "You're beautiful."

Reaching forward I pulled my blade from the wood and pointed it at his neck again. "Get rid of the flyers or the next time we meet my blade will bury itself in your throat."

"Does that mean you accept?" He questioned with almost a giddy smirk.

"It means I'll consider it." 

I wearily watched him rise to his feet, towering over me. "How shall I summon you again?"

My jaw clenched. "You do not summon me. If the Temple of Bhaal agrees to participate in this plot of yours I shall find you."

"And if not?"

"Then I will still find you, and I will kill you."

"Splendid," he mocked with a clever bow. "I, Enver Gortash, shall eagerly await your return."

"The flyers," I reminded, stepping around him to move back toward the window.

His boots scuffed against the floor, the boards creaking beneath his weight. "What shall I call you? Assassin? Or your moniker perhaps? What was it... The Dark Urge." The man, Gortash, made a displeased noise. "I'd much prefer your name if it's all the same to you."

I should have left - I had every intention just to leave, and yet my steps halted. The chilled breeze from the cracked window brought goosebumps to my arms, every hair rising on end from the cold or perhaps from the sudden and odd anticipation that filled me. I turned my head to the side, eyes slyly glancing at him as the soft whisper of the name... My name rolled off my tongue. "Remora."

Gortash smiled. It was different from the others... Softer... Genuine. The sight of it sent a sharp sensation through my chest before it vanished, and he teasingly bowed again. "I await your swift return, Remora."

Shaking off the weight of those unknown feelings I climbed through the window and leapt into the dark night. Loose shingles shifted beneath my light steps as I hurried across the rooftop. The wind stung my cheeks and threatened to pull my hood from my head as I slowed and looked back at the window. I could barely make out the shape of him standing there, looking out into the night as if he could still see me. A frustrated bubble of annoyance finally burst within me and made me want to groan as I quickly realized he was right.

I had already decided to join him.

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[butterfluffy]

Hello!! I really love your writings especially the fluffy One Piece fics, so I was wondering if you can make a Sanji one since he's always overlooked since he's a pervert and all, where the reader is like him and is so lovestruck towards him, she's always honest and bold and always does lovey things to him. This flusters Sanji since he's the type to serve, not being the one served.

Sanji literally deserves love and appreciation! THANK YOUUU, HAVE A GREAT DAY!💖💖

“serving you”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· sanji is this type of guy to serve you all his lovr, but what about reversing the roles, serving him your love instead?

⠀⠀➧ fluff | v. sanji × f!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, other than swearing...! mistakes may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ request are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: sanji appreciation day. 😋💗 also, i am very, VERY sorry for the extremely long delay that took MONTHS. 💀

A small chuckle leaves your lips the instant you heard your name get called so lovingly by a certain blond cook that is now rushing towards you with heart eyes.

“My beautiful Y/n-swaaaannn~!!” Sanji calls with an exclaim, immediately catching your attention, “Ah, my handsome prince, Sanjiiii~! Hey!!”

Returning the same energy by your greeting, you then turned to Sanji who smiled, presenting a drink to you.

“I prepared you your favorite drink to keep you hydrated~” He says with a coo gently placing your drink down beside you, bowing after, being the gentleman he is.

“Aww, thank you Sanji, I appreciate it..!” You thanked, sending Sanji a wink that caused him to shudder, face turning red as his heart comically popped out of his chest.

“..I-I-It's n-nothing, m'lady, Y/n-san! It—It is my duty to serve you after all!” Sanji exclaims, attempting to hide his flushed self behind the tray your drinks were previously placed on..

“Oh Sanji... You're being unfair.” You mutter, standing before the cook who tried his best to maintain eye contact as your hand reached out to his face, shit.

Throat then running dry in an instant, no words spilled out of Sanji's mouth as you caress his cheek so gently with a smile on your face, getting his heart to pound even louder than before—scaring him, thinking that the whole world might hear it, you might hear it...

“My dear... Don't be so unfair by being the only one serving love, mhm?” Slinging your arms over his shoulder, Sanji gulped, chest heaving up and down as you neared his face, getting him crazy by the next thing he expected you to do—

A kiss. Just as he expected, leaving him in a flustered, messy state—stuttering, shaking, and blushing brightly as he stood frozen in place.

