#/ AND YOUR PRESENCE IS A GIFT AND ALL THE BLESSING I COULD HAVE EVER ASKED FOR

[nariism]

letters from heaven — g. satoru

"i think i'm in love with you" + "wait, don't pull away... not yet." + oblivious pining

synopsis. love tastes like chocolate ganache topped with fresh strawberries. that was satoru's first thought when he accidentally blew your cake shop into smithereens.

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— for the lovely @hanrinz 🎀 | event masterlist ✉️

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

If you had asked Gojo Satoru what love tasted like two years ago, he would have answered with a lump in his throat.

Like curses, he would have told you. Like death and destruction. Fire and ash. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Satoru was surrounded by love from his very conception.

Wrapped in silk blankets and bathed in warm milk when he was born into this world—it was as if the nurses thought he had been spoonfed ambrosia by the gods themselves.

He knew what it was like to have his entire clan at his feet with their foreheads pressed to the floor; to be dressed in the finest cloth and only by the most nimble hands; to get anything and everything he ever wanted without question. 

He was above everyone and had the eyes to prove it. He knew love like it was his only purpose.

Satoru was always a head in the clouds kind of guy. He understood his place in the world better than anyone else. That he was special. Gifted. Born with a blessing that only happens once in a millennium.

He hated the righteous above all. The ones who wanted to change the world that was promised to him from the moment he took his first breath. It was insulting; an act of defiance against the gods. Against him.

That is why he hated Geto Suguru—someone who wanted to change the world.

Satoru believed that he was too down to earth. It irritated him. But he never stopped being surrounded by love and never stopped loving, either.

For some reason, there was a strange comfort in standing alongside another. 

Perhaps it was that Suguru had never once bowed down before him—the fact that he had gotten the chance to memorize every inch of his beautiful face. Or maybe it was the tender way he had spoken his name, so soft and filled with adoration.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he was more than just his eyes.

Satoru adored and despised every part of Geto Suguru. He always would, even in death.

He thought that secret would die with him. That there was no one else worthy of standing by his side. He never thought he was capable of loving another again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

(He was about to learn that love would loom over him wherever he went. It would chase him relentlessly, even if it were to the ends of the earth.

After all, Gojo Satoru was born to be enveloped in silk and sugar and everything wonderful in the world.)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Love tastes like chocolate ganache topped with fresh strawberries.

That was Satoru's first thought when he accidentally blew your cake shop into smithereens with a misfired blast of energy. 

There was nothing particularly spectacular about you. There you were: horrified, head in your hands, crying over the phone to what he presumed to be your parents. He'd never seen someone doused in flour like you before, as if you had been plucked straight out of a cartoon.

Yet he remembers that his breath was stolen from him the way books described it.

Your very existence felt like it was built up from cubes of sugar. He was embarrassed that it was his first impression while you glared horribly at him.

The lawsuit came in the mail a few days later.

He paid, of course, without argument. And he tried to get your number afterwards because he really wanted to try that cake you were decorating before he blasted your shop to pieces.

You slapped him across the face and he let you. He even released his technique just so you could.

To your dismay, he kept showing up at the shop after it had been rebuilt. But he was a paying customer, and who were you to deny him a slice of butterscotch pie?

Still, he laughed at your ever-growing irritation with his presence. How he would preorder cakes days in advance just so you could anticipate his arrival. The way he would drop an extra five thousand yen on the counter and tell you to keep the change.

"Don't make me get a restraining order," you had once threatened him while he browsed the cupcake selection for the day.

"You wouldn't," he sang. And you didn't, because he knew your type.

You were the opposite of the one he loved most in the world. You wanted to make as little of a splash as you could—to bake pies and frost cakes with buttercream roses and wipe down your counters until they sparkled.

You knew your place in the world just as much as he knew his. And it seemed to be right behind the counter with a scowl on your face because of another poor attempt at flirting.

You didn't want to change the world. You just wanted to live in it, flour and all.

He found comfort in that, too.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Satoru became your midday companion when business slowed down. The sound of the bell strung to your front entrance brought you comfort when you were stressed about your little shop.

A part of you knew that this man was no ordinary human being. His eyes shimmered bluer than the sky when he would look at you with affection, nearly making your knees buckle beneath you on more than one occasion.

"What do you do at work?" You asked him curiously one afternoon as he sat on a stool watching you mindlessly pipe frosting.

"...Nothing important," he panicked, the thought of scaring you away when you had just started opening up to him too much for him to handle.

"Nothing important," you hummed, repeating his words until your eyes narrowed. "You're lying."

"I am," he admitted shamelessly.

You looked at him in confusion, not missing the way he avoided making eye contact by burrowing his head into his arms. Through the glass of your display case, you could see his shoulders bunch up in distress.

You decided to drop it. It wasn't important.

"Here," you said softly, reaching around the glass separating you to place a dessert in front of him. "Don't worry about it."

Satoru gazed at the plate before him. Chocolate ganache and strawberries layered between sponge cake.

"This is for me?" He asked, poking at it with the fork as a grin split his cheeks.

"Just for you," you smiled. "As an apology for slapping you."

"I deserved it. I blew up your shop."

Your smile only deepened. "Sometimes things need to be destroyed to be rebuilt even better."

The strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of his time was reduced to a puddle at your next words,

"I met you, after all. Didn't I?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Love tastes like champagne-raspberry truffles and cappuccino chocolates.

On the day he planned to confess, you unconvincingly glared at him as he approached you with his hands behind his back.

You pursed your lips, expecting him to demand you make him something out of season. Outlandish requests were not new from him, but you always managed to whip up something that had fruits imported from South America, or using that expensive hojicha he insisted you take off his hands.

Instead, he held out a box of lavish chocolates he bought in Belgium.

Nervousness replaced the confidence that was permanently etched into his every feature, and your expression melted into something mellower than the warmth simmering in the pit of Satoru's tummy.

He had been pining for you for months. There was something about your company that made him feel whole again—more whole than he had been in all the time since Geto Suguru left this earth.

You laughed as if it were a joke, using your palm to hide how you flushed slightly.

"Satoru..." You quirked a brow. "What's this?"

The way you said his name stuck arrows through his heart. You could act like you hated him all you wanted, but the way you smiled at him when he wasn't being a prick was enough for him to feel comforted.

"Chocolates from Europe," he straightened up, trying to shake off his nerves.

"Why?"

Why? His tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth and he sucked on it in anxious thought, suddenly unsure of the right thing to say even though he had practiced all night.

Wasn't it obvious that he liked you?

You took the box from his hands and placed it down on the counter. Then you rounded it, picked up your spatula, and continued folding your meringue.

Satoru's silence made you glance back up, scrutinizing his downcast, troubled expression. You huffed through your nose with an exasperated little shake of the head.

"Save some nice things for yourself, too."

He was surprised when you reappeared in front of him. His eyes trailed from your sneakers, up your dirty apron to your smiling face.

Chocolate was melting between your fingers.

His grunts of protest were muffled as you stuck the treat against his lips, forcing it into his mouth. He glared at you, but ate it anyway.

Sugar coated his tongue and eased his nerves. You only laughed at his fluster.

He pinched your cheek.

You didn't know that Satoru already had everything else he ever needed. The only thing left was standing right in front of him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Love is easy to taste when it's on your lips.

At least, that was the thought driving Satoru insane.

He didn't know when such an obsessive idea started plaguing him, or how to remedy it. For the first time in his life, he felt like a boy with a silly, childish crush.

Worst of all, you seemed none the wiser. All his attempts to make a move on you fell flat—though, he wasn't very good at following through with them in the first place.

It culminated in his final attempt to rid the terrible thought from his mind: he was going to avoid you at all costs until it blew over.

If he could just have the time to get over you, to move on from his feelings, he could probably act with some normalcy around you again. It was tiresome to tread on eggshells around you, even if you were blissfully unaware of it.

You, however, did not take his avoidance very well. He did not see that coming.

Satoru's phone rang at 3:24 am, well past your store hours. In fact, you were supposed to be waking up in another hour and a half to get all your prep done.

"Hello?" Your timid voice crackled through the static of his phone and he jolted upright, fisting his blanket in anticipation. "Satoru? Are you up?"

He swallowed thickly, mouth moving to formulate an answer with a strange amount of effort. "Yeah," he said, voice hoarse from sleep.

The other end of the line was silent for another moment before there was a loud crash, and he could make out the distinct clatter of metal bowls hitting tile.

He could imagine you standing there in defeat, surrounded by dirty dishes and drowning in work, trying to catch up for the next morning.

The thought was enough for him to rip out of his sheets, a flurry of limbs as he got dressed to find you.

"Hang on," he told you over the phone, then hung up.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You had not anticipated that Satoru's very obvious avoidance would take such a toll on you.

You'd let it escalate until you were overwhelmed with emotion, unfocused at work, and not able to untangle the feelings you had for him.

And now he was standing in your shop again, helping you pick up everything you had clumsily scattered across the ground.

Whipped cream and icing spilled on the floor, painting the tile an array of pastel colours. You grimaced at the mess, thinking maybe you should just close the shop for the day and take a vacation.

Satoru was dutifully wiping up cream as if he were being paid to do it. But he wasn't—he was just too kind to you. Too generous. You desperately wished he would get mad at you for waking him in the middle of the night.

Instead, he only seemed concentrated and slightly concerned.

"That's enough," you told him quietly, standing up to discard the towels you used. "I'll clean up the rest tomorrow."

Satoru stood up with you, trying to decipher the doomstruck expression on your face.

"I'll come by tomorrow to help."

You shook your head. "It's okay, you've done so much already. Thank you."

Everything about him had grown so familiar, so warm. You missed him more than you cared to admit, and that scared you. In the three weeks since you had last seen him, it finally came crashing down on you.

You liked Satoru.

The thought was heady and overwhelming in your mind. You stumbled a bit and he caught you by the shoulders.

"Woah there," he chuckled lightly, finally able to make out the look in your eyes.

"Sato—" your lip wobbled and he stopped it with his thumb. Then, he used his fingers to clean up the icing decorating your face.

"I got you."

He snorted softly at your dazed expression, drawing away from you. Your hands shot up to grasp at him, keeping him in your bubble. 

"Please don't pull away."

Satoru stilled, letting you drag him back into your personal space. "M'not going anywhere."

You weakly punched him in the chest, fist remaining there for a moment before you let it fall limp. Glaring at him, you sniffled.

"You're avoiding me."

"I was," he admitted.

"What happened?"

"I realized that I liked you a lot more than I thought."

Silence hugged your bodies, heavy and stiff. You blinked at him in surprise, having trouble processing his words.

"H-Huh?"

"I like you," he said again, more adamant. More confident.

"Oh," you breathed. Heat enveloped Satoru's heart at how relieved you sounded. "That makes me..."

Your face morphed from relief to realization. Realization of the situation, of how close your bodies were.

"Really happy," you concluded, squeezing your eyes shut as his hands adjusted to cup your face a little more intimately.

He kissed the apple of your cheek, making sure not to skip over the spot where icing lingered.

The thought entered his mind: I am exactly where I need to be.

Gojo Satoru was born to be loved. It tastes like maple buttercream. And it's spilled all over the floor, stained on his hands and knees. Between his fingers. Melting on his tongue.

[panbotter]

Hey so in reference to my previous ask, can you do one were the reader is having trouble controlling their powers (you can decide those) and either Kurt or Erik comfort them after a bad day and end up confessing to the reader. You can ad smut if you want but if not that's totally fine too☺️.

Your Existence is Grand

Erik Lehnsherr x gn!reader

Erik notices you having a rough day with your powers and decides to shower you with praise.

(This is my first fanfic literally ever so feedback appreciated, but also... Sorry for any mistakes!!!!)

Trigger warnings: cursing, suggestive themes (I don't know what else to write here, pls let me know if there's anything else I should add!)

The air around me begins buzzing and crackling, becoming charged with electricity and I sigh, deeply frustrated before I reach for the metal doorknob in front of me and receive a shock so strong that all the muscles in my arm cramp up painfully. I curse under my breath, forcing my arm to bend and stretch the tense muscles as I walk into the lounge, getting a glimpse of the others outside. Some might say I’d been gifted with a particularly powerful mutation, that it made me strong and intimidating. That I am admired for it, as if it’s a blessing to be grateful for.

But in this god-forsaken world, all I could see was a curse that plagued my body. I never bothered to understand the science behind it, as much as others might have tried to explain it to me. Something about the electricity in my body behaving abnormally, affecting the air around me and in turn, other electronics or conductors of electricity, turning me into a walking hazard around power lines, or thunderstorms. Let's not even mention the sheer amount of electrical fires I’ve caused. Sure, it sounds cool. But the reality is basically hell.

One of the ‘best’ parts about my mutation is that it is terribly unstable, especially when you’re constantly surrounded by electricity no matter where you go. Everyone else who charges up some static then touches a piece of metal receives a little sting from a silly little shock. It might be a little funny or perhaps surprising! Maybe it happens when you touch fingers with someone else and you shock each other, what a cute moment!

Try getting fucking electrocuted every single time.

Nowhere near as cute, nor as fun.

Some days are worse than others and the more restless I become, the worse it is for me in the end. But unfortunately, I can’t lay in bed immobile for an entire day to lower the voltage my body is producing, resulting in my current conundrum. Avoiding the rest of the X-Men in order to avoid any potential accidents, especially with Jubilee. Fireworks and a highly-charged mutant body surrounded by a bunch of high-tech only spells out bad news. Luckily, it seems like most of them were outside on the basketball court. That’s what I thought, at least.

“I take it you’re having a bad voltage day?” the voice of none other than Magneto startles me out of my thinking. It’s been more than a few months of him living here with us, but his presence is still unexpected. I had a hard time training the knee-jerk defensive reaction out of my body for the first few days, my body becoming charged up so quickly that I wouldn’t even have the chance to blink before I shot a bolt of electricity at him.

He was quick to show that a little spark didn’t do much to him, given that he was essentially a walking magnetic field.

I turn to him, his large form standing at the entrance to the lounge, “What makes you say that?” I turn back to watch as Scott and Logan start another argument, their voices muffled by the glass.

“The air keeps crackling and I have a hard time believing there’s a storm inside the building” he approaches until he pauses at my side. I chuckle a little, giving a wince once I feel my sore muscles constrict. He turns to watch me.

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe Storm has had enough of those two at each other’s throats” I try to joke but my voice falters, as my heart begins to race again and the sound of the air buzzing around me becomes overwhelming. Tremors begin rippling across my muscles, a mixture of them cramping and relaxing too fast for me to keep up with. Losing the strength in my legs, I stretch a hand out toward the glass in front of me to hold myself up but I miss the glass by a couple inches. Erik’s hands are quick to grab onto my arms before pulling me into his chest, supporting my weight as the crackling noise fills my ears and I let out a pained shout. My body releases a strong burst of electricity, most of it absorbed by Erik’s magnetic field, whilst the rest causes the power in the building to go out. I pant loudly, trying to catch my breath, feeling like my heart might’ve stopped in the middle of that.

The lights flicker around us before the power in the school hums back to life. Erik’s hands are still around me, I realize before beginning to step away, but his hold on me tightens. He pulls me back against his chest and I try to fight back the heat that’s slowly creeping up to my face. This is a bit embarrassing. I’ll admit it, I had grown to like Erik in the time he’d been with us, not to mention I had quite a few run-ins with him before I ever joined the X-Men. He always seemed so… Powerful, he always felt safe to be around. As radical as the Professor may claim he is, he always seemed… Right. You could hear the passion in his voice when he spoke of mutantkind and it made you want to side with him, to be loyal and to follow him to the ends of the Earth.

He had a powerful presence, and as I am now discovering, a powerful touch. One of the very few people who could come near me without fear of being electrocuted. My muscles had begun to twitch in the aftermath of the shock. These are the unfortunate moments where I wish I could be rid of my mutation. I could barely hold myself up and here I was in Erik’s arms.

“You should be resting” his voice was stern, but there was a hint of concern in there. I raise my gaze to meet his, feeling a bit of shame.

“I can’t just lay in bed all day, the world is still turning, there’s things to do…” I muttered.

“Precisely, the world is still turning and it will still continue to turn if you are at rest. You, on the other hand, are not a planet and you need to care for yourself”

I stare into his eyes, feeling them pierce through my soul. He always seemed to be right about everything… I chuckle under my breath as I regain some strength in my legs, straightening back up.