“Y..Y/n—Y/n-san, you—I—” Hushing him with a finger, you then laughed, other hand holding his. “Hush, love. Just let me serve you like you serve me, so we can be fair and square, alright~?” “A-Ah.. Y..Yes, l...love...!”

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[vivalarevolution]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷

Robb Stark x Targaryen Reader

Request: „Hi! Hope you're having a great day, if you don't mind, please could you write a robb stark x reader?‟

„can you do just a fluffy oneshot with robb where reader thought he was dead (they were betrothed and in love so reader was like still in mourning even tho it's been months since he died) and turns out he survived the Red Wedding along with Grey Wind and they just have this super fluffy and teary reunion and later that day reader just wanted to cuddle robb and never let go hope that makes sense!‟

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing for Robb Stark. I put two requests together in this story from anons I hope you as well as them gonna like it. 

English is not my native language so I am sorry for any mistakes.

*Thoughts, memories, and other languages are written in bold italics.

He was standing in front of her. Safe and sound, and above all... alive.

She looked at him with a shadow of tears in her violet eyes. Her hands, cold and trembling, held his neck like a lifeline, helping her not to drown in the ocean of bitterness and despair. The man held her near him, wanting to have her as close as possible, never wanting to let go, his hands gripping the material of the white-haired woman coat. In a silent act, conveying the care he wanted to soothe the heart of the dragon princess.

But nothing was able to help her.

-I beg you- she whispered on the verge of hysteria -I beg you, Robb, don't agree to Lord Frey's proposal. I can not loose you.

-You will not loose me. I am yours and you are mine, now, until the end of our days -he replied kissing her forehead lovingly.

-I don't want the end of your days to end tomorrow night, I won't let it happen - the woman said firmly- The people of Westeros are manipulative, wherever they go, they look for a chance. To use, to take and...

-I am the king of the north, but I am also a man of honor - Stark tried to explain to her, running his large hands over her soft skin.

-My father was a king - the young Targaryen drawled through her teeth - He saw people as traitors, unconsciously creating them himself. He paid for it with life, not only his but also his children. Don't make the same mistake.

-I will attend this wedding - said the brunette, sticking to his sentence - You should go there with me, as the future queen of the north - he added, more quietly, even though the two lovers were alone anyway.

-In the morning, me and Jaelarys return to Essos - she announced to Robb's surprise. -Dany want to discuss further expanding our alliances in here. I can't keep her waiting.

-So you're leaving me?- the northman asked, trying to hide the pain in his voice.

-I haven't seen my sister in over six months -Y/n said, offended -I want to see if she's safe, I have to. She may need me.

-I need you - replied her lover.

-Now you're the king of the north - the violet-eyed whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth -Maybe when I come back, you'll be the king of all seven kingdoms -she added, connecting their foreheads.

She said this words trying to hide her anger, preferring to leave rather than listen, not knowing at the time that that conversation was their last.

Or so she thought.

-Gaomagon ao gīmigon bisa vala,mandia? (Do you know this man, sister?) Daenerys asked, waking the princess from her thoughts.

-Kessa (Yes) - she managed to say - Īles se Dārys hen Jelmor (He was the king of the north) - she added more quietly.

-Oh- only came out of Taragryen's mouth- I thought Robb Stark...died -she admitted surprised, trying to choose her words carefully in front of her already emotionally sensitive sister.

Y/n thought so too. Her grief and sadness knew no bounds since they had been awakened by the news of the death of Young Wolf, her beloved Robb.

-I'd like to talk to the king in private - the silver-haired woman confessed after a while, feeling her last particles of stability starts slipping between her fingers.

-Of course- queen of Dragonstone replied, sounding soothing and warm, wanting to reassure her sister from a distance.

The violet-eyed princess left the throne room without hesitation and, to the surprise of the oldest of the Starks, did not even looked at him. Her footsteps were quick and hard, each one bouncing off the stone walls of the castle.

She didn't have to turn around. She knew the man was following her, even if he didn't know where she was leading him.

When she was sure that no one would interrupt their conversation, only then did her footsteps stop.