“I’m sure you must be tired of having to run after all of us like a babysitter” I joke as his arms come to rest on my shoulders once I’m stable on my feet.

A glint crosses his eyes, “I do wonder how Charles managed, and then I remember he’s a telepath, so it must’ve been quite easy for him” he replies with a smirk gracing his face that makes me laugh a little.

“He still struggled, you shouldn’t compare yourself to the Professor”

He begins to lead me toward the couch behind us, helping me take a seat before joining me. I still feel a hot streak of shame across my stomach, having him help me. Burdening him.

“Sorry, by the way… You’re right, I should be a little more considerate of others” I mutter.

Erik turns to look at me as I avoid making eye contact, “I don’t believe those were my words…” his hand reaches out toward my chin, gently turning my head to face him, “I only ask of you to rest and care for yourself, forget what the others may think”

I blinked up at him, “The Professor always wanted me to push past my limits, so that I can perhaps get stronger… Control my powers better”

“In a perfect world, you wouldn’t have to restrict your abilities, you could rule this planet with a wave of your hand, what you have is something to be proud of, not ashamed” he places his hand against my cheek and I find myself leaning against his warm touch, “Your mutation is a blessing, not a curse”

I scoff, “Sure doesn’t feel that way, I can’t even live among humans without shutting down an entire city’s power”

“Your powers shouldn’t be hidden, controlled, or restricted for the sake of humanity” he says the word with disdain, “but those are my beliefs, your existence is grand mein liebling”

My heart thumps against my chest loudly at his words. It feels… Intimate. How could he speak such high praise toward me?

“I see you hurt and I watch as you restrain yourself around others, as your mutation basically eats your body alive and it pains me…” his eyes gaze across my face, pausing at my lips before trailing back up to my eyes, “It pains me that you live in a world where you feel you cannot rest, where you feel you must hide the power within you”

“Erik…” I whisper, almost afraid to shatter the moment between us, “What are you… What are you saying…?” I peer into his eyes, seeing something brewing behind his gaze. Could it be possible that he’s… No, there’s no way.

“What do you believe I’m saying?” he whispers softly, leaning in toward me. I jump as a few sparks fly out from where he has his hand on my cheek. I can’t help my eyes dropping to his lips before rising back up to his eyes.

I feel the tension rise and in a desperate attempt to avoid it, I joke, “If I was delusional, I might think you’re trying to confess to me right now” I laugh a little to dispel the tension. His gaze was still just as intense so I failed, but I tried my best.

A smile graced his features, “Yes… Perhaps if you were delusional, you might see that I am actually confessing my feelings for you right now” he says it so casually I almost think he’s playing along with my joke, but as my eyes widen, so does his smile.

“Are you…?” my voice wavers a little. I feel my heart drop, realizing he’s probably joking with me. I turn away from his hand, lightly pushing his chest to put distance between us.

“Is this some sort of joke? Come on, Erik… You know that’s… It’s unrealistic” I mutter, a man like him would never love someone like me, that’s not how it works… Maybe in the movies, or in a fairytale perhaps.

“Mein liebling, perhaps I haven’t been clear enough with you” he wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me in close, closer than before, “do you prefer a visual demonstration instead? I can give you that, you only need to ask” he smiles before slowly leaning in, giving me enough time to back out if I wished, but I find myself leaning in, eager to feel his lips against mine.

As soon as our lips locked together, sealed at last, a burst of electric sparks flew out from our lips and I giggled into the kiss. I mean, how ironic is that? I felt real, literal sparks and fireworks from the kiss and it made my lips tingly. Erik smiles into the kiss before deepening it, his hand rising up toward my hair while the other trailed down my back and I found myself desperate to be closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, clumsily climbing over to sit on his lap. We part right as I begin losing my breath and he trails a burning, tingly trail of kisses down my jaw before he stops by my ear.

With a whisper that blew across the nape of my neck, “I see more than just greatness in you, so much more…” The words are charged with intention, passion, and sincerity. I shudder as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I bite back a moan as he continues kissing down my neck. I take a sharp breath in as he begins sucking on a tender spot before I suddenly realize what we’re doing…

Where we’re doing it.

I turn slightly to peek at the windows, making sure the others are still thoroughly distracted with playing before I feel Erik bite my skin and a moan breaks out, “Wait! Erik… We’re… In the lounge…”

He lifts his head, and the dark look in his blue eyes makes me clench my legs in anticipation, “We’ll just have to be fast… And quiet… Can you do that?” He taunts me with a question I don’t even get the chance to answer before he lays me down on the couch, climbing over me, “I’m just helping you relax, that’s not a sin, is it?” He looks down at me with a hungry gaze and I feel my cheeks burn.

“I guess not”

“Show me what else you can do with these sparks of yours”

[konpeitonom]

I was wondering if I could ask for some fluffy (+ nsfw if youre comfortable) headcanons about recovered/rescued curly x reader? I’ve seen very few fics about him and I’m so madly in love with him (particularly how ladonb.kokosa on tiktok draws him).

I think Curly would feel guilty about dating and sex because of his disabilities, inaction, and trauma but the reader is still head over heels for him anyway ❤️‍🩹

recovered/rescued captain grant curly headcanons.

sfw/nsfw — lowercase intended ^_^

g/n reader - no pronouns mentioned

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; i daydream about this exact curly too!! oh god i love this artist.. writing this in the perspective of you were his spouse previously. let me know if you’d like it if you met him afterwards :)

these r also a bit short so maybe a part 2 if i’m up for it/anyone else would want it. not proofread i never will sorry. this is my 3rd post today i am insane and happy to write!

.. nsfw section is written from the perspective of me, a girl, so sorry men if you cannot relate or feels it doesn’t apply to you too much. i try my best as a non-writer haha. minors don’t read that part thank you please…

here he is in his late forties - early fifties.

SFW

— he feels an intense amount of emotions knowing you waited as long as you did for him— that in those 15-20 years he was gone you didn’t move on *at all?*.. to come back in the state he was in, he felt a lot of guilt.

— he feels even more guilt when you saw him in said state, and still stayed with him throughout the multiple surgeries and months in the hospital.

— that smile of yours always cheered him up. and your reassurance was most comforting. he was lucky to have you as you are lucky to have him.

— curly felt as if he’d have to overcompensate for lost time. he’d plan dates, give you flowers, gift you chocolates or candies you liked. small things like that. he did it often pre-crash but he now does it enough to where it’s still a little special when he does.

— it would take him a long time to tell you what happened, truly. for legal reasons i’d assume he’d have to tell government officials, the media, or some kind of authority what had happened — but the details of it, id take a lot of time for him to speak about. he’d have to speak to a therapist about it first.

— when it came to his inaction, that and the immense survivors guilt he likely holds, he would be scared you’d leave. he’d be upset if you tried to justify his actions too. he knows what he did was wrong. and he doesn’t need you or anyone to tell him otherwise.

— i’m sure curly would donate a lot of the money he receives from media attention, that or encourage people to donate to charities that focus on gender based violence or sexual assault victims. he feels owed too. it’s the very least he could do now.

— back to his relationship with you.. sometimes all he wants is you. sometimes all he wants is to cry in bed as you’re there with him. your mere presence, all of you, is a huge comfort for him.

— he loves that you’re still your happy, old self. and he understands, he’d probably be happy too if someone you thought was dead just came back.

— if i recall correctly, he was in that state for 5 months? most of the time, if anya wasn’t there replacing his bandages or nursing him- he was most likely alone. he doesn’t like the thought of that. and therefore doesn’t want to ever be alone again.

— if you’d allow him, he wants to feel you all over. not in a sexual way. he wants to touch your arms, your fingers, your neck, your cheeks, your face. the feeling of you in his arms feels like gods blessing im sure.

— he’d ask about you. he’s so excited too. he wants updates to your life, your family. what do you like to do now? what’s changed since? do you still like this and that?

— he feels upset that he missed out on those parts of your life, but at the same time he knows that you probably kept him in his heart all those times without him.

— help him get back into his old hobbies!! keep him physically active. update him on all the video games he’s missed, all the movies he’s missed. movie days are probably his favorites. keep him busy.

NSFW

minors do not read

— i believe a strap-on device has to be used, or toys. he is open to all, but he’d enjoy using his hands to please you. it feels more intimate and close. he loves nothing more than touching you— in any way.

— he is old, ok. he lacks stamina, 1 round is enough for him- as long as it’s enough for you. but he is very experienced.

— hand holder!! he loves to hold your hand during sex.. this is canon. i am wrongorgan. he’d rub your palms as you shake, asking “is this okay? does that feel good?” .. please reassure him he thinks it’s the sexiest thing ever.

— uses your facial expressions to reassure himself. he thinks it’s cute when you bite your tongue to suppress your moans. or when your face is all flushed and sweaty. that means hes doing a good job.

— eye contact.. please make eye contact with him. he does struggle a bit with loving himself (especially assuming this is a 1-3 years after he was rescued), but as long as you love him then he shouldn’t have reason to worry.

— loves it when you place your hands on his face, caress his jawline as he fucks you slowly. i think he also likes it when your hands scratch his back. again, it tells him he’s doing a good job.

— i think it’s obvious with the way i write him but he loves talking during sex. i mean, he likes incoherent noises too- just as much as he does talking. but your words mean so much to him. and there’s just so much he wants to say.

— like.. “god, you’re so cute. have you always been like this, sweetheart?” !! he is a gentleman, ok?

— he still prefers a dominant role. he is a service top if i’ve ever seen one. even before the crash, sex is all about you, you, you, then maybe him.

— for the first few times he would be extremely careful and gentle. intimacy is not something he likes to rush. after he gets a bit more comfortable he’d be open to exploring again. like you did as younger adults, but still. he’s old and you’re probably old too ^.^

— feels like he has to make up for all the times you were probably lonely, sexually, the time he was missing.

[adoregojo]

mikage's 5 steps guide! - nagi.s

i missed writing for nagi... my loverboy.. also this writing style is so fun??? wth??? i need to write like this again. i can barely keep one eye open so if there's any typo, ignore pls pls.

warnings: some cussing ig?

nagi was never that charming.

'charming' couldn't even stand being a word in his dictionary to be honest, nagi truly had zero sense of romance within him. he was an actual brick-walled person when it came to these things, or anything of strong-emotions in particular, there was no thoughts behind those void eyes of his but a circle of: sleep, eat, go to work, eat again, play games, sleep, and repeat.

even back to his high school years, not once he recalls talking to a girl, let alone getting a girlfriend, that was something beyond out of his character. maybe there was a girl that confessed to him, he remembered on valentines day he got a letter saying that he should go to the school's roof. and he ended up leaving the poor girl hanging on the air till the sky was clean orange because he genuinely 'forgot', nagi then earned the title 'heartbreaker' for a year straight, he let it be since it was much of a hassle to keep on correcting them. not like his reputation was any better before.

so you could say that nagi wasn't that much of a company to have around, on the other hand was his friend, reo who was basically the opposite of nagi, if anything he was prince charming himself. those social skills were enough to befriend anyone on sight, he got the looks, money and attention was surrounding him 24/7.

and even if reo gather the earth power to try and motivate nagi would go down hill, every time he tried setting him on a date it's either gonna end up horrible or nagi using the excuse to go to the bathroom and vanish to the nowhere. what an asshole.

at some point, reo accept the fact that maybe he's friend will in fact die alone.

and things switched around when you came to the picture.

first it wasn't that hard to notice you, your desk was glued to him after all. it was weird when you would greet him every morning and wish him a good night when you left, no one ever did that to him before, he tends to ignore and ends up being ignored. it was nice, a little reminder that somone was seeing him, acknowledging him.

slowly, the walls between you two was falling apart with each introduction. when you would pat him from his little naps for lunch time, or when it was leaving time, then he would stare at your back until your figure disappeared with a last wave, staring at the door for a little too long, perhaps wishing for you to walk back in.. who said that?

it was getting worse, or better, not the best at analysing his feelings. but nagi found himself looking out for a glimpse of you around the office, he has no shame to admit that the world suddenly felt gloomy without your presence beside him.

maybe he raised his head a little too fast when you walked in, maybe not. but he mostly did.

then you would ramble about how your shitty neighbour refused to clean after his pets filth and you two had a screaming match for a while before realising you were late. the was the worst way to start a monday morning, so you closed your eyes shut, rubbed your forehead for a peace of mind. then you opened your eyes, a piece of your favourite snaked would magically appear on your table.

for some reason your eyes traveled to the white painted head, he was looking at the other side, avoiding your questionable gaze hoovering over him.

Mondays aren't so bad after all, you thought.

perhaps he did place it there, who knows. —but nagi just really didn't like seeing you glum.

possibly, did he grew fond of you? he doesn't know. all he knew that lunch box you handed him the next day is a blessed gift within his palms. too good for him, you were too good for him.

you were the prove that the sky itself favoured him above anyone.

and when nagi wanted to ask you out, he only had one person to guide him to your heart.

so the very mysterious person behind the scene (reo) had a astounding idea that if someone like nagi; mister, game-addiction-freak. that on every step he'll get points! 100-90 if he did well, 80-70 not bad, 60-40 could've been worse.. 40-20 definitely could've been better... 20-0 yikes....

so with that, nagi was sent on a personal mission to win you over and soothe you with his nonexistent charm.

STEP ONE: be straightforward! it's not good to keep on dancing on someone's mindset with hints, it may cause a lot of confusion feelings and misunderstandings! only ask under a certain circumstances, a suitable place where were you two sit alone so they could have they're attention on you only. SIDE NOTE: try to make a good welcoming conversation to ease up the tension first then ask!

so nagi did just that, maybe a little too well.

he couldn't even eat his own lunch and just kept on rubbing his sweaty hands against each other's, staring back forth —he just noticed how many unfamiliar faces were there? did he really only seeyou?一 he was extra quiet which made you ask him multiple times if he was okay, he would just hum in response. what a smooth talker.

"nagi, you haven't even touched your food. are you actually okay?" you questioned, concerned. after taking a brief sip of your juice, but nagi just shook his head in conform, you raised a brow, a little in disbelief that he would think an obvious lie would go through you just like that. there was something off. the tension upon you two was twisting.

the words were on the tip of his tongue, yet they felt un-removed. all this stressing over four words were a pain, and a heavy burden he needed to reales before he lose his breathing track.

and the moment you took a bite and chewing on it, he just had to drop the bomb carelessly.

"go out with me."

so nagi didn't try and sooth the air, nor start a decent conversation. and when he gathered the earth courage to speak up, it wasn't even a question, that was a whole ass demand.

although, it worked. but it definitely could've gone better than you choking on your own food that you swore you witnessed death himself laughing his ass off at you.

what a great timing.

after you saw the heavens gates open for you and life flashing through your eyes, weirdly enough, you accepted.

huh, maybe he didn't mess up everything like he thought (he in fact did).

20 points!

STEP TWO: dress nice and compliment their outfit! dressing well means that you take the date seriously, complimenting them to foster a better sense of comfort and confidence, and they'll compliment you back! extra points if you made them all blushy and giddy!

nagi really wasn't the best at this.

instead of dressing 'nicely', all he wore was a big white hoodie and pants. didn't put much effort to his hair and just went off. it wasn't his problem that picking an estimated outfit was such a hassle. it's good at least it is something that covers him, right?

it all went downhill when you showed up, listen. he always thought you looked fit and nice in your suit work, and now he definitely wasn't ready to see you in regular, uniform out of work place. you just looked... so good, even great, stunning and beautiful, you name it.

nagi barely breath out a greeting, his eyes too busy scanning you from head to toe over and over, he couldn't take his gaze out of your sight even when you were on your way to the table. and he almost stumbled over twice for that, the first was nearly his face planting on the floor, and the second time he almost knocked out a whole plate of drinks. you just somehow managed to muddle over half of senses with your looks alone, maybe he should've considered writing his last letter.

"nagi.. you're staring too much."

the of yours dragged him out of his thoughts line. he saw as you held a sheepish— extra points?—expression, it was either from his heart-eyes eating you alive, or the date itself was bringing you to the nervous state, or both?

nagi cleared his throat, slightly cringing at himself for staring a little too hard. he was absolutely not doing reo's steps justice.

"sorry. you just, look really pretty." if not the prettiest of all, but again, nagi has eyes for you only to pay a mind to others around him.

your breath halts at that, you don't know what to say for a second, nagi himself was complementing you? and the fact that he said as it was a matter of a fact was such an out character thing. but at the same time a an amiable change. and it was for you only.

"thank you, I appreciate that." you say as you kept on twirling your fingers over your hair, you felt like a lovesick teenager. "I think you look very nice as well." you add, almost like a whisper, he still managed to catch it.

nagi let out a scoff, not even a smile forming on his features for that. "it's just hoodie, really."

"i still like it, it's very like you. I'm happy seeing that you can be yourself around me."

he flinch a bit at that, he really wasn't ready for this- it takes a strong-soulful soldier to handle this. and he really, really wanted to be gods strongest warrior just for you. so he gets a grip on himself and mumble a thanks.

you smile sweetly at that, and nagi may really be not the strongest soldier under your spell.

50 points!

STEP THREE: make a conversation! show interest in their personal life and listen to every ramble they have, try to also throw side comments there and here to support them and blow away any negative feelings of the talk being one-sided. also try and talk about your own life to make it easier for them to talk all night. SIDE NOTE: try and joke around to bloom a friendly tune. extra points if you made them laugh!

third time's a charm, right?

however, since nagi was uncommonly unfond of others babbling. in fact he found it annoying and it was hard keeping his eyes evenly open. but then when it comes to you, he found your feathery tune to be airy, he grew ease to it pitch.

so he handed over all his senses of hearing to you on one knee, and let you speak freely. switching between different topics form nowhere, and like the world- his world- itself was turning for you only, his eyes and soul was for you to talk and he'll rot into a shallow void to your lovely enunciate to play on a broken radio repeating.

maybe he should tell you to stop, because your non-touched food was getting cold, and maybe he should tell that to himself that too because he didn't even realize his plate was even there.

it felt like he had drifted from the original plan, instead the tables were turned and he was the one being swoon by you..

not that he minded honestly. but ending the night with you being the one who filled the space was enough to create a makeshift reo berating him, nevertheless, nagi really, really wanted you to like him back. to consider the idea of another date with him.

plus, he also liked your laugh, he really did. didn't the guide say something about making you laugh? even tried telling a joke that you actually chuckled at, something that was unneeded to say that his book was empty, he had to search on google "funny jokes" for gods sakes, how hopeless can he possibly get?

"why couldn't the sunflower ride it bike?" nagi utter flatly, "why" you slope your head to the side. "because it lost it petals." the joke was old, dusty, forsaken. and the urge to recoil the second it left his mouth was understandable. but somehow you still pushed out a laugh at it, you don't know if it was an amusingly one, or because that nonchalant face was clearly begging you to laugh. with that monochromatic tone and all made it even funnier.

that bloomed the smallest amount of exhilaration within his rib cage. it was lovely, and what was made the giddiness to flourish inside his belly was the fact that he was the reason for it. it felt priceless. a sight to a crave in his midst. completely bizarrely about all of this, nagi let's you take over him. to consume him, his heart, his breath and soul were yours to claim.

at least he did something good that night?

70 points!

STEP FOUR: walk them back home! it's quite a simple act but very affected and gentlemanly, make sure to make them feel save and guarded! hidden notes: try to hold their hand!

after paying the price, you and nagi take your leave. with also nagi's off attitude with him opening the doors for you and let you walk first. although, who were to complain about such a treatment? you'll take it

but weirdly enough, nagi was a bit on the edge. like he had a n amount of ants in his pants, couldn't look at your direction, barely spoke out a response, or anything in general. and 一was he holding his breath???一

wait, was nagi actually.... nervous?

you glanced at him, shoulders stiffened, hands moving too much and fast, mouth was dry and agape, half dizzy 一when he isn't?一

now that you did not expect.

it was even ten times worse than him in the cafeteria earlier, it felt like nagi was about to confess to you his cruelest crime. the tenseness was mixed with the deep-seated tenderness, nevertheless, it was a bittersweet taste. and it kept on going until you two stood together by your home.

"i had fun tonight, nagi." you spoke first.

he finally flinched out of his own world, he sees you rubbing your arm, the gesture was sketchy, almost as if you were waiting for him to say something, anything.

but nagi's mind was blank, blow out an air in his ear and it will run out of the other, empty head. yet his mind was roaming, that need to say something clung up to him again. too many thoughts he cannot process.

but all nagi did know was he wanted you to stay a little longer.

"that's.. good?" he should have stayed quiet, what kind of answer is that.

you nodded awkwardly in agreement, breathing out an 'yeah..' he felt a bit guilty at making you feel uncomfortable, the fact of him being unfaithful may have crossed your mind, and nagi didn't like it. but you always managed to make feel weird, he always felt too warm when you would get close to him, words were lost when he would look at your eyes, and now this..

but despite everything, he felt like himself when he was with you the most..

every game had it secret move, and his was that he need to let himself be.

"can we do this again? i also had a good night." a part of nagi wanted to add that it was one of the best nights he ever had, yet it was too cheesy, cringe.

"yes!" you replied, too fast. you sounded so desperate! you palmed your mouth, embarrassment remains on your face as you cleared your throat. "i mean.. yes, we can do this again."

nagi had to physically bent down his head, he was gonna set you on fire alive with his eyes, if he may say, you looked cute when flustered. and his heart wouldn't stop beating so infuriated, almost bursting out raw of chest.

nagi for some reason, stretched out his arms. it was bold and he knew it, he just did it and hoped for you to handle it. "um.. can i?" he sees you halting at your place. eyes ogling around but his own.

you walk up all jittery to him until there's barely any inches left between the two of you, you kept your eyes glued to your feet as if it was the most interesting thing in this moment, but it's also like you were asking him if it was okay, unsureness. so he pushes your head gently forward to rest on his stiffen chest. an arm runs around your back to force you as close as possible to him.

you shrivel when nagi's nose would be buried deep unto your hair locks. your scent would draw him at slacken, his whole body bending against yours that you felt like he wanted to crawl under your skin desperately, searching for the seeds of endless love you endowed to him.

you didn't know if you were somehow intoxicated, but you swore that you felt a pair of soft lips pressing against your skull, god, you felt like melting and soon to become a paste sliding down between his fingers. you gently pushed yourself back, and perhaps you imagined nagi's whining for you to not let go. it's like you were gonna fly away once he unwrapped you free. the second you meet his face, a pout expression on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from cupping his cheeks, squeezing them slightly. a smile made it way to your face as his eyebrows grew frowned.

nagi's hands were on yours, pulling them down from his face, but not too far. unabashedly keeping his eyes locked with yours, he was holding you tight and close, basically hostage. the bug-stomach is back at again but more fiercely than ever.

80 points!

FINAL STEP: kiss.

the dull hue travels down on your lips. boldly, he doesn't look away for what felt like eternity, if anything it seems like they grew heavy the second you parted them slightly to say something that sticked on your tongue.

"can i kiss you?"

was he trying to kill you?

you don't respond, instead you made a move to give him a quick peck on his cheek. backing off faster than ever. nagi stood still, rooting in his place, completely bamboozled. his mind stopped working and his eyes were drifting off in different directions.一is it normal that he felt like melting to the ground?一

"im so sorry, nagi- i just got really nervous and-"

"seishiro."

"eh?"

"seishiro, call me seishiro." he finally found a piece of mind to say. he didn't know if it came out as a command, but he sincerely wanted you to call him by his name. he'd die a happy man then.

"well.. goodnight, seishiro. can't wait for our next date," you said, weaving before your door. nagi barely being able to wave back, his mind was still half empty. you just made him see the light of the stars and left with with the sweetest, loveliest smile for him to think about for the next couple of weeks.

maybe he stood there for a little longer than he should have, his face was on fire, his heart on race track. antithesis of the nonchalant face he had, he made a move to rub the spot you pressed your soft lips against. and the first thing that came to his mind that it was definitely worth it.

and by now, he absolutely forgot about the points and the game itself. oh well, at least half of it worked. he just did it in his own version, which apparently was charming to you. nagi thinks if being charm to you, than he can come over anything.

limitless points! you have made your own path to the heart!

[npookie0]

A Day To Celebrate.

Ronin x reader scenario, reader's birthday with their partner, fluff, cutsy, maybe some swears and spoilers for the route.

Wish me a happy birthday in the comments, wouldja darlin'? On Feb 3rd your fav lil writer blessed this earthly vale with their presence.

Ronin Beaufort - The Devil.

"Ronin, it's three in the morning. Why the fuck are calling me now?!" You murmured to your phone, or rather to the person on the other side of a call that woke you up.

Ronin, your boyfriend and the most annoying bastard known to mankind, called you out of nowhere and very rudely woke you up.

Seriously, can't you even sleep on your own birthday? Right. It's your birthday, one year closer to death, or however your edgy boyfriend would call it. You wanted to have a good night's sleep for once in the three hundred sixty five days the year offered you, but yet again, someone can't let you have this moment of peace.

"Awh, did I wake you up, writer darlin'? Tsktsk, well too bad. We're heading out, I'm at your door so chop chop." What. No way, no way he wasn't serious...

You jumped out of your bed, practically ran to your window and looked out of it. There he was. Bathed in shadows and darkness, his signature beanie with red horns on his head, phone to his ear while he was looking at your bedroom window. You could swear that he had that shit eating grin glued to his face even tho you couldn't see him clearly.

"What are you doing at my door at three in the morning?" You didn't know if you were more annoyed at him, or at the stupid butterflies in your stomach that were trying to tear your flesh apart from inside.

His chuckle filled your ears and you knew that you were already lost in his game. "It's a surprise love, don't worry, I'm sure you'll like it. Just get yourself all dolled up, but don't take too long. It would be a shame if I had to break down your door."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The call has ended and you were left staring at him through your window. Fucking Beaufort! Always meddling in and knowing that you will always agree to everything. Maybe it's his rot influencing you, or maybe you're just so fucked up on your own, you didn't know - even though you chose to give yourself the benefit of the doubt and went with the former.

You left your house, greeted by a whistle and cup of coffee being placed in your hand. You looked at Ronin who was looking you up and down, satisfied with the view.

"Well, well, what an eye candy you are, truly a lil piece of art." He complimented you and kissed your forehead.

"Oh please, cut the compliments. Why are you waking me up at this ungodly hour." He snickered at your comments. Ungodly. A word perfectly fitting the antichrist. Sometimes you wondered how much of this devil-may-care attitude was really just his way of adapting to being made the devil in his childhood and how much of it was truly him.

"Oh, don't be like that darling." He gave you a pout and snickered when you punched his shoulder. "Feisty, just how I like you."

"Beaufort " You gave him a warning stare.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell ya." Ronin put his arms up in a defeated way. "I'm taking you out, 's your birthday and I, as the most devilishly amazing boyfriend you could ever ask for, have a little something for you." If it wasn't for his high ego and the late hour you would smile and call him sweet, but you can't give him that compliment when your body still desperately needs sleep.

"So, this plan of yours couldn't wait for the sun to be out?" You raised your eyebrow and sipped the coffee he gave you, at least something to keep you awake.

"Nah, it has to be now or the gift wouldn't be as exquisite as it is. And trust me, once you see it, you'll be thanking me for waking you up "

You rolled your eyes but with a small smile you took his outstretched hand. "Alright then Romeo, lead the way." You said jokingly.

"Awh sorry to disappoint you, love, but we're not dying at the end. You have to put the poison away for now, Juliet." What a romantic thing to say, especially when it's coming from a serial killer.

Finally after a long motorcycle drive the two of you arrived at a place you never seen before. Well, you couldn't exactly see anything now either, there were no street lights, just you two and the moon looming over the whole damn place, romantic and dangerous at the same time, just like your favourite serial killer.

"So you wanted to show me complete darkness? That's such a nice birthday surprise Ro, really." You said with a sarcastically sweet voice.

"And I thought you were the smartie, sweetheart." He pinched your cheek. "Obviously there's something more, come on." He took you by the hand and started walking, pulling you behind.

While you were walking you felt tall grass and flowers rubbing against your legs, you were obviously going through a narrow path because Ronin had to go in front of you. Your eyes were slowly adjusting to the surroundings, you could see an outline of flowers, they were white that's all you could tell so far.

Finally, after a short walk, you could see a weak light on the ground in the distance, something like an electric lantern. Your curiosity grew stronger with every second. What could Ronin possibly prepare for you? A dead body came to mind first, probably one with its heart cut out and some romantic meaning behind the "art piece". It's not like you wouldn't appreciate it, it's a gift... A very peculiar one at that.

"Are ya ready?" He asked, his voice a little shaky, like he's stressed by this gift he was about to give you. Somehow it made you more excited. If it caused Ronin to be so concerned, then it had to come from his heart even if he would play it off as being nonchalant later.

"Well you did wake me up at three in the morning and rode me here for an hour, so yeah, I'm ready Ronin." Your remark about the journey was light-hearted, you wanted to calm him down a little.

"Hah, you're damn right." With a more relaxed voice he took a few final steps and you could see the gift he has prepared.

"No dead bodies? What a shame, Butcher." You teased him and looked around.

In front of you there was a lantern, lighting up a small circle that you and him were standing in. You could get a better look at your surroundings now. You were standing in a meadow.... A meadow full of white lilies. It was mesmerising, the flowers bathed in the weak light.

"'s not the main part of the gift, but..." Ronin's hushed voice came from behind you, and his hand pushed your head up. "Look up, darlin'." You did as he told you to and...

Oh gods the view was just perfect. A sunrise in the horizon, weakly lighting up the world, making the white flowers pop even more. You were just mesmerised by this.

"Ronin this is..."

"Worth waking up so early?" He finished your sentence jokingly.

"I was about to say beautiful but sure, have it your way, idiot." You elbowed him and scoffed. "So what's the main gift?" You looked at him now, he was holding something behind his back.

His eyes were locked on yours, the dark void trapping you in itself like destruction.

"I've got something, it's... I made this." His voice was rushed when he handed you a box.

It was small, not bigger than a jewelry box. You were curious, especially since he said it was handmade. You slowly lifted the lid and the thing you saw inside made your heart stop for a second.

Inside was a thin chain with a pendant, the pendant was a small skull with a lily in one of its eyes. You moved it between your fingers, at the skull's back there was an engraved letter "R" symbolising him.

"... It's not the best thing I've made but uh I tried." You looked up from the gift, Ronin wasn't even looking at you. He was shy? Or maybe embarrassed? He was kinda cute like this....

You didn't know what to say, no words would describe the happiness his gift gave you. So instead of saying anything you pulled him into a tight hug.

"Ronin, thank you. This means so much to me, I'll never take this off." You whispered, clenching the necklace in your hand.

"Hah, I told ya that you'd like it." Oh, and the nonchalant asshole is back.

You were smiling the whole way home, sometimes raising your hand to the pendant just to feel it again. And to think that this small gift would make you so happy....

It was truly a magical beginning of a birthday full of surprises for you.

I'm so happy to be able to share my birthday with all my amazing readers 🫶 I love you all

- N

(await more fics now because I'll get a laptop (hopefully!!!) and I have super great plans for my future writings and maybe a lil special piece I'm working on with someone 👀)

[draczrys]

I know Criston Cole is not who you usually write for and I know he’s not a fan favorite but could you write a Drabble or one shot of Criston Cole x Reader? I love Fabian Frankel and just wish to read something with one of his characters. Much love! 💕

brb just added him to my muse list bc mr fabian is yum & early s1 criston is bearable. and this trope!! my fave medieval theme ever. like wdym i’m not supposed to love a boy w big brown eyes

COURTLY LOVE. ❨ criston cole x reader ❩

the standing of a riverland lord's youngest daughter was nothing of note to the realm. little to inherit, a pitiful dowry, barely a suitor at the door. so, the seven must have blessed you the day queen aemma requested your presence at court. the princess was of age now, and in need of ladies in waiting of noble birth.

suddenly, the world was a different place. thrown into the deep end of the red keep, you had all the dresses you wished for and every suitor at court vying for your hand in marriage. no longer just an unknown lady, but a lady of the crown. still, there wasn't a single lord or son that caught your eye. not since you saw him.

"... ser criston cole!"

your breath had caught in your throat as the young knight shed his helmet and blinked up to the royal box, respects paid to the king before he looks to you.

"i would like to ask for your lady's favour, if she would be so kind," he spoke, voice smooth, eyes never leaving your own. if it weren't for rhaenyra's elbow in your side, you're sure you would have stared all day.