As she turned around, Robb was able to take a close look at the changes that had taken place during their separation. Once full of joy and feisty face changed to a colder, almost indifferent expression. The eyes were more faded, deep down drowning in the sadness that Y/n had experienced.

Looking at her ,broke his heart and filled him with anger at the same time. It was because of him that the young woman found herself in this position, because he didn't listen, because he didn't came earlier but four years later, when instead of the stubborn girl for whom he was so crazy, he found her shadow.

Stark's first instinct was to embrace her fragile form, so he did exactly that. Taking her body to himself, he covered it with thick, black fur and wrapped his arms around it.

Y/n felt as if for the first time in a very long time she could breathe fully, as if her lungs were finally filled with the air necessary to survive. Her hands disappeared into the brunette's coat, holding on tightly, not wanting to let go.

-I should have listened - the northman said after a while -I should have been wiser...

-Robb, don't - the young Targaryen interrupted him, placing one of her hands on his chest, then lifting her head and staring into his blue irises -We can't change the past. What happened… I really thought I lost you - she confessed, the first tears in her eyes.

-They killed everyone...my mother begged them to spare me but in response they slit her throat and stuck a dagger in me- he replied bitterly, clenching his hands on Daenerys sister's waist -I thought it was my end. But Greywind found my body, dragged me to some hut. The old lady must have been terrified when she saw me, but she helped me anyway.

-It wouldn't be wise to ignore the king of the north and his direwolf -Y/n stated, and Stark smiled at the hint of sarcasm in her mouth that he loved so much -She saved you and I'm glad she did, especially when...- halfway through, she frowned ,putting on a serious face, it was obvious that she wanted to confess something.

-Princess - one of the maidservants suddenly interjected -Rhaella woke up from her nap, she's fussy. I believe she's calling for her mother.

Y/n left her former lover's arms at the words about her child. Smiling gently at the Dothraki woman, she nodded her head in understanding.

Watching as she leaves in the only direction she knew, the violet-eyed woman looked at the man out of the corner of her eye.

-Robb, I know a lot has been dumped on your shoulders, but I think you should meet someone - she announced quietly -It's important.

Northman at first thought he had misheard. 

That it wasn't about Y/n. Then the thought of a new dragon crept into his mind, but when he stood in the doorway of the chambers, he knew exactly who Rhaella was.

The young Targaryen with natural delicacy lifted the toddler up, cradling her in her arms, thus soothing her. The girl was a copy of her mother, inheriting every trait of the dragon bloodline.

Walking slowly towards the brunet, she involuntarily clenched her hands on the child harder, not knowing how he would react.

-Is she mine?- whispered the blue-eyed man, gliding his hand over the girl's ruddy cheek.

-Yes - the princess replied simply.

Y/n woke up in the middle of the night. Half of her bed was empty, causing her to awakening instantly. Where was Robb? Was it another nightmare, or was she slowly starting to lose her mind?

Her eyes quickly scanned the room. They finally found a man who held her heart in an iron grip.

Targaryen rose carefully from the bed, approaching him quietly. The king from the north greeted her, wrapping his arm around her body so she could shamelessly take his warmth for herself.

-Why aren't you sleeping?- she asked softly, kissing his jaw.

-I couldn't sleep - he replied, staring at the sea outside the window.

-Are you sure it's just sleep problems?- the princess asked, seeing the change in Stark after seeing his daughter.

-I...- he began, but couldn't finish, grabbing the stone balustrade, squeezing his hand around it -I can't stop thinking what would have happened if you hadn't flown away that morning and stayed with me. If you had participated in this carnage - he whispered, looking at Rhaella sleeping, unaware of anything.

-You didn't know, nobody knew that I was with child - the young woman admitted - The news of your death resulted in too much stress, my body couldn't stand it. Then I found out I was pregnant. You couldn't have known Robb - she assured, stroking his back.

-How can you be so calm, so forgiving? - he asked confused, looking at her like a lost child rather than a king.

-Because I can't stay stuck in the past any longer. I can't think what if. This world won't let me, I have to push forward not only for myself, but for people who need me Robb, you should do the same - Y/n stated, after a moment she kissed his lips lovingly.

-I love you my queen - he murmured, cupping her face in his hands.

-And I love you my king - replied Daenerys' sister, closing her eyes -Now and forever.