"best of luck, ser," comes your wishes, leaning over the wooden rail to drop your favour over his joust. you had spent a whole day on it, the princess on her's too, weaving daisies and lavender into a pretty ring. "i hope that you win."

"as do i," criston muses, smirking. "if it means speaking with you again, my lady."

a blush burns at your cheeks, hurrying to sit back down. you ignore rhaenyra's teasing and watch the knight mount his horse, readying himself for the competition. he knocks down lord after lord, knight after knight, even defeating prince daemon. the heat in your chest has your heart beating quicker, head somewhat hazy as you watch on in delight.

the chaos of a tourney day sweeps you up from your daydreaming, ushered behind the princess to dress her for the feast. though she speaks to you as you braid her hair, it's barely audible past the heavy thoughts of the knight in your ears. eventually, when rhaenyra is summoned to her mother, you find the time to catch your breath in an empty hallway. leaning against the cold stone, your eyes squeeze shut to urge any romantic ideas from your mind.

"my good luck charm."

the sudden voice startles you, turning quickly to ready yourself in defence. but there, only a few steps away, is your knight. for a moment, you think he's talking about you. noting your furrowed brows and slightly cocked head, he raises the favour you had gifted into view.

"ah," you breathe out, a smile growing on your lips. "i'm glad it was of use."

criston mirrors your smile, steps closing the space between you, his armour clinking as it still rests on his bones. his arm reaches out, offering the flowered ring back to you. "it is custom the knight returns the favour to the lady, if they have survived."

glancing at the branches and petals your hands had tirelessly woven, then back to the warm eyes that watch you so carefully, that strange feeling creeps back into your chest. you shake your head.

"keep it," you urge, cheeks rounding. "perhaps it will bring you luck again."

cole's brows raise, interest obviously piqued at your suggestion. his smile turns crooked, eyes sparkling with a life you'd only seen outside of the walls of the keep.

"and will you be present, again? in case it is you, and not the favour, that has blessed me." his tongue is playful and teasing, but his eyes hold a sincerity you daren't question.

"i cannot promise my presence to be so virtuous." you giggle breathily, eyes darting to the ground for a moment to spare yourself the dizziness that comes from his gaze. "and i should--"

"a kiss then."

the blunt but hopeful proposition snaps your eyes back to him, unsure of whether to be more shocked, offended or delighted. criston smirks, obviously enjoying your surprise. "as a precaution, of course."

stomach jumping with nerves, heart dancing with excitement, you watch his eyes carefully in an attempt to gauge whether he was taunting you or not. but no, still only genuine.

shuffling forward, close enough now, you slowly stretch upwards onto your tiptoes. eyes locked, your lips journeying closer to his cheek - slightly stubbled, but littered with freckles. they barely brush his skin before he turns his head, quicker than you can notice, replacing his cheek with his lips.

the surprise that overtakes you is quickly subdued by the sweet taste of his kiss. his lips soft, just relishing in yours. not desperate or rough as you had seen with older lords and ladies, but delicate and kind. he only parts when he feels you swoon a little in his arms, smiling against the aftertaste of the kiss. breathless, you look at each other, caught up in the warmth between you.

"my lady," criston murmurs, stepping back from your space when he hears the distant patter of feet. bowing at the waist, his eyes still linger on your own. "until next time."

[nejiverse]

UNTIL I FALL ASLEEP

Sae Itoshi [pt2 to 'his amnesiac']

In which Y/n unravels the mysteries shrouding her lost memories. Fem! Reader

part 1

cw: c/n is cat's name, reader owns glasses, angst

1980 words

"I'm your wife but to me, you're a stranger".

Wife.

Sae's words were caught up in his throat. Even before the accident, him and Y/n weren't married yet, only engaged.

In spite of this, Sae always used to call Y/n his wife and it would never cease to make her flustered.

The fact that she referred to herself as his wife made him extremely happy.

Pitter-patter noises interrupted the loud silence between them as Y/n turned her head to the side. Sae had no reaction seeing as he already knew who the culprit was.

A snowy white cat made its appearance from behind the couch and immediately made itself cozy in Y/n's lap.

She was startled at first but found herself smiling as she reluctantly brought her hand down to pet it.

Sae could see the brightness in her eyes from the mere presence of the cat. Y/n was always fond of them and it took weeks of convincing for Sae to finally give in and let them get a cat.

"What's its name?", she asked, her hands fiddling with the dainty bell of the collar around the cat's neck.

"Just cat", he responded.

"Are you serious?", Y/n chuckled lightly.

"Well you called her (c/n) but I always thought cat was just fine", he shrugged his shoulders.

Sae's eyes fell on the large clock hanging opposite them, turning away to prepare dinner. "You hungry?", he asked.

"She's got eyes just like yours".

Sae's feet stopped.

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Y/n gasped.

"This one! This is the one I want".

She oohed and awed at the cat who pawed at her feet, taking the feline in her arms and shoving it Sae's face.

"She's adorable isn't she!".

"You said you wanted to come in here for a 'look' not to take one home", Sae raised a brow. He wasn't fond of the thought of cat fur everywhere.

"Aw but Saeee", she drawled out, inching closer to her fiancé. "Can we please take her home?".

Sae internally scolded himself for being so weak to Y/n's pleading eyes. He grumbled under his breath and sighed in defeat.

"I suppose..", if it made her happy then he'd buy the whole store.

"You're the best!", she spoke as she held his cheeks in her hands and placed a kiss on his lips once, twice, before pulling away and taking the cat up in her arms again.

"Slate outer rings with teal all the way to the black".

"What?".

With that smile he grew to love so much, she asked. "Wanna know why I chose her?".

"Why?".

"Cause she's got eyes just like yours".

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His eyes stung. So bad. He needed to leave before he let his emotions get the best of him, and he did just that.

Entering the kitchen, Sae closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his arm coming up over his eyes and his teeth clenching together.

He missed her so dearly. The old Y/n. The one he fell in love with.

They say you don't know what you have until it's gone. It was a phrase Sae heard a couple of times in his lifetime.

And now that he was living this phrase, he understood it all too well.

She was like a blessing sent from above, and what did he ever do deserve such a gift? Nothing. Sae doesn't think he's ever done anything in his life to be deserving of such a blessing. Maybe that's why it was all taken from him.

What an unfortunate life.

Dinner was quiet— nothing new.

Y/n was conflicted. And the quietness only gave room for negative thoughts to pile up in her head. She felt like the body she was in wasn't hers. She felt like an intruder.

She looked at her reflection in the spoon she held in her hand.

She was so different.

"Sae", she spoke.

She said his name.

If Sae was a puppy, his ears would've perked up by now.

"Tell me more about your fiancée", she said.

Y/n knew what kind of person she was, and how she lived her life before the accident. But she didn't need that version of herself because no one who knew that her was around anymore. She needed to know who she was in Sae's life because he's the only person she has left.

"My fiancée..", he repeated, his spoon tapping against his plate and his eyes falling onto the carrots at the side of his plate that he had no intentions of eating.

He didn't even know where to begin with describing her... he was starting to believe there were no words to describe her. She was just so perfect.

He opted to describe what she liked and her occupation.

"My fiancée, she was a neurosurgeon. Well not an official one, she was still doing her apprenticeship. She also loved romance movies. That was how our Friday night always went. She was the best cook to ever exist, ever since we started dating I could barely survive a day without a home cooked meal. She was so kind that we never had an argument. She always opted to sit down and talk about it. That is until the day of the accident..but that was different. It wasn't her at all, it was me. I provoked her to anger", he tightened his hold on his spoon.

"And she was way too beautiful for her own good. She always beat herself up about her looks and I would always do anything and everything to reassure her that she was wrong. Actions speak louder that words right?".

Y/n's eyes widened and she covered her red cheeks, flustered as to what Sae was implying. Suddenly the old grocery list stuck onto the fridge with a magnet that said 'Mallorca' couldn't have looked more interesting.

"She was also..", Sae pushed the glasses case that laid on the far side of the table towards her. "As blind as a bat", only when it came to reading though but regardless, Sae always teased her for squinting her eyes when she was too lazy to put on her glasses.

"You're really lovesick, Sae", she laughed. "I'm sure your fiancée would've made fun of you for it". His words really helped her mind settle down.

Of course he was lovesick. In fact, he used to think love was stupid and was only for fools who had no aspirations for themselves. He never thought he'd fall in love, let alone with someone as gentle and as kind as Y/n.

What Sae wouldn't give to be able to turn back time.

Bed time was less awkward.

Y/n glanced around the room which her and Sae used to share, it felt so familiar, yet she couldn't recall a single instance where she slept or rather did anything at all in that room.

Y/n opened the wardrobe and ran her hand across the variety of clothes hung up neatly, looking for pyjamas to change into.

She had no luck so she searched the chest of drawers across from the large king sized bed and luckily found a nightdress in which she could change into.

Y/n was once again help captive by her train of thoughts as she undressed. The familiar smells lingering around the room made her head ache from trying to pull the forgotten memories deep in her mind forward.

She pulled her top up over her head as it fell onto her lap, her eyes coming in contact with the framed photo of her and Sae in a country she knew was nowhere near Japan displayed on the dresser. She had no recollection of posing for that picture and it was breaking her heart because she looked so happy in it.

Was it really possible for her to regain her old life?

In that same instance, Y/n heard the bathroom door swing open, making her turn her head sharply.

"I'm changing!", she blurted without a second thought.

Sae shut the door again until it was slightly ajar.

"Oh sorry. This is new for me too", he spoke in a neutral tone.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek, feeling a bit bad for her reaction. Did she even have the right to react that way? They were engaged before the accident and Sae was merely doing what came natural to him.

This naturalness was something he deeply missed. Especially when he used to sneak up behind her right after taking a shower and embrace her, purposefully getting her clothes damp.

He would've been able to do just that if only he had apologised that day.

How he longed to be able to touch her again.

"It's okay", Y/n retorted, slipping into the nightdress. "Can you show me to my room please? I'd like to go to bed now", she spoke in a voice just loud enough for Sae to hear. She was sure a good night's sleep would help her get rid of unpleasant thoughts.

Upon arriving at the spare room, it was the first time Y/n had gotten time to herself after the accident.

She sat on the bed and let out a sigh that seemed to have been stuck deep down in her chest for a while now.

She wished this was all a joke. She wished someone would flick on the lights and jump in front of her rambling on about how easily she fell for it.

That would never happen though.

The moonlight would be the only source of light the bedroom would receive unless she got up and flicked the lights on herself, and most certainly, no one would jump in front of her because it was only her in the room.

Her attention was drawn to the lengthy mirror standing in the corner of the room. Y/n narrowed her eyes at her reflection.

"I've changed so much...I find it hard to believe this is me", she uttered to herself, her hands making their way up to her face.

Y/n got up and stood before the mirror, her reflection a stranger staring back at her. The person she saw was familiar yet foreign, a jumble of features she couldn't quite place. Her hand trembled as she reached out, fingertips grazing the cool surface of the glass.

With a shaky breath, she whispered, "Why did this have to happen to me of all people?".

The words hung heavy in the air, unanswered.

It wasn't fair.

As she gazed into unfamiliar eyes, she felt her vision begin to blur and her legs tremble just like her lips.

Y/n collapsed onto the floor and hid her face in the palms of her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Each sob ripped through her chest, a symphony of anguish echoing in the silence of the room.

Sae paused in the doorway, the faint sound of stifled sobs pulling at his heartstrings. His mind told him to just let her be for now but his heart disagreed. Soon enough he found himself outside her room.

He knocked on the door before opening it and for a moment, he stood frozen, a myriad of emotions swirling within him. His heart ached at the sight of her pain, aching to ease the burden she carried.

But there was little he could do, and he felt so useless for that.

Y/n wiped her eyes upon sensing the presence of a second person and turned her head towards the man behind her.

"This might be a bit selfish of me Sae but, can you stay with me? Until I fall asleep".

masterlist :)

[lilimaginebean]

jjk men in bridgerton universe (fem!reader)

characters: geto, gojo, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna

🎋 masterlist

Dearest gentle reader, the enchanting season of balls and soirees has once graced us with its presence, and with it comes the ever-present hunt for the most elegible and desirable bachelors. This year, the competition is fiercer than ever, as six distinguished gentlemen have captured the hearts of many a lady and become the talk of the town. Their charm and refinement have set the social scene ablaze, leaving many a heart affluter. Join me as we delve into the charms and virtues of these gallant suitors.Yours sincerely, Lady Whistledown

suguru geto was raised alongside the prince gojo satoru. he inherited his title (duke) from his father, a humble doctor who earned his nobility by saving the king's life. suguru arrived in London at the request of satoru, who sought his loyal friend's support in the quest for a suitable bride

he wasn't in search of a wife; his primary purpose for being there was to assist his best friend prince!satoru

he met you in the first ball of the season, where he witnessed one of your suitors behaving disrespectfully; so he rescued you from him

after that memorable everning, where you spent hours engrossed in conversation, duke!suguru began to reconsider his stance on marriage

he courted you with thoughtful yet extravagant gifts—limited edition books with author's notes, flowers not commonly found in London, and equisite dresses crafted from the finest materials

long, leisurely promenades during mornings and enjoyable dances at the balls during nights

on evenings without balls, you would share your dreams, secrets, and intimate thoughts under the soft glow of the moonlight

he gathered the courage to propose, and upon receiving your "yes", he sought for family's blessing for your hand in marriage

private but enchanting wedding, attended by your family, his mother, and prince!satoru

as a token of his love, duke!suguru gave you the ring that had been worn by his grandma and mama during their marriages.

he purchased a charming house next to the castle, so both of you could live there happily

you had three kids, two boys and one girl

“It has always been you and i cannot do nothing but offer you all what i possess, including myself”

satoru gojo who considered suguru to be both his brother and trusted advisor, often seeks his counseld and important matters. he is widely recognized for his charismatic and charming Casanova-like personality, having lots of affairs. As the heir of the United Kingdom he embarked on a journey to London with the singular goal of finding a suitable wife.

his aim was to marry the diamond of the season, yet sadly, she showed no interest in him at all

fate itervened when he encountered you in the royal gardens, where you were gazing at the stars and engaged in an animated conversation with your suitor. finding your enthusiasm amusing, he felt drawn to your charm

he asked suguru to gather information about you. it turned out you belonged to one of London's wealthiest families

recognizing your humility and profund influence your family had in the kingdom and in other kingdoms, satoru made the bold decision to seek your father's permission for your hand in marriage

despite the fact you did not know him at all, you found yourself abroad a trip bound for your new home

extravagant and luxurious wedding, featuring an abudance of guests that lasted an entire week. unfortunately, the celebration became awkward, as you had yet to truly interact with prince!satoru

satoru chose to end his love affairs the moment he married you

at first, interactions were solely focused on the purpose of ensuring a royal heir for the Gojo family through pregnancy

as time went on, he felt guilty for leaving you alone in the castle all day. he began inviting you to join him in his tasks, discovering your passion for astronomy and realizing you were more than just a pretty face from a wealthy family

within just a month, you had transformed into a pair of lovebirds who could scarcely bear to be apart

satoru is delighted in bringing you thoughtful gifts from his travels, each one intricately connected to your passion for astronomy

you had five kids, three boys and two girls

“maybe the stars were the reason why we met, but i am going to be the reason for you to stay”

kento nanami whose family is highly respected throughout London. He is a viscount who enjoyed a long standing connection with the royal family, being even close friend to prince!satoru and duke!suguru. As a result, he is often seen at all significant events. At the age of twenty-eight, prompted by his father's wishes, viscount!nanami decided it was time to find a wife.

had a notebook with the names of ladies he thought he might have a chance with

he was taken aback when he discovered that one of his childhood friends—yourself—had emerged as a debutante. he almost had a heart attack when he knew you were the diamond of the season

with the intention of reconnecting rather than courting, nanami approached you for a brief conversation

you confided in him about exhausting pressure of having numerous suitors vying for your attention.

in a moment of genuine kindness nanami offered to court you, suggesting that it would provide you with an opportunity to realx from the encounters of the other suitors

what began as three leisurely promenades a week quickly transformed into a daily ritual

every suitor you had gradually withdrew, as your connection with viscount!nanami deepened

the undeniable chemistry and bond between you were simply too intense to ignore even for both of you. with the season drawing to a close, he formally asked for your hand in marriage

the wedding was a momentous occasion, capturing the attention of London. even prince!satoru attended this grand event with his wife, who was carrying the heir of the kingdom

you had four kids, three boys and one girl

“darling, you have nothing to envy to diamonds. you worth more than all diamonds in the world”

choso is a baron hailed from a modest family but well-respect family withing their country. as the eldest son of nine, he carried the responsibility of taking care of his family. In pursuit of expanding the family business baron!choso traveled to London to sought new partners.

one of his potential business associate informed him about the prestigious opening ball, and with little else on his agenda, he decided to attended

his sweet, gently and polite demeanor quickly capitvated everyone he met. in the span of a single night, choso trasformed into one of the most sought-after suitors in the room

one morning, while strolling through the park and trying to evade the eager mamas and their daughters, he inadvertently collided with you, causing you to tumble to the pavement

concerned for your well-being, he chose to remain by your side for the rest of the day. his frequent visits during your recovery turned into cherised moments, and love began to blossom

he admitted his main goal was to increase the company's earnings enough that his family would no longer worry about financial issues

you shared your desire to travel the globe, having had fragile health and being rarely allowed outside by your parents

eventually, he mustered the courage to ask for your hand in marriage, promising to fulfill your dream of traveling the world together

wedding was a modest affair, attended only by close family members

in the first three years of your marriage, you and baron!choso traveled around the globe; allowing him to expand his business internationally while you explored the amazing world you had always longed to see

by the fifth year, choso purchased a charming house in the wealthiest street in London; where you both settled down to start a family

you had seven kids, four boys and three girls

“you will make me the most fortunate man if you let me make your dreams come true”

toji fushigiro is the most esteemed warrior in the United Kingdom's army. He escaped his abusive family by enlisting, quickly gaining notoriety for his reckless and individualistic battle style. He ascended to colonel in just a year. After sustaining injuries in combat, toji arrived in London.

he crossed paths with you in the red light district. emerging for a cabaret, he spotted you as you passed by, searching for him. knowing his past as a hitman, you approached to him with a mission, help you find your sister. he accepted the mission

your sister and you were bastards, leading your father to deny both of you, and your mother sold you. fortunately, you were taken in by a kind farmer

now an adult you had decided to spend your savings to travel to London in hopes of reuniting with your sister

toji and you moved together into a humble apartment, to make the search easier

as your shared late-night drinks, a unique friendship began to blossoms, with both of you opening up about your pasts

eventually, you and him discovered that your sister had managed to escape with a painter two years prior. on the same night of this relevation, he received a call to defend the kingdom

for the first time, toji felt genuine empathy for your plight, as you were left with no money and without your sister. in a moment of compassion, he proposed marriage, knowing that this would elevate your status and provide you with a modest home on the outskirts of town

his benevolent gesture made you fall in love with him

after two years of war, he returned home with two children, a boy and a girl. you embraced them as your own

your kindness and nuturing spirit towards both the children and him made him realize what a remarkable partner you were.

you fell in love first but he fell harder

you had three kids, two girls and one boy

“i won’t be able to thank your sister enough, if it wasn’t for her, i wouldn’t have the chance to met you and call you mine”

sukuna rules the Ottoman Empire with a reputation of his cold-hearted yet rational approach to governance. Despite his stern demeanor, he commands respect from other kingdoms and empires. Determined to secure a worthy wife to bear him respected heirs, he travels to London on a quest for a suitable partner.

you first encountered him as he was stepping out of the first ball, visibly defeated by his failure to find anyone worth of his stature. just then, you were defending a debutante from an inappropiate suitor

sukuna intervened before the man could lay a hand on you

grateful for his chivalry, you thanked him but insisted you could have handled the situation on your own

he found your attitude cocky and thought you would need a punishment to know who you were talking to

after investigating you, he discovered that you found the process of courting and being a debutante frustrating and pointless. your deep annoyance with the system often made you feel ill whenever a gentlemen attempted to court you

he decided to punish you by courting you. you recognized his playfull intentions and decided to match his wit by accepting his expensive gifts while demanding even greater offerings in return

dynamic of enemies to lovers

sukuna soon realized you were everything he sought in a partner, a powefull lady excelling in various disciplines. music? you mastered five instruments effortlesly. art? your hiperrealism paintings left onlookers in awe. manners? everyone envy your poise, grafecul expressions and sharp wit

you began to see him in a new light. he was a wealthy man who wasn't uncomfortable with your honest opinions or strong personality

he demanded you to marry him, you demanded him to ask it in a nicer way

greatest wedding of the century, a lavish celebration where he proudly displayed his new bride to every kingdom and empire

you had one kid, a boy

“do you know what’s better than a king and his empire? a king with his powerful queen”

[zaldritzosrose]

Rampion (Sihtric x Rapunzel!Reader)

Summary: Locked in a tower for years, having been coveted for your blessed beauty by the witch Skade. Never knowing the outside world, never knowing where you had come from. The walls of your tower were the only place you knew. Until your stranger, the unexpected hero, saved you and stole you away.

CW: MINORS DNI (it may be fluff, but it's my blog my rules), afab reader, she/her pronouns (referring to Skade), only reader description is of hair long enough to scale the tower, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of imprisonment, Skade being a deplorable human, mentions of thievery (Sihtric, naughty naughty), allusions to smut, mentions of magic and prophecy, references to Norse deities and practices.

Words: 4684

My darling girl, sunshine of my day @thenameswinter99 I am so sorry it took me so long to finish this. But I hope it's everything you wanted it to be. Maybe I'll even treat you to a part two, but I won't make you wait months this time!

The offering your mother made before you were born was supposed to be a blessing. Asking the goddess Freyja to bless you with grace and beauty to one day secure a safe and prosperous match that would benefit the kingdom.

It had done anything but.

You had grown up to be more beautiful than your mother could have ever dreamed. Men from all corners of Dane controlled land came to plead for your hand. Making promise after promise.

But men were not the only ones who coveted you. A witch named Skade, a woman hated and feared in equal measure by your people. She wanted your blessing, the favour the Freyja had showered on you before your birth. She wanted that for herself. In any way she could.

News of your beauty had travelled through clan after clan, some daring to say you were the most beautiful.

Skade could not risk losing you to some Dane earl or the like. Her only option? To take you for herself.

And she did.

You hadn’t seen the outside of the stone tower for as long as you could remember. You knew this hadn’t always been your life, but the memories were hazy. Like looking back at them through fog.

Skade had made you reliant solely on her. Never leaving the confines of the stone around you. The only way you saw the outside was through the large window, high enough to see through the trees and to the expanse of green land and small villages in the distance.

Maybe one of them was your real home? Maybe one of them held people who missed you? Or maybe Skade was right, the world was too dangerous for someone so blessed as you. That you were safer locked away than out and free.

You spent your time on numerous hobbies. Painting, sewing, reading, anything you could turn your hand to. Skade would always return to you with something new for you to do, be it paints, charcoals or books. You were never short of a distraction.

The tower was simple, a single room filled with everything you needed. A soft bed with numerous furs to keep you warm, a gift from Skade. Strewn around the room were the remnants of your hobbies. The most notable, however, was the vanity across from your bed.

Your pride and joy, over all your hobbies and creations, was your hair. The long braid that at times you would hang from the window of the tower. Skade had gained a habit of tugging gently on the end to alert you to her presence. The impressive braid scaled down the entire tower, thick enough to allow Skade to climb it without causing you any pain.

But you were desperate for more.

Anything that wasn’t the walls of stone, Skade’s voice that would at times irritate you. But you had nothing else. Where would you go if you could escape?

Sihtric was content. Life in Coccham was easy. The town thrived enough; Uhtred ruled fairly as its lord. He had always been an adventurer, a traveller. He enjoyed his home in Coccham, but he found it hard to remain in one place for long.

But there was a past time Sihtric kept well secret from even his friends. Since he was a child, he had a penchant for theft. Blending into these surroundings, becoming someone else. And gaining all he coveted as a result; be it jewels or women.

There were times he would disappear for days, even weeks on end. Always returning home, with a tale a numerous ‘gifts’ for his friends. None of them questioned it. They likely knew. They knew him well enough by now. But they also knew he would never stop. It was something ingrained within him. It was who Sihtric was.

Warrior. Dane. Thief.

It had been months since he had left Coccham. Nothing quite interesting enough to draw him away from his creature comforts, from his friends.

Until he heard of some travelling merchants, over the waters from France. Merchants always brought things of interest. Trinkets to steal. Women to seduce at times. He had stolen from French merchants before, their wares always varied and beautiful.

He listened out for word of their movements. When they neared Coccham, he prepared himself to leave. Slipping out as night fell so as not to raise more suspicion than necessary. People always noticed, but no one ever confronted him on it. His bag was packed simply. No more than his smaller weapons, food and changes of clothing.

His horse had been saddled the night before, a clue to his plans to anyone who paid attention. When the town was covered in darkness, he left, not planning to stop until he was at least a day’s ride from the merchant’s camp. It would give him time enough to plan his next move. And of course, to see what was worth stealing.

The ride was quick, which worked in Sihtric’s favour. He made his camp and waited. A day passed and he was more than ready.

And to his luck, the carts soon crossed the horizon. It was normal for merchants to make a night’s camp before entering a city or town, and these were no different. He watched them, counting the carts, counting the chests he knew would be filled with all kinds of treasures and trinkets.

Sihtric waited until dark, it was rare for merchants to guard their wares. Whether it was pride or naivety he did not know. But it always worked to his benefit. Once he could see each of them were asleep, he made his move. Practiced movements allowing him to enter their camp safely.

In his youth, he would have tried to take more than he could carry, risking detection in his greed. Now, he knew where the most precious items would be kept. Usually the chests with the most intricate locks and protection. But he was more than capable of breaking into such things.

Practice made perfect after all.

He was quick to pick the lock, hearing trained both on the sleeping merchants around him and the clicks needed for the lock to open. Slowly, he opened the chest and made quick work of searching for the most valuable of items.

Soon, he was satisfied. Returning the chest to closed and leaving the lock as if it had never been opened. The perfect ruse.

As quiet as he entered, he exited the camp with his finds.

Sihtric made sure to store his new stolen treasures away securely, wrapping anything he could in his spare clothing and hiding them deep in his pack. He was in no rush to return home, finding the solitude more relaxing than he ever had. He chose a longer route back to Coccham, a natural trail that led his through a wide expanse of forest.

He was entirely daydreaming, leading his horse with his eyes trained on the dirt path below him. It was only the sound of distant singing that drew him from his reverie.

His steps fell still, listening intently for the direction the singing came from. It was one of the sweetest voices he had ever heard. Curiosity and apprehension gnawed at his gut, his free hand clutching his hammer pendant while his other gripped his steed’s reigns tight.

It was not long before the singing grew louder, but it did not come from where he expected. A stone tower nestled deep in the forest was entirely unexpected. And it was from within the singing came. His eyes drifted upwards, assuming he was following a thick branch or vine. But when it didn’t rustle or sway in a passing breeze, realised then it was a thick braid of hair.

The tower was a good few feet of the ground, making the braid longer than he had ever seen. And at the end he saw Freyja’s symbol nestled within the cord that held it all together.

“What in the world…?” Sihtric mused to himself, settling himself a fair distance away at the trunk of a tree.

His horse was tied nearby, and he began to simply listen. He recognised some of the songs, tales of the same gods he knew and worshipped. He was entirely enraptured. The voice would drift in and out, filling his ears and mind with nothing but calm.

Darkness soon fell, but he made no effort to leave. Sihtric could do nothing but wonder who was singing, why they were locked away in such a secluded tower. His question was almost answered when he heard a voice he vaguely recognised.

“Sweet girl!” Skade called, tugging at the end of the braid.

Sihtric watched with curiosity as the witch waited for a face to appear in the window. Even from here, he could see that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And he had seen many.

What surprised him more, was when Skade climbed the tower with the help of the braid. He wondered if it hurt, but it seemed something well practiced between you and the witch. He remained watching as Skade disappeared through the window, realising then there was no door to the tower.

Hours passed and he did not see you again. Sleep soon found him, and he slept dreaming of nothing but your voice.

Skade did not leave you that morning, choosing instead to watch as you painted. It was a rare occurrence for her to remain, but you did not balk at the company.

The pair of you sat in silence, Skade mixing some herbs together though you dared not ask what for. You had learned your place with her quickly. There was something both young and old about the witch, she had never once revealed her true age to you. You were not friends; at times you were barely acquaintances.

You knew she wanted something from you, the tower being one of the many ways she kept you close. But you never knew what exactly she wanted you for. It was another question that went unanswered whenever you asked it.

But there was something you would occasionally dare to ask.

“Will you ever take me with you when you leave?” You asked, setting down your brushes and turning to look at Skade.

The look you got in return made your blood run cold.

“Do I not provide everything you need? Why would you wish to leave, you know it is not safe for one such as you!” Skade snapped, the pestle grinding hard against the mortar beneath it.

You jumped a little at the tone, but you were determined.

“Tell me why you keep me here then! What about me needs protecting so much?”

But she didn’t answer. Choosing instead to entirely ignore you. You knew better than to press the issue, returning to your painting in silence.

Your mind wandered while you painted. Trying to think of any possible reason a witch like Skade would have to keep you. She never asked for anything from you, in words anyway. Only that you remained in the tower.

No matter how hard you thought, nothing came to mind.

The sun was what had woken Sihtric. He’d half expected to wake up and realise he’d dreamed the singing, the tower, the witch and the girl with the braid.

But there it was. Clear as day.

Grey stone, covered in leaves and winding vines. The window that you had been singing from empty now. But curiosity still nestled itself in his stomach. Sihtric had time, no one would be expecting him back in Coccham any time soon, none that knew him well anyway.

His treasures were safely hidden, but they weren’t the prizes he was concerned about right now.

You. His mystery in the tower. You were his new prize.

He kept half of his attention on the tower and the other half on the forest around him. Hunting and gathering some supplies to tide him over for a day or so. Enough to keep him going until he caught a glimpse of you again.

Sihtric wasn’t quite sure how many hours had passed. Enough for the air to cool just a touch, for the sun to be lower through the trees.

But not long enough for your reappearance at the window, it seemed.

He returned to his spot, secluded behind a thicket of bushes and rocks. Enough to hide him and his horse. He only had to hope the witch wasn’t the one to pass his hiding place.

There was too much risk in lighting a fire, so he satisfied himself with the berries he had picked and the remnants of the food he had brought with him from Coccham. And the bottle of ale he had swiped from the sleeping merchant.

All he needed to do now, was wait.

The sun was dipping behind the window, not enough light now to paint by. But enough to read. Skade was preparing to leave again, though as usual she never told you why. Not that you wanted to ask.

You were still upset, partly because she refused to ever answer a question. Though something else was eating at you, that you couldn’t place.

What was curious this time, however, was that Skade had more than her small pouch around her hips.

“I will not be back tonight, sweet girl. I must go to the closest village, and it’s more than an evening’s walk away.” Skade said, answering the question that had not yet come from your lips.

You nodded, back to her again as you chose from one of your many piles of books. And silently you walked to the window, slinging your braid over the sill for Skade to climb down.

And then she was gone.

You remained in the window. Though your hair was now looped around your feet, your book resting on your knees. The world around you was a distant thought as you lost yourself in your book.

Until you heard a whistle.

Below you, close by but you couldn’t see anyone. And Skade would never whistle to get your attention.

So, you ignored it, returning to your story and thinking nothing more of it. Maybe it was just a bird or the wind. Until it happened again, louder and closer.

This time, you set down your book and took your time looking around the forest below.

It certainly was not a bird or the wind. There was a man, a Dane based on his clothing, at the foot of your tower. And from the axe on his back, he was a warrior too.

You almost froze in panic. Was this what Skade had warned you about? Was this the danger she had hammered into your mind?

No, if he wanted to hurt you, he would not have whistled for your attention.

Your silence prompted him to whistle again, and then you saw him pointing. Pointing to the tip of your braid that hung over the sill.

Had he seen Skade climb in and out? How long had this stranger been watching you?

Sihtric had taken a chance. He didn’t know why you were hidden away in a tower. But nothing about you seemed dangerous.

So, he took his chance. Whistling until you looked at him. Gesturing for you to let down your braid.

He could only hope you would do so.

You had none of the instincts a normal human would have. You had never known danger, aside from the stories Skade would terrify you with.