-Now and forever - Stark repeated, connecting their foreheads.

The impending war was at their feet, but tonight, at this moment, only their feelings and sensations mattered. Their touches of hands and brushes of lips. Their song of ice and fire. The Wolf and the Dragon.

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[theladyofdeath]

Sooo currently it's exam period in my country at my uni. Which means I need a lot of motivation, something I lack atm. I use my time wisely catching up on fics instead of studying. So I kindly ask you for some motivation, preferably in the form of Elorcan. Preferably them also needing motivation or stress release. I mean I don't really have a preference as long you like writing a little Elorcan. With maybe Elide still studying for her last exam and Lorcan coming home from work and helping her out or something? Idk? I'm bad at prompts? I know it's not summerish but it's sunny outside and hot and I have to study? So that also summerish? Anyways enjoy your free time and have a wonderful day!!

I am always here for fluffy Elorcan! Good luck on exams! x

Everything on Elide's screen had gone blurry. She'd been staring at it for so long that nothing made sense and letters officially were beginning to look like ancient symbols that had yet to be discovered. She knew that she needed a break, but her last exam of the semester was in fifteen hours and if she wanted to get any sleep tonight, there was no room for breaks.

Even if she desperately wanted one.

Just as she threw her head back with a groan, the front door opened and Lorcan trudged inside. With one look at his fiance, he lifted a brow. "How long has it been since you last moved?"

Elide didn't even know. "An hour...maybe five."

He snorted as he kicked off his shoes and walked across the living room to where she sat on the couch, her laptop on her blanket-covered lap. He leaned down and kissed her, slowly. At the touch of his lips, the tension faded from Elide's body.

"Hi."

"Hi," she whispered, and kissed him again. "How was your day?"

"Better than yours, it seems," he mumbled, plopping down on the couch beside her. "You look stressed."

"I am." She had been stressed all week, it was nothing new. Tomorrow was her last final, the final final she would ever take as a student. After tomorrow, she would be finished, and in the matter of a couple of weeks, she would be a graduate of the University of Perranth with a degree in psychology.

"Why don't you take a break?"

"There's no time for a break."

He blinked, surely thinking that answer was ridiculous but Elide didn't care. This was important to her. "Okay, well, can I do anything for you? Help you study? Bring you wine? Strip tease?"

"You were a horrible student, so I can't say that your help in studying is very tempting," Elide chuckled. "The wine and your nudity, however, are pretty tempting, but both are too distracting for my current state of mind."

Lorcan clicked his tongue and sighed. "How about I go pick up dinner and feed you while you cram, then?"

Elide swore she had never been more in love with him than in that moment. There was a little bistro across the street that had soup made by the gods, and in half an hour, Lorcan was back with a giant container of chicken barley soup that had Elide's mouth watering, and a couple of paninis.

She couldn't help but be distracted by Lorcan as he made his way into the kitchen and took out a couple of bowls and plates to fill them with food. He didn't even notice her watching him - he never seemed to - and Elide had always found that charming.

Five minutes later, the coffee table that Elide had been lovingly using as a footstool was covered in food and drinks - wine included, and even though Lorcan claimed both glasses of wine were for him, she knew better.

"You're trying to get me too tipsy to study," Elide muttered, keeping her laptop up and running while she ate.

"No, I'm not," Lorcan said, mouth full. "I'm just trying to give you enough to take the edge off. You're obviously stressed as hell, and if you won't take my cock for twenty minutes, I'm pouring you wine."

Elide lifted a brow. "Twenty minutes?"

Lorcan just narrowed his eyes and took another massive bite of his sandwich. After he swallowed, he said, "Fine. Fifteen."

Elide continued to stare at him.

Lorcan pursed his lips and took a sip of wine. "No need to be rude, damn."

Despite herself, Elide laughed, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Lorcan's lips twitched. He was always trying to make her smile, even when it didn't seem like it.

It was one of the many reasons that she so desperately wanted to marry him. He always made her smile, always made her laugh. It was a side of him that only she saw - well, she and his closest friends. Lorcan wasn't the warmest of men. In fact, he was rather broody, but for her...he made her whole world a hell of a light brighter.