But your stranger didn’t look dangerous, ignoring his weapon.

Slowly, you unravelled the braid at your feet. Throwing it down as you would for Skade. A small smile on your lips as the stranger stepped back before it hit him.

And when he began to climb, you winced a little at the weight difference. But he scaled the wall of the tower quick enough, easing the weight by resting his feet on branches and vines.

Soon, he was at the sill. Smoothly dropping himself into the tower and turning to look at you.

“Thank you, lady,” he said with a small smile.

You stood from the window, pulling your braid back in and wrapping it so it didn’t trail across the floor. The few pins stuck in your sleeve were just strong enough to hold it together.

The two of you stared at each other, neither wanting to be the next one to speak.

After what felt like an eternity, you couldn’t hold back your curiosity any longer.

“What is your name?” you asked, wandering over to your bed and sitting down.

Your stranger didn’t move, but your question earned you a smile.

“Sihtric, lady.”

It was your turn to smile.

“I am no lady, Sihtric.”

In truth, you didn’t know much about yourself. Other than what Skade would tell you. Which seemed to be becoming a frustrating occurrence.

Sihtric chuckled softly, running a hand over his face. But you offered him your name before he could speak.

And all Sihtric could think of, was how beautiful a name it was.

Hours passed; the sun had entirely dipped below the horizon in the time Sihtric had spent in your tower. And only then did he remember the witch.

“Is she not due to return? I should…”

He was already making for the window when you grabbed his arm.

“She’s not back for a few days. She’s gone to a nearby village for supplies.” You said quickly, pulling him back just a little.

Sihtric looked back at you. He couldn’t leave you here. Thief or not, at his heart he was a good man. And no good man would abandon someone like you.

He turned to you completely. Shifting so he had both your forearms in his hands.

“Do you want to stay here?” he asked, giving your arms the gentlest of squeezes.

That made you think. Skade was, when you thought on it, keeping you prisoner. She refused to tell you anything about where you came from or who she really was.

Something had always felt wrong. There was one thing to be protective, but the way Skade treated you it was like you were something to own, to covet. Barely the person you were.

“I…I do not know. I have never been anywhere else…”

Sihtric’s eyes were filled with nothing but sympathy. How long had the witch had you here?

“Never? Have you ever left the tower?” Sihtric asked, his thumbs now rubbing soothing circles on your arms as he saw panic and pain in your eyes.

“Never, Skade…she won’t let me.”

His jaw hardened. He had known he recognised the witch. Hated by Danes and Saxons alike. He’d heard rumours of a lost princess. Taken from a Dane village years ago when she was nothing but a child.

Was this her? Were you the lost princess?”

“Do you know where you come from?”

You only shook your head, tears already brimming in your eyes. And Sihtric didn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest. Only then did you cry. Truly cry.

He could only wonder if anyone had ever held you?

Sihtric let you cry. His hand firm on your back and slowly rubbing up and down to soothe you.

Eventually, the tears let up and when you finally looked up at Sihtric, he looked nothing but determined.

“Then we’ll find out. Get whatever we can carry between us, I’ll make a rope so we can climb down.”

He gave you no time to answer, pulling whatever he could find from your bed to wrap together into a rope. In that time, you took your most precious book, some parchment and charcoals and the pins and brushes to braid your hair.

For practicality, you found another dress and bundled everything you wanted inside.

Nerves chewed at your stomach as you waited for Sihtric. This was happening. It wasn’t a tale from one of your books where the prince saves the princess.

But it was happening to you. You were finally leaving the tower after more years than you could possibly count.

Sihtric looped the rope around the thickest vine by the window.

“Are you ready, princess?”

The climb down the tower both felt like an eternity and less than a second all at the same time. Sihtric took most of the weight, climbing down first whilst you climbed down afterwards.

He waited for you at the bottom, your things over his back and his hand out to help you down. Sihtric knew leaving the rope was dangerous, but he wanted you as far away from that tower as possible.

His horse, thankfully, had remained where he’d left her. As was his pack and other things. The benefits of a secluded forest it seems.

When everything was packed on to the horse, including you, Sihtric prepared to leave.

“Where will we go? Skade will find us…”

Sihtric sighed, taking both your arms and wrapping them around his waist.

“She will have to go through me if she does,” he said simply, squeezing your hand before urging the horse to move.

Sihtric had every intention of eventually returning to Coccham. Explaining why he had returned with you would be a challenge, but Uhtred and the others were good men.

But he knew he couldn’t expect you to ride that long with no rest.

He knew there was a township nearby, mostly Dane controlled. And it was the opposite direction he had seen Skade leave in the day before. He could only hope you both would be safe enough there.

The gates of the town came into view eventually, the singular guard waving him through.

Sihtric rode until he came to an inn he had stayed at a handful of times as he passed through, sometimes alone and sometimes with his friends.

His horse was stabled, and he used a small trinket from his haul from the merchants to pay for a room. Somehow, he had a feeling you were not going to want to stay anywhere alone.

“Are we…will be safe here?” you asked, the moment you and Sihtric entered the room.

Sihtric put his pack and yours on to the bed, passing you to begin lighting the fire.

“Safe enough. The town I live in, where my lord and my friends live, is not all that far from here.”

The fire lit quickly, and you immediately gravitated towards the warmth. Sihtric took that time to just look at you. The way your braid had begun to come loose, the Freyja pendant hanging from the cord that was now wrapped in the middle of it. The way your dress seemed homemade, maybe you had even sewn it yourself.

“Your lord?” you asked, holding your hands out in front of the flames.

Sihtric realised that you really knew of nothing that happened outside the walls of that tower. He grabbed a fur from the bed, laying it out before the fire and sitting himself down. Holding out a hand for you to join him.

“Yes. My lord is Uhtred, currently in Coccham. Do you know where that is?”

Again, you shook your head.

Sihtric cocked his head in confusion. How could you not know? Not necessarily about Uhtred, but Coccham was a well enough known place.

Skade truly had kept you in the dark about everything.

“That’s alright, we’ll be there soon, and you can meet him.”

You smiled. How could a stranger, a man you had known barely a day, make you feel so comfortable. Not only had he saved you. He was going out of his way to look after you.

You settled beside him, the space between you small to remain on the fur.  The silence was comfortable, simply basking in the warmth of the fire.

But Sihtric could see you were tired. He didn’t know what made him do it, but he pulled you closer. Laying himself down and taking you with him. Your head on his chest and his arm around your waist.

And when you did not move, curling into him instead, he could only smile.

Sihtric made sure he was careful with you, gentle even. His hand stroking up and down your back. But as you got more comfortable, you moved to unpin your braid. The intricate style tumbling down your back, some loose waves tickling the skin of his arm.

Suddenly, everything he felt simply felt…more.

And he realised you were much the same. Your hand on his chest now gripping his shirt just a little tighter. Your face nuzzling more under the curve of his jaw.

He could smell the flowers that you had weaved into your hair. Your nose was filled with the smell of leather and sweat on his skin.

“Sihtric?” you said softly, your lips grazing his neck as he spoke.

He tilted his head down to look at you, only to see you looking straight up at him.

Without hesitation he pressed his lips to yours and though you froze in surprise initially, you soon reciprocated. The hand on his chest now tugging at his shirt, his arm around your waist pulling you almost on top of him.

But he didn’t want you to feel like he was expecting too much from you. He rolled you both to the side, one arm under you and holding you close. His lips never leaving yours.

Your hands found his chest, holding his shirt and seeming like you wanted to close any space that remained between you both. Sihtric’s hand on your waist trailed down, hooking your thigh over his hip.

He could feel your hesitation, and quickly broke the kiss. Staring directly into your eyes.

“We won’t do more than kiss, my princess, if that’s what you want?”

You pressed your lips to his.

“I just want you. You saved me, and I did not know I needed saving.”

Sihtric smiled, pressing his lips to yours. And then to the corner of your lips and then to the line of your jaw.

And the sigh that slipped from was more than enough to keep him going.

“I will save you time and time again, my princess, if that makes you happy.”

He had never felt like this. So entranced by a person, especially one he didn’t truly know. But he felt like he did know you. Almost like he had known you his whole life.

That was enough to make him pull back from his kisses. He could see the small flicker of disappointment, but he pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you into his chest.

His face pressed into your hair and he heard you sigh again, your arm wrapping around his waist as you relaxed in his arms.

You were his princess now. Nothing, not even a witch, would take you away from him.

The tower came into view as Skade passed the forest’s threshold. The supplies were heavy in her pack, but that was not what her mind was focused on.

She saw it immediately, the twist of the makeshift rope standing out against the old stone of the tower.

A shriek of rage left her, loud enough to make the birds in forest flee in fear.

You were gone.

But you couldn’t have possibly managed that alone? The rope was strong, knotted in ways only travellers and warriors would do.

Someone had helped you.

Her hand gripped the rope, eyes fluttering closed. She could see you, clear as you always were.

But then she saw him. A Dane, the hammer pendant hanging from his neck and the axe on his back were clue enough. Something about him felt familiar, but the vision of him was too foggy for her to entirely pinpoint him.

What she could feel, however, was you. The bind that tied you both together was strong, Skade had cultivated it over the years she had kept you locked away.

Whoever had you, wherever he had taken you…she would find you.

No matter what it took.

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[lilacgaby]

day two

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what the hell did katsuki think she had?

if anyone ever told her they have crazy issues, woman or not, she'd get a restraining order.

and the worst part:

she really wanted her volume of maid-sama back.

she had barely slept the night before, she decided to take the day off of school, because she couldn't promise denki would walk off scott-free if she was left alone with him.

she relaxed in her room, deciding to catch up on fruits basket while snacking on some pocky.

maybe she should just stay holed up in her dorm for the whole week? no, the make up work would put her seriously behind. and nobody except katsuki was a good enough student to help her catch up.

she screamed into a pillow, when suddenly she heard a knock at the door.

what? but it's literally already ten? schools been on for an hour. [name] pondered.

she walked on over to the door, and to her horror-

katsuki was there, holding a plastic bag filled with candy and snacks from what she could see, all the volumes of maid-sama he'd lent from her, and boba.

"uh-- what're you doing here katsuki?"

"heard about your problems."

[name] felt her face flush, great.

"oh, yeah those. y'know hormones and stuff--"

"are you not gonna let me in? i took my day off to bless you with my presence."

"i didn't know you wanted to be let in. if i did i would've welcomed you with my arms wide-open."

                                      ...

"what?"

"uh.. just come in."

[name] facepalmed as katsuki walked right in, setting the volumes on her shelf right below her figures and posters.

she tried to act casual, resuming her spot on her bed as she patted the spot next to her.

katsuki handed her his bag of gifts. if it were any other day she'd squeal in happiness. but the close proximity between them set a pit of dread in her stomach.

she really didn't want to mess up the relationship between them, so she hoped she could just keep her mouth shut.

"i'm not gonna ask what your problems are, it's probably some shit i wouldn't get. so wipe that look off your face."

oh. right.

"yeah, yeah, got it. wow, your bedside manner is pretty lacking katsuki."

"yeah, whatever."

"why'd you take a day off just for me anyways? am i special to you or something?"

she took the opportunity to jokingly cling to his arm, and adorned a smug look on her face.

"no. and take that dumbass look off your face."

"really? did you come so late because you went to the store just for me?"

"..."

"huh? huh?"

"i'm leaving."

he said, as he pulled his arm away from her clutches and stood up.

"wait no! i was just joking! come back!"

"what? do you want me here or something?"

"yes."

"oh. uh.." he wasn't expecting her to actually answer so straightforwardly, she could even see the tips of his ears turning pink. she would've been embarrassed too if she hadn't gotten used to the quirk already.

her ego was at an all time high as she clocked it. she was flustering him.

"no way. don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."

she swore she could see steam coming out his ears.

"wait i'm sorry! don't leave please! i was just joking!"

he grunted and sat back down. this time a bit further away from her. he still didn't look at her, the reason being unbeknownst to her.

but for him, it was actually because his heart was pounding like crazy.

she decided not to push it further, she wanted him to stay with her for at least a little bit.

she opened the plastic bag to be greeted with her favorite snacks.

he remembered.

it was surprising to her that he did, she had only told him once before what her favorites were, and that was only because of the class's secret santa back as first years.

she smiled warmly before opening the bag and offering him some chips.

he accepted and they had set into a comfortable silence.

she finally got bored of it though, and broke it.

"so, did you finish the next volume yet?"

"yeah i did, i really thought misa would've transferred."

"really? i would've thought you'd know that she'd stay. that was pretty predictable i fear."

"i only thought so because i would've transferred if i was her. the opportunity to go to the best school? i would've took it in a second."

"of course you would."

"the fuck does that mean?!"

their playful banter thankfully didn't spiral into any dangerous territory for [name]. they talked for hours, with katsuki even stealing denki's console to play mario kart on.

after a pretty even game streak, [name] ended up the winner, much to katsuki's despair.

they would've stayed playing for even longer, but katsuki eventually had to go though, unlike her he actually had to eat real food.

"see ya katsuki!"

"yeah, bye."

she had given him four more of her volumes to read. but he had forgotten his chips.

"oh wait katsuki!" she ran up to the door.

"wha-"

just as he turned, she tripped on some invisible force, right into his chest. and tackled them both onto the floor.

they both grunted as they fell.

her face was flush against his. her lips grazing his.

she was now rushing to support herself, and eventually used her two hands, the chips miraculously still in the bag as katsuki laid underneath her. she was pinning him down.

"oh, uh-"

they had matching rapid heart beats.

"i'll just um-"

do something coward!

"get off now."

loser.

"wait."

"huh?"

"uh.. i need-- fuck.

i need--"

"[name] and bakugo are totally making out right now!" mina called from down the hall.

everyone had just come back from school.

[name] and bakugo scrambled to get up, he shoved the manga in her hands, helped her up, and then stormed to the boys side of the dormitory.

mina and the girls eyed her knowingly.

"i don't wanna talk about it!"

・°☆

but talk about it she had to.

at eight-o-clock sharp they bursted into the room, now with a couple new faces.

jirou, uraraka, and momo to be exact.

"what the hell guys?! tell the whole class why don't you!"

"come on [n/name]! the more the merrier right?" mina reasoned.

"wrong!"

ignoring her protests, they then proceeded to take out the gigantic chalkboard and rewrite the operation.

"oh, and we already told them what's up with you and bakugo. and the quirk thing." denki said.

"yeah, sorry [name], denki kinda told your secret to us at lunch today." jirou added.

"goddamnnit denki!"

"so you have a crush on bakugo? why?" uraraka asked.

[name]'s heart almost burst out of her chest as she was forced to respond. "well he's cute, and he's seriously dedicated. i like his passion, his eyes, everything about him basically."

"aw! you're so romantic [name]!" momo gushed

"shut up!"

"and explain what you were doing pinning him down in the middle of the hallway earlier! how scandalous--"

"it was an accident! what does that have to do with the operation anyways?"

"huh? oh yeah the operation!"

mina turned back to face the board, the chalk screeched uncomfortably as she added a subsection on the board.

FORCE [NAME] TO CONFESS (after quirk wears off)

"what? hey that's off topic!"

"well, tomorrow and wednesday we have missions with our mentors so we'll be out of school. which means you only have to worry about three more days, which also means we'll have to have these meetings on our phones-"

"i think what she's saying is that we don't really have to do any major strategy changes until thursday." sero cut in, effectively ending mina's rambling.

"oh, hey you're right!"

"so that means we can focus on you and bak--"

"nope, that means this meeting is over! everyone out!"

"what?"

"seriously?!"

"and it was just getting to the fun part!"

everyone collectively groaned as [name] sent them off forcefully.

after kirishima shut the door behind him, she could finally let the secondhand embarrassment from her earlier encounter set in.

it was already ten, so she really needed to head to bed if she wanted to be good for tomorrow when mirko swung by to take her to a mission.

as she threw herself onto her bed, she pondered over katsuki's reaction earlier.

could he really like her back? they technically kissed earlier.

her face felt hot as the realization set in. technically he was her first kiss. and they'd need to talk eventually-

oh well, at least she didn't need to worry about him for two days...

right?

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[starleska]

Hello! May I have some headcanons for how Wally Darling acts when he falls in love? And maybe some headcanons about how he flirts with reader because I’m a simp for this man 😭😭

oh my gosh of course you can!!!! this has been rattling around my head ever since you sent in the ask, thank you so much 🥺 there were lots of ways i could've taken this one, but i wanted to give you all a bit of tooth-rotting sweetness 😉

Lovesick!Wally Darling x Reader headcanons

💖 Wally is many things when he's in love, and subtle is not one of them. when around the object of his affections, he turns into even more of a cartoon character than he already is: tripping over his own feet in your presence and gazing dreamily at you from afar. you can almost see the little hearts floating into existence and popping over his head!! however, he isn't going overboard with his affections to make you uncomfortable, no - the man is simply so full of love for you, he doesn't know where to put it. Wally in love becomes more day-dreamy than he already was, prone to trailing off in the middle of a sentence because he caught a glimpse of you from across the way, or actively abandoning an engrossing activity just to spend a little more time around you. should you choose to call Wally out for his behaviour, you'll have the pleasure of seeing a powerful blush colour his fuzzy cheeks 😉

💖 a sure-fire sign that Wally's got a crush is the uptick in his musicality. Wally is already a bit of a self-styled musician: little to no rhythm or tune to speak of, but a tendency to hum away an old song while he's busy with his art or his thoughts. when he's in love, Wally will move from simple humming to karaoke-worthy serenades - belting out traditional love songs in the shower and delivering impromptu concert performers when entertaining his friends. your neighbours are baffled, wondering how Wally could ever think to impress You with a voice like that, because - bless him - for all his other talents, the gift of song was not one given to him. yet Wally isn't trying to win you over with the power of his voice - his ego doesn't extend in that direction. Wally is just so inexorably happy to feel this way towards you, and he has to let the know world about that feeling!! 🥺

💖 Wally's flirtation methods are unorthodox, and they never fail to make you giggle. you may expect a man with perpetual bedroom eyes to be of the suave, alluring persuasion, but Wally's charm lies in his quirkiness. where one person would give you a bouquet of flowers, Wally is going to hand you a bushel of apples, instructing you with a wink to, "...not look at them all at once." instead of slipping his arm casually around your shoulders, Wally will engage you in challenging staring contests, only to wait for your guard to be down and boop you on the nose, giving him the win!! it's only when you and he are alone that Wally dares to be more forward...threading his fingers through yours and stroking your skin with his thumb. indeed, it's the sweet, simple nature of Wally's affection which clues everyone in to how he feels about you...he feels comfortable to be 100% himself, and what he is, is a huge dork 😭💖

aww man i'm all soft now 😭💖 i hope you like this one!! :3c

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The Path of Gods: A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part I

Marcus Acacius Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Warning:

Summary: Eldest child and only daughter to the late emperor, half-sister to the present reigning emperors and the first female general in Roman history. Said to have been blessed by the goddess Minerva (Athena) with the wisdom of strategic warfare and brute strength never having been witnessed to be held by a mortal female in all existence. Infamously known as the Severan Harpy, adored by many, yet feared by all. You sacrifice all; body, mind, soul, and lastly, love... all in the name of loyalty to family. This your story, the prelude to your greatest battle yet to come.

Merely a magistrate under the reign of emperor Marcus Aurelius and already having been married for three years; Lucius Septimius Severus and his wife yearned with their whole being for a child and prayed for anyone of the gods to grant their hearts desire at any cost. Through divine power, their prayers had been answered by the Goddess of wisdom, warfare, and handicraft, the goddess Minerva, yet it would come at costly leniency toward the child's heartfelt desires. That night they were both visited by the goddess within the dream-realm.

"I beseech any of the gods to answer my prayers and bless me with a child!" the woman tearfully pleads out into the open abyss surrounding her.

"Wipe away your tears child, your prayers have been answered..." a firm feminine voice utters out from above her.

Tearful gaze raising upward, the woman gasps out in realization that she was now in the presence of the goddess Minerva, "my Goddess!", her head dips back down in respect.

"Lift your head up, child", the goddess commands.

"You honor me, my Goddess" the woman raises her head.

"You have suffered greatly in your quest for a child..." the goddess stares at her sympathetically.

"My Goddess, I-"

"Hush now, child" the goddess cuts her off. "It is done. You shall have the child which you yearn for."

"Praise be to you, my Goddess!" the woman cries out in joy, dropping back down to bow.

"It will come at a price though" the goddess utters then.

"Anything!" the woman eagerly agrees, "anything you ask for, my goddess!"

"This child shall not be like any other mortal" the goddess explains, "the child shall be gifted in many ways, therefore its potential shall not be hindered, no matter the circumstance."

"As you command, my goddess" the woman bows in agreement.

"What is this place?!" Septimius scans the open abyss in confusion.

"Cease your hysteria, mortal!" the goddess Minerva appears in front of him.

"My Goddess!" Septimius abruptly drops to his knees.

"Arise so I may directly address you, mortal", the goddess commands and he does as told. "I have granted the prayers of yours. There shall be a child born unto you and your wife."

"I thank you, my Goddess!" Septimius drops into a bow again.

"You may not be so grateful, as it will come at a price", the goddess remarks.

"Speak it and it shall be done, my Goddess..." Septimius instantly agrees as she continues explaining.

"The child shall be extraordinary, far more than any mortal ever, a master strategist and exceptional warrior."

"That is more than I could ever ask for, thank you Goddess..." Septimius ecstatically responds.

"You shall swear an oath; that the child's potential shall be fulfilled, that nothing nor no one shall hinder it."

"As you command, my Goddess", Septimius submits, "I swear upon my life."

"Your life is meaningless to me" the goddess remarks. "Should you break your oath; your entire bloodline shall be abolished though."

"I swear to uphold the oath, regardless of all circumstances" Septimius responds.

"Excellent" the goddess nods, a glint of satisfaction passing her eyes. "Now return to the waking-realm. Your child awaits you..."

"She should be preparing for marriage, not warfare", your mother mutters in disapproval.

"You know as well as I, that is not a matter of importance" your father responds as he proudly observed your training in the courtyard.

Your mother scoffs in response, "how is she to find a husband if she is marred with battle scars?!"

Turning around, your father shoots her a warning glare. "We made an oath. Should we not uphold it; then our entire bloodline shall be eradicated!"

Your mother opens her mouth to speak but it cuts her short. "Enough! Valeria shall do as she pleases. We are merely here to nurture and guide her through the path that she chooses."

"As you wish" your mother mutters under her breath, tilting her chin upward in dissatisfaction. "I, however, refuse to stand here and witness my only daughter becoming scarred and disfigured!"

"You underestimate my girl, woman!" your father scoff's. "She has already outwitted and conquered all her mentors and yet there is still room for improvement."

"What do mean?"

"The emperor has heard of our daughter's abilities and has sent for a military commander to assess her."

Your mother's eyes widen in shocked, "who?"

"The newly appointed, General Acacius."

"Him?!" your mother screech's, "he is a harsh man and even more merciless warrior."

"Which makes him perfect!" your father excitedly exclaims. "Acacius is also the only one closer in age to her."

"I would hardly call a man in his thirties being close in age to a sixteen-year-old girl!"

"He will have more patience with her than the elder generals" your father attempts to sooth her fears. "They might even fall in love... you do wish for her to find a husband after all."

"The situation suddenly no longer seems as horrible..." you mother remarks, deep in thought.

"Precisely!" your father grins in response, "he would be a great advantage to our family."

"Acacius might be the only man capable of taming our Valeria..." your mother agrees.

"Yes, that may all be well and good, but we cannot force it" your father reminds her, "it must be Valeria's own decision."

"Very well" your mother nods in agreement, "yet, I shall nonetheless pray to the gods for it."

"As you should..." your father matter-of-factly state, turning back toward watching you train.

"So, this the girl I am here for...?" General Acacius stood scrutinizing your fight against your latest mentor.

"That is my daughter, Valeria, yes" your father comments proudly. "She is everything you would desire for a skilled warrior."

"Except for the fact that she is a girl", Acacius remarks.

"Skill is skill, regardless of one's sex" your father scoffs, "she is a formidable force when it comes to fighting."

"I would not boast so loudly if I were you", Acacius warns your father, "the emperor might come with the idea to thrust her into the gladiator fights."

"I have already steered him away from those thoughts" your father assures him. "I thank you for your concerns though."

"Then he has considered it?" Acacius' eyes widen in shock and your father snorts in amusement.

"A young, beautiful woman, with the skill and power she possesses...? Of course, he would. It would be of great entertainment to watch her rip apart the gladiators one after the other."

For a split second, Acacius felt his cock twitch at the vision described to him. Awkwardly clearing his throat, nodding toward the courtyard then. "Let us begin."

"Come now Caius, that cannot be all you have to offer..." you playfully taunt your mentor, who was breathing harshly whilst you had barely broken a sweat.

"That mouth of yours will wind you up in trouble one day, little one" he warns, a smirk spreading across his face when noticing the general and your father approaching from behind you.

You scoff in amusement at his word, "you are only bitter because you could not outbest me!"

Caius' smirk spreads to a full-blown grin as he taps a finger against his temple. "In time, little one..."

You were about to retort, when Caius' suddenly bows and then silently proceeds to walk off.

"Caius where are you going?!", you frown at his retreating form, taking a step forward. "Caius?! Wher-" you were cut off by a harsh tug of your braid. A large hand winds the braid tighter around it, tugging you backward against a hard chest.

"Your number one weakness when in the battlefield...", a harsh male voice snarls into your ear.

Basic instinct instantly kicking; you throw your head backward full force into his face, driving your elbow into his gut thereafter as you rip loose from his grip.

"Valeria!!!", your father bellows out as you whirl around to face them with your sword held up. You silently stared as he rushes toward the whizzing man, doubled over, "General Acacius?!"

The man pushes your father aside as he stood up and silently glared at you. With a mocking arched brow and a head tilt; you reach back for the tail of your braid, pulling it taut as you lift the sword up to cut it off. "Issue solved", you remark, tossing the braid at his feet.

"My apologies, General", your father splutters out, "my daughter has a tendency to act before thinking."

"I thought about my action before executing them", you comment, refusing to back down.

"Valeria!" your father scolds you, turning toward Acacius to apologize yet again but the general pays him no attention. His lips twitching in silent amusement at your antics.

"Feisty... I like it." 

Pt II

[evvyyypeters-fics]

“She’s got a way. She got away”

Misty Day x f!reader

Warnings! Angst, maybe cringe writing idk, short, not proofread rlly, hopefully not ooc

Been obsessed w/ Subway by Chappell Roan (needs to be released ASAP PLS CHAPPELL PLS) so I decided to write Misty angst. This is probably gonna flop like my other angst but it’s ok

Misty Day fic also requested by @urlittlelisb0ngirl sorry

Required listening (I’m not responsible for your tears)

Lily of the Valley. Was that it? Or maybe it was Jasmine. That scent that always lingered on you.

I think I smelled it again, on a girl with your hair that walked past me today.

It’s like a sign, because I swear I could smell you on her. A reminder that there will be a fragment of you in my mind. The memories of us on the pier are fading, just like the ones of us eating ice cream on the ferris wheel–the first time you had ever been to an amusement park. It was also our first date. Do you still remember it?

I don’t.

The look on your face is blurred. Were you smiling? Did you even look at me? Did you drip ice cream on your blouse? Were we laughing? What time of day was it?

It’s all a blur to me now. I guess that’s a blessing and a curse, because as the memories fade, so does the pain. But as the pain fades, so do the feelings I had for you. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to let go, but at this rate it’s inevitable. Are you ready to move on? Is that what you really wanted?

I think about you a lot, and I can keep holding onto the memories as long as I want, but I still watch them as they slip past my fingers. I wonder the most–if you still think about me? Do you regret it? Have you found someone else? Where was it that you ran away to again? Saskatchewan? You really were always a country girl at heart, weren’t you? If only I knew your new address, maybe I’d show up on your doorstep with a charming bouquet of flowers, maybe a boombox over my head and playing your favorite Stevie Nicks song.

I still have your jar of swamp mud you gifted me for my birthday, you told me it didn’t mean anything, that it was “just good wishes”. But I know how much it really means to you, and I can still remember the faint feeling of a burning in my chest from the way you gazed at me, and the way your fingers whispered over mine as you placed the jar between them.

If you asked me if this is what I wanted too, I don’t think I’d have an answer. I’d say “It’s complicated” and either way, it’d end the same as it always does. Sometimes I think I see you, when I’m in large crowds. Usually by the subway. I’ll see a blurry image of your face, maybe a familiar feeling of a smile on someone else, or the sound of your voice walking by. But of course, it never is. It almost drives me mad how your shadow follows me, even in the dark of the night. As if the stars are the twinkle of your eyes. I can’t escape your gaze, even when I can’t remember it.

The warmth and radiance of your presence haunts me. There was something about the way you carried yourself everyday, a true angel. I guess that’s why you were so unreachable. You were made from heaven, and I was born in hell.

On that fateful day, when the it came down to the last page in our story, you said to me:

“I don’t think this is where I’m meant to be. I’m not ready. I’m not ready for whatever this is.”

Well, I don’t think this is where I’m meant to be either. I’m not ready to give up on what we had yet, and it’s the worst torture to experience. At least I still remember the feeling that was loving you. But as the image of you in the corner of my eye becomes dark and darker, I’m starting to think this was how it was always meant to be.

Misty Day, you truly have a way. If only you didn’t get away.

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[twstgarden]

✿ ❝ 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗱 ❞

━ riddle rosehearts x gifted kid burnout! fem! reader ━ being a gifted child is not always deemed as a blessing, and riddle knows the feeling all too well. (f/n means first name)

requested by: @tangybiskit1 request type: oneshot requester’s message: Reader is like the perfect student.(not prefect) She gets full marks, optimistic, kind and charming to the point where even Riddle thinks his mother would like her. But after befriending her for a few weeks he decides to visit reader and her room is a mess, filled with books, scattered papers. It reminds Riddle of himself and you know how that turned out... So he tries to comfort her saying that she is good enough,(ending can be how you want) sorry if it's badly worded😭😭 this is my first time making a request.. florist’s note: oh wow, this hits close to home <3 anyway, thank you for the request, little one! ♥

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perfect. that was how people described you. a sweet, young lady with a bright smile and a bright mind. a lot of the students in night raven college liked you for your charming personality, and there was barely any student that had a bad experience with you.

perfect. you were the epitome of perfect. a beautiful young lady with a sweet smile, a charming personality, and a bright mind. who would not want to befriend you? some students even talked about you to their peers and their parents. now, it wasn’t always painted in a good light. some have been jealous of you, and some wished you did not exist at all. it makes them look bad, you know?

of course, riddle was one of those people. he greatly admired you for your dedication and hard work, and he takes great pride in having you as a heartslabyul resident. you were the perfect, ideal example of what heartslabyul students should be. you followed all the rules to a t, memorized every one of them, and never questioned or disobeyed the rules that may seem too extreme or ridiculous.

“ah, f/n,” spoke riddle as soon as he saw you in the library, a smile ghosting over his lips. his voice reached your ears as you looked up from your book and smiled at him, “oh… hello, dormitory leader rosehearts!”

that sweet smile.

riddle did not realise his cheeks were tinted pink as he remained smiling at you. he then walked away, not knowing what else to say or how to keep the conversation going. oh, how he wished he could befriend you. he was stuck in this student-to-student relationship with you, and he did not know how to deepen it.

it was going well, at least, that’s what he thought. he made sure he could interact with you at least once a day, to get the both of you used to each other’s presence. he also decided to join you at your table during lunch, eating with you without the need for a conversation. it did not take long until your relationship went deeper than the shallow interactions.

“by the way, riddle… why is your favourite food strawberry tarts?” you asked as you nibbled on a tart that he shared with you. as riddle took a bite of his own, he replied, “it’s sweet and rich with flavours. i rarely ever get to taste it when i was younger, but the one time i did felt like heaven was in my mouth…”

there was a small smile on your face as you listened to riddle. you knew what his household was like. you were there during the overblot incident, after all. “i mean, my mother did get angry at me for eating that… she told me it was too sugary and it’s poisonous for my health…”

unconsciously, your hand went up to his cheek as you caressed it for comfort. riddle also froze as soon as he felt the affection before glancing at you. you realised what you had done and quickly retracted your hand with a blush, “ah— sorry, sorry. i thought you needed some comfort.”

with you around, riddle always felt like he could continue to hold on and move forward. seeing your bright smile energizes him for the day, and seeing your name at the top of the achiever's list always brings a sense of pride from within.