While they ate, Lorcan kept quiet, but when he was done, he pulled Elide's feet onto his lap and rubbed them through her fluffy socks while she scrolled and read and reviewed her notes...and tried her best not to doze off.

She had no idea how much time had passed before his fingers grew weaker, then slowed, then stopped altogether. She glanced over at him and chuckled.

Her future husband had his head thrown back against the couch cushion and his mouth hanging open. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly.

"Lor."

Nothing, not even a twitch.

"Lor." She nudged his lap with her toes.

He shot up, his fingers resuming their rubbing. Elide laughed, quietly. "Go to bed. I'll be there soon."

"No, you won't," he said, running his hands up her shins. "You'll be here all night. Which isn't healthy, by the way. In fact, you should take breaks while studying or else the information won't fully stick in your brain. Trust me. Your brain needs time to process."

Elide rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I got my degree. I passed my exams. I know what I'm talking about," he defended. "At least take a few minutes. Take a shower. Or a bubble bath. Pee, for the gods' sake."

Elide groaned, closing her eyes, just now realizing how much they ached. "Alright. Fine. Ten minutes and not a second more."

She wanted to finish out her senior year strong and allowing herself to become distracted wouldn't help her do it. Even if she had been studying all day.

All fucking day.

The second Elide shut her laptop, she felt guilty. But, Lorcan was there, taking her hands into his and pulling her onto his lap.

She nuzzled into his shoulder and took a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around her.

"You know that I'm so proud of you, right?"

His voice was quiet, hardly more than a whisper. Elide leaned back. There was nothing but pure adoration and support in his eyes.

"I know," she said, and kissed him, softly. "Thank you."

He nodded and twisted a strand of her long, dark hair around his finger. "I know it hasn't been easy for you to get here, but you..." he shook his head and huffed a laugh. The genuine affection in his gaze had her tearing up. "You made it, El. No matter how tomorrow goes - and it's going to go great, because you've been studying your ass off - but, no matter how it goes, I hope you're proud of yourself. You're going to be a college graduate. Have a degree from one of the best universities in the country. That's amazing."

Elide nodded because she didn't trust herself to speak. She would be the first in her family to get a college education as far as she knew. Her parents died young, but her uncle, who she had lived with after their deaths, hadn't gone to college. No, he had just been a lazy, drunk asshole that Elide tried to ignore as much as possible until she turned eighteen and got the hell out of there.

"I love you," he said, once it was clear that she was getting nothing out. He kissed her forehead. "Pee. Take a quick shower." When she raised a brow, he held his hands up in surrender. "I promise to stay out and not try to steal your innocence."

There was no point in saying that he had "stolen" her innocence at least a million times.

Elide snorted.

"When you come back out, I'll have all this shit cleaned up and I'll let you study the night away."

There was no point in denying his wishes. She did have to pee horribly and knew that her hair needed a good washing. She did it quickly, though, and fifteen minutes later, she was walking back towards her spot on the couch.

Lorcan was in the kitchen, washing dishes, and although the coffee table had been cleared of their dinner, there was a newly filled glass of wine and a full glass of ice water sitting on the glass. She suppressed a smile, checked out Lorcan's ass while he dried a plate and put it in the cabinet, then snuggled back up on the couch to boot up her laptop, yet again.

Once Lorcan was done, he plopped back down on the couch. Elide's eyes left her screen and found his. "Not going to bed?"

Lorcan shook his head as he fought a yawn. "I'm here to keep you company and support you until your beautiful brain can't hold anymore information." He pulled her feet back onto his lap. "Study away. Let me know when you're ready for me to quiz you."

The fact that he was obviously exhausted and was too stubborn to leave her to study alone made her love him all the more. She was truly lucky to have found someone so...so....right. He was different from anyone she had ever known.

He was everything.

Soon, she would be a graduate of the University of Perranth.

Then, she would be Lorcan Salvaterre's wife.

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[evacado3]

evie may i request a drabble of soft, loving gun? maybe like on a day off where he just relaxes with the reader? maybe a bit suggestive too, whatever you’d like i just wanna see him happy and a bit clingy lmao

YES GUN REQUEST, IVE BEEN WAITING and thanks for using evie, makes me all bubbly inside ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Soft Jonggun drabble

Word count: 445

"This is new," you snickered at the man snuggling into your shoulder. He laid on top of your body, crushing you with his weight, Gun once said something along the lines of 'you'll get stronger if I lay on you awhile every day from now'.