“congratulations, f/n,” spoke riddle as soon as he saw you standing by the bulletin board. you had a blank expression on your face before smiling as soon as you heard his voice, “oh, thanks! congratulations to you, too.”

‘why do you look sad?’, thought riddle to himself as he noticed your blank expression before acknowledging him. were you not happy with what you got? but you received a 499 out of 500, surely, it’s worth a smile or two, no?

he decided to brush it off a little since you had already walked away, but it was in the back of his mind for a few days now. why did you seem bothered? he knew the importance of getting a perfect score, his mother reiterated that several times.

he did not speak much of it, but he did notice you getting a little distant, even if you are physically beside him. your mind seemed to be in another place every time he tried to discuss something with you. it was clear that something was wrong.

but he did not know how to approach the problem.

riddle tried accompanying you during study sessions, gifting you treats, sharing his tarts with you over lunch, doing mind exercises with you, and many other things. however, they only seemed to fix the problem temporarily.

exam season was around the corner once more, and everyone has been busying themselves with studying. riddle had spent his time studying, but of course, he did not neglect his duties as the dormitory head. as soon as the clock struck 3 in the afternoon, it was time for his patrol around the dorm. he had to make sure all his residents were disciplined and studying.

with one room into the next, he discovered all of them busying themselves with reading and discussing certain sections of their books with their roommates. ‘good work,’ thought riddle to himself as he saw his residents studying. he just hoped ace and deuce were doing the same.

as soon as he reached your room, he knocked on the door before twisting the knob and peeking in. he thought he would see you silently seated on your study table, reading through a book, or taking notes. however, he discovered you seated on the floor, a book on your lap as you wrote in your notebook, surrounded by several copies of papers and books.

you were in a clear state of disarray. your hair was a mess as you checked every paper before writing something down in the notebook. the process continued as you mumbled under your breath, “no, this is not right… the answer isn’t hydrolysis…”

a sigh escaped your lips as you buried your head into your palms, your hair covered your devastated expression as riddle silently walked into your room and knelt beside you, picking up all the scattered notes as you sniffled and glanced at him, “riddle…?”

you did not expect to see him in your room, and you quickly wiped your cheeks as you picked up the remaining scattered papers. riddle held the notes he collected and looked at you, seeing your cheeks, eyes, and the tip of your nose being tinted with a little bit of red from all the crying.

you were having a breakdown. he knew that much. he now noticed why you seemed absentminded and distant lately, especially with the exam season coming up. you were drowning yourself in your studies, making sure you memorized and remembered every single fact taught to you.

“…sorry you had to see me like this…” you mumbled as you grabbed the notes from him. he quickly shook his head as he spoke, “no… you don’t have to apologise. how long have you been cooped up in here?”

“i’ve been here all weekend…” you replied. you’ve been in your room, studying for two days straight without paying much attention to your other needs, and it was evident with the bags under your eyes. he hoped you were at least eating, but as he looked around your room, there were a few wrappers from the snacks you ate and an empty water bottle.

a sigh escaped riddle’s lips as he held his hand out to you, “you’re a mess. you need to eat… come.” you shook your head, which caused riddle to raise a brow, “f/n, all you’ve eaten were convenience meals with no proper nutrition whatsoever. don’t be stubborn and—”

“i don’t care!”

riddle fell silent in shock. did you just… yell?

you looked up at him, your eyes held glossy tears as you spoke, “i don’t care even if i starve for days! they’re worth nothing if i fail… this is our finals, and it will determine just how much i’m worth…” a soft sob escaped your lips as you bowed your head to hide your tears, “it will… determine how much my parents love me…”

riddle was silent. so, this is what hides behind the perfect f/n l/n. behind that sweet smile, charming personality, and bright mind was a little girl who never had the chance to be a child, to experience what it’s like to have fun, and to know what it’s like to have no expectations to live up to.

how lonely you must have felt.

“who cares if i’m physically well when i make a single mistake on the test? my mother cursed me through the phone as soon as she saw my results…” you mumbled, venting out everything that had happened the past few days, “i’m nothing but a useless brat who wastes their money in a prestigious school… i don’t deserve to be here if i can’t even get full marks to show that i’m learning something…”

riddle knew what it was like to have a parent who seeks perfection in their child, and it was only lately when he realised it was an unhealthy way of living, drowning yourself in your studies to ensure future success to the point you’d neglect yourself. he got closer to you, holding your shoulder as you wiped your tears, “if i fail the finals, they won’t let me continue my education…”

he was stunned. sure, a punishment is given when one does not receive the desired results on a test. that was his norm, too, but completely discontinuing your education because of 1 mistake or 2 on a test is extreme.

“what…? your parents would go that far…?” questioned riddle. you merely nodded in response as you wiped your tears and hugged your knees to your chest, “…everything feels like a chore…” riddle was left frozen, he did not know what to say or do as he never received appropriate support growing up.

he understands your pains, but he doesn’t know how to comfort you. he can’t lie and say it would be better because he knows that won’t do anything.

you have been showing the brightest smile he’s ever seen all the time, but who knew you were breaking piece by piece? all because of the expectations set on you. all because you were the gifted child of your parents, and therefore, you must live up to be the best of the best.

“sometimes i think… i should just stop… maybe if i fail several times, then they’ll leave me alone… but that also means i won’t receive their love and praises… and i won’t be their favourite daughter anymore…”

riddle stayed silent as he sat on the floor beside you, listening to you vent out all that had been stuck in your mind.

“but… sometimes i also think… if i ruin myself too much and fail… i’m worth nothing… who would love a worthless person? then i’ll be destined to be alone…” you cried softly as you kept hugging your knees to your chest, “i’m tired of thinking about this… i’m tired of caring so much… i’m tired of hearing all the curses that come out of my mother’s mouth… i’m tired of repeatedly being told that i am useless…”

the room then fell silent, and only your soft sobs broke the ice as riddle gently placed his hand on your hair. “…you’re not useless just because you got one or two questions wrong in a test…” mumbled riddle as you peeked at him with your face buried into your arms, “and… you’re not worthless. you don’t need to be perfect to be loved… you just need to be yourself.”

as you remained to look at him, you sniffled softly and wiped your tears, “…but…” riddle gave you a small smile, “i know what it feels like to know that everything we learned growing up and the things we are exposed to is wrong… you’ve been told that anything less than perfect is unacceptable, and i was taught the same thing…”

a soft sigh left his lips as he placed a hand on your cheek, the same way you did to him when he spoke of his reason for loving a sweet treat, “you were there when the incident happened, and i have learned my mistakes… now i am here to tell you that you are worth it. you’re not a financial burden, you’re not useless, you’re not stupid, you are none of that, f/n. i wish you could see yourself the way i see you… then you’ll understand why i always want to be around you…”

you were speechless. what could you possibly say in response to that? if you didn’t know any better, it felt like a confession disguised as comforting words. receiving no verbal response, riddle got a little embarrassed as he avoided your gaze, “… i said too much. i apologise—”

“no…”

riddle blinked before he glanced back at you, seeing you smile a little at him, “…i appreciate your words… thank you…” seeing that sweet smile, even if it was a small one, made riddle smile as well, “you don’t need to thank me… now, you need to have your lunch.” he stood up and held his hand out to you.

you held his hand and stood up, smiling at him as you were about to wipe any remaining tearstains on your face when his hand gently rested on your cheek, wiping it as he spoke, “i don’t want to see you neglecting yourself next time.”

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[parvulous-writings]

Could I request dating headcanons for Gortash, Raphael, and Geraldus with gn s/o please? - Fluff anon

Warnings: Vague mentions of manipulation, mentions of sex and petification. These are not healthy relationships (Apart from Geraldus, bless his little cotton socks)

Notes:  Is Raphael accurate? Probably not. Did I have fun writing his segment anyway? Hell yeah. Also let us all be proud of me that I basically wrote this in one sitting? Unheard of, for me. Fluff, forgive the fact that this was sat in my inbox for so long... I'm sorry 😭 I got distracted with some other, longer form pieces in the works! (3 pieces to be exact teehee) My requests are currently open! My request post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! 

Gortash

Ordinarily, when dating someone, you're in a partnership - an equal relationship, where neither one involved is better, or holds more control overall than the other. This is not the case with Lord Gortash. He will flaunt the fact that out of the two of you, he holds all the control, and he will do so constantly.

Gortash has had a lot of short-lived flings and trysts, so his style of love can feel strained as time goes on. The usual cycle is; Lots of love for a couple of weeks; gifts, intimacy, sweet words from him to you - and then, the cold shoulder, for another couple of weeks.

However, because of his wealth and influence, you are, naturally, spoiled in all that you do. Clothed in the finest materials that money can buy or import, given the finest foods anyone can afford, and of course, you have one of the finest and most prestigious roofs over your head for when you rest.

Most often, Gortash will make it seem to most like you are equals in your relationship; letting you choose what garments to wear, letting you choose dinner from time to time - but he doesn't let most see that silver tongue of his, slowly feeding little lies and delusions that keep you mostly under his thumb. The cycle of his 'love' also helps.

This isn't to say that Gortash is a bad partner, in other aspects, however. Sure, he manipulates you most of the time, but that's mostly to keep you near to him, to assure your loyalty. He does value your opinion on certain matters - and he's very affectionate when he's in that more loving mindset, especially when you have company. In the presence of others he tends to have a hand on you at all times, whether that be your shoulder, your arm or your thigh.

Raphael

Raphael is one of the most possessive partners, possibly ever. In regards to both you, and Haarlep. You rarely, if ever, get to leave the House of Hope, and when you do, you're never more than a few paces away from Raphael. He may not always be physically touching you, but if he's not in conversation, his eyes are firmly glued onto you, taking in the sight of you and making sure that you don't try anything to leave.

Although you're showered with some of the finest food and gifts that the hells can offer, Raphael makes it abundantly clear to you that you are little more than a pet to him. You sit on his lap or by his legs during meal times, you have a separate bed to sleep in when you're not having sex (unless you beg him for the privilege of sleeping beside him), and if you speak out of turn he chides you like one would a dog.

He shows you off like some prize, too. Praises your beauty and obedience to all who enter the halls of his home, but always making sure to reprimand them if their eyes linger anywhere on you for too long, a hand groping at your thigh to show precisely the dynamic between the two of you.

When you're obedient for him, life is wonderful. You're showered with the gifts that Raphael had promised you when this 'relationship' had begun, given anything you could ask for, all you need to do is look and pout. When you're not obedient - and it could be for the smallest thing - Raphael is... Less sweet. He's petty, vindictive, and he will let you know in the worst ways that he feels slighted by... Whatever it was that you did.

Geraldus

Geraldus is a nervous sweetheart, through and through. He's grown up with so many stories of valiant men who are just so sweet and honest and valiant, and he wants to live up to that standard. But how can he? Even though you're now together, he feels like he still fumbles over far too many of his words - surely you can't find his boyish nervousness cute anymore?

He likes taking you on picnics; he knows that typical dates take place in Taverns or Inns, but he likes the quaintness of a good picnic, it's like he's making your shared love life something right out of a fairytale, and he's all for that. It's not that he's opposed to drinking with you - wine and mead is a common staple of the basket you take with you - it's more the noise levels. He struggles to hear you if it's a particularly loud night in the tavern. He likes being able to hear you more than the atmosphere of the tavern.

He likes having his head in your lap. Or your head in his lap. His hand in your hair, or vice versa again. He thinks being physically close to you is just one of the best things he's ever experienced. Even as time goes on, and the two of you grow and change together, he still takes great joy and pleasure from that ever so simple act of just... Being close, and existing together.

He tries to learn so many new things for you; cooking, being the big main one. He likes to watch what you enjoy eating, then try and replicate it himself. He's not the best cook in Faerun, but he's definitely been improving, and taking any constructive criticism you have on board. Another way he tries to show his affection to you is through attempting (and often failing because you tell him 'no') to purchase you more material gifts. "That's what men do, no? ... No? Oh, alright then, beloved." He'll blush and stammer about it for a little bit, but he will put his coinpurse away. Being anything less than the man you want or deserve is an idea that terrifies him.

[ddlydevotion]

yandere! bestfriend x fem reader

currently listening to: 400 lux by lorde ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆

a/n: reader wears eyeliner + platonic obsession that leads to more, female yandere ૮₍'｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡`₎ა

Sophia wasn’t the most extroverted person out there, and she never really had someone to call her ‘bestfriend’. She was just a bit too shy to make conversation with the people in her college classes, and didn’t know how to carry the conversation further than a simple compliment.

As she made her usual trip to her favorite coffee shop before heading off to class, she decided that she had enough of the relentless sense of loneliness looming over her. She decided that she was going to go up to someone, make proper conversation with them, ask for their number and then propose a time to hangout.

You know, as normal people do. ‘I can be normal’, Sophia thought.

It was time for her to head inside the cafe to pick up her order, and there you were. As soon as she walked up next to you at the ‘pick up’ area, her hazel eyes remained on you. There was something indescribable about you that gave her a sense of safety. Her timidity could take a break for a second. She took it upon herself to compliment your choice of makeup as she couldn’t help but admire your cosmic black eyeliner.

You thanked her, blessed her with a gleaming smile and she was sold.

As I’ve mentioned before, Sophia isn’t used to having close friends as she’s always been shy when it comes to new people entering her life. This makes her cherish your presence with everything her body has to offer. From the very second the two of you met, you showed her nothing but kindness.

Sophia has an amazing relationship with her family, especially with her mother. Her mom couldn’t be happier at the news of Sophia making a friend as she’s always encouraging her to ‘get out of her shell !’

Sophia is constantly thinking of you and can’t help but purchase things with you in mind. For example, if she’s grocery shopping and sees a snack that you’re noticeably fond of, she’s gonna buy it for you! It became a habit of hers ever since she saw how happy it made you the first time she did it.

She has memorized every single one of your likes & dislikes. You mention the fact that you love horror movies? Well, guess who gifted you five dvds of all your favorites! Absolutely nothing gets past her when it comes to you. She wastes no time in gifting you items that you’ve mentioned you enjoy.

Her heart melts when she sees that her contact name in your phone is ‘phia 💌 🎨’ , and a picture of the two of you gleefully smiling at the camera as her contact photo.

Drags your seat next to hers so that you can be even closer to her. Traces shapes onto your thighs as the two of you sit together.

She was the one who proposed that the two of you have each other’s location. “it’s just to be safe!”, she says. Her reasoning has extreme truth to it but she also just wants to be able to see where you are.

She’s the type of girl to bake a cake when it’s her dog’s birthday.

She has done it before and will continue to do so.

When you talk about your celebrity crushes or tell a story of someone hitting on you, a hideous ache blossoms within her chest and she gets so sad. She questions her feelings the first time that it happened. You’re her best friend! She should be happy at the news of you having a potential love interest but she’s not.

She can’t help but feel envy towards your future lover, someone whose presence hasn’t even manifested yet. What if they don’t treat you the way you deserve? What if they don’t hold you the way she does? What if they hurt you? Neglect you?

What if they’re not her?

this is quite literally how desperate she gets about you 😭

She often times catches herself peeking down your shirt. Her hands linger on your hips a few seconds more when the two of you are hugging. You’re pulling away and her fingers are practically clawing at your shirt. She feels sososo guilty for thinking of you in any position that is far from innocent but you’re just so pretty and nice. She’ll forgive herself.

Gives you a customized key to her apartment .

she absolutely loves drawing/painting in her free time and sticks to working on cartoonish art projects. She even drew the two of you as little cartoon buddies. example example

yeah, “buddies”.

When she’s alone late at night, she finds herself scrolling through photos of you as her fingers make their way inside her shorts.

she has severalll plushies on her bed.

has little sonny angel figures on the dashboard of her car.

nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck when the two of you are cuddling during movie night. She loves being able to smell your perfume when she gets really close up behind you. The excuse she uses for wanting to cuddle you so often during these movie nights/late night hangouts is, “it just helps me sleep better when we hold each other. You’re really warm (๑•́ -•̀) ...”

Not that she’d even need a reason to get you to cuddle her, but she gets so worried that you’ll find her creepy for her constant need of physical contact. Get ready to reassure her that you don’t feel that way at all, because she gets self conscious quite frequently. She just wants you to find comfort within her presence and she’ll be damned if she ruins it.

okayy that’s it ☺️💌!! might or might not do a part two, and my requests are open.