What a shitty excuse.

"Shut up," he grumbled into the crevice of your neck. You laughed at his grumpy tone, he's such a big softie when it comes to you. "Scratch my back," he joked.

"Who do you think I am you jerk," you smack his head, eyes widening as you heard his faint laugh. Gun quickly realized his sudden expression, he coughed to cover the hearty laughter he accidentally let out.

"Fuck, don't you bring that up," Gun sighed, though he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it for the next few weeks. "AWW GUN, do that again!" you eagerly patted his back, making him actually cough at the 'gentle' taps.

He groaned as you kept rambling about his slip up, saying how he's just a big baby after all. Gun couldn't keep his grin from hiding any longer, this might be the only time he was ever grateful to Charles for the short break he gave him.

You smiled at his relaxed state, this was one of those rare moments where you don't see him exhausted and covered in blood, and you cherish everyone one of them. You felt him placing small pecks on your collar and he soon lifted himself up, giving you a sweet, long kiss on your lips.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, his hand slithered inside your shirt, caressing the soft skin on your waist.

"I love you," you whispered.

You noticed those words bothered Gun a bit, it bothered him that he couldn't return your simple gesture. Seeing the troubled look on his face made you chuckle, you knew he cared for you like no other, even if he could not express it. "It's okay Gun, I'm patient unlike you."

He only gave you a small smile before leaning in for another kiss, oh how he loved you for your patience. How you would wait for him to come home every night knowing he might not even be alive. How you know he appreciated little moments like this so freaking much he would trade his life to make this a minute longer.

But the one thing you didn't know, was that in the middle of the night, Gun would lovingly brush away the hairs on your face. He'd feel at peace looking at your sleeping figure, and soon words would leave Gun's mouth without his permission...

"I love you too y/n, so fucking much."

This was supposably short since it's only drabble but it's really cute to me (^///^) and it somehow got longer than I anticipated. I changed my writing posts' format a little isn't it kinda cute hehe

THIS CAME OUT SO EARL WTF IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO SINCE IT WAS REQUEST LIKE A DAY AGO BUT UH so I am terribly sorry to those that requested a long time ago🧎‍♀️🙇‍♀️ and it's nearly my birthday/EXAM so I won't be active!

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[call-me-eds]

The Other Woman

You know she means a lot to Eddie, but that doesn’t mean you’re happy about it.

WC: 1.4k

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No matter how hard you tried, you would never get along with her. She taunted you, always hanging out in his room and entertaining him for hours on end. Eddie tried to help you appreciate her, but you always felt like you came second. All he ever did was think about her: the next time he could see her, when he could touch her, and what new things they would work on together.

Loretta.

That damn guitar.

At first, you were content to lay beside your boyfriend while he plucked at it, but then you realized that he barely even noticed you were there. Eddie had tried to teach you to play a tune a while ago, but you just couldn’t get it. It was like the thing was taunting you, letting you know that it’s relationship with Eddie was working so much better than yours.

You got that he had to practice to stay ready for gigs and because he loved it, but did he have to compliment it?

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he had said one day while you were working on math homework. You looked up, expecting to see a loving stare or even just a glance, but you were looking right at Eddie’s back while he talked to his six-string.

Now, you were trying to rip him away from his true love just long enough to get some quality time before you had to rush home in order to meet curfew.

“Ed,” you were draped over his shoulders, pushing his hair back out of his face. “I have to go home soon.”

“Do you want me to drive you?” he asked, taking the pencil out of his mouth to scribble down some lyrics. Great, he wanted to get rid of you even faster.

“No, I want you to hang out with me,” you said, dragging your fingers down his neck and across his shoulder. He giggled and shrugged you off.

“I am hanging out with you,” he said, turning to you for a moment before looking right back down.

“No, you’re hanging out with her,” you scowled. He got mad when you referred to the guitar as an ‘it’, even though that’s what it was.

“We're all hanging out together,” he insisted. You groaned and moved away from him, getting off of the bed. While he continued to strum and float away into another universe, you collected your stuff and prepared to leave. There was no use being late and getting in trouble just to be ignored for an extra 15 minutes.

Eddie was only pulled out of his trance when he saw you lacing up your sneakers.

“Wait, what’s happening?” he asked. “What’s wrong, where are you going?” Even still, he gripped the guitar’s neck lovingly.

“I’m just going to go home, you’re busy,” you smiled, patting his leg and standing up. Even though you wished he could pay attention a little better while the guitar was in his sight, you couldn't deny him of his clear passion. Watching him be so intense was attractive to you, and once your attempts to rip him away were unsuccessful, you thought it was best you leave.

“Wait, don't go! I need my inspiration,” he said, getting up and gently setting the guitar in its resting spot. Finally, finally, he grabbed your face in his hands to stop you from going towards the door. “Please don’t leave.”

“I have to be home in 30 minutes,” you reminded him, mumbling the final words against his lips as he kissed you.

“That can’t be true, you just got here,” he cocked his head to the side like your dog when he heard the doorbell.

“Time flies when you’re busy with your other girlfriend,” you teased, patting his hand. He moved his hands down to your waist and held you tightly.

“Did I do it again?” he frowned. You raised your eyebrows and pretended to show him an invisible watch on your wrist. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” he sighed, pulling you closer.

“It’s okay, but only if you were writing about me,” you said.

“Always,” he promised, kissing you again. “Want me to play it for you?” His lips started to leave a trail down your neck and, despite trying your hardest to stay strong, your legs started to feel like jelly. He tried to walk you back towards the bed, but you twisted around so he was sitting.

“Another time,” you said, putting your knees on either side of his lap and holding onto his belt. It always took a bit of leg work to rip him away from her, but you knew once you had him, he was yours. Despite being all over the place most of the time, he was focused when it mattered. Even though he couldn’t decide if he wanted to lay down or sit up, kiss your lips or your chest, or have the radio playing or just listen to you, he was totally consumed when you got him in your grip.

Eddie moved his hands up your shirt and rested them on your back. When he went to the clasp of your bra, you grabbed his arms and put them back at his sides.

“I really need to go,” you pulled away and he moved his face back towards you with his eyes remaining closed. “I would love that ride you offered, though,” you kissed his cheek quickly and wiggled away from him, leaving his room with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Hold on,” he followed after you through the trailer, where you were looking around for his uncle so you could say goodbye. “Uncle Wayne’s left for work, please stay,” he begged. You grabbed his keys from the counter where he threw them and put them against his chest.

“If you had better time management, this could have been such a wonderful evening,” you frowned, playing with him. He didn’t even bother locking the door to the trailer, still convinced he had a chance of getting you to stay.

“Honey, please come back inside,” he all but whined. “I will throw the guitar out the window if you just come back inside.”

“The quicker I get home, the quicker you can kiss me goodbye at the front door,” you said, not giving in. He dragged his feet around the car and took his sweet time putting the key in the ignition, hoping you’d change your mind any second.

“I can’t walk up to your front door, your mom might come out and see the tent in my pants,” he mumbled, grabbing on to your knee while he drove the short distance to your house. The wind blowing through your hair and Eddie’s warm hand on your skin dissolved any negative feelings towards his guitar for taking up most of your evening. You could almost thank it for giving him the rough callouses on his fingers that you liked to kiss.

When you pulled up to your house you turned towards your pouting boyfriend and he gave one last attempt to sway you with his big doe eyes.

“I am going to be all by myself for the entire night,” he said, going so far as to puff his bottom lip out. “Couldn’t we just lay in the backseat for fifteen minutes?” You reached for the chain around his neck and pulled him towards you by the guitar pick it held. His breath shuddered against your lips, and you had to indulge him for a moment. He tried to drag you over the center console but you reached behind you and opened the door, slipping away from him.

“Have fun with Loretta!” you waved, jogging up your front steps.

“I’m so over her!” he popped his head out of the window and looked longingly after you, both of you knowing that when he got home he wouldn’t even think about picking up the guitar. No, he’d grab the polaroid of you in his bedside table and imagine your soft skin on his. You may not plug into an amp or even be able to sing on-key, but Eddie preferred your noises over Loretta’s every time.

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