#I’ve been in a portrait mood

[audreyestok]

“You are the night and the night alone understands you”

🌙

[title]

“May I rest my weary head on your shoulder?” (insp.)

In the Mood for Love (2000), Rafiki (2018), Cold War (2018), Your Name Engraved Herein (2020), But I’m a Cheerleader (1999), Moonlight (2016), Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019), And Then We Danced (2019), Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004), My Own Private Idaho (1991), Anatomy of a Fall (2023), Lovesong (2016), God’s Own Country (2017), The Handmaiden (2016), Notorious (1946)

[loomsims]

Oh she's taking it honey!

[triskelion-soda]

Surrender (to the mist) 🌫😶‍🌫️

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I've been reading a lot of Korean isekai webcomics lately and given me an idea of being Malleus or Leona fiance who he didn't even love at all ( liked he thinks they are being too clingy or something like that but in reality they care about them and try help them out with daily tasks and try to bring something interesting to lighten the mood or the very least lift up their mood to at least feel better )

and reader taken over the body of said fiance and just like " I don't wanna get killed, or die, I have magic to help me out so I'll just run away from here " and just left him to venture out in the world maybe settle in somewhere outside of the kingdom to somewhere else in a small village to settle, and when they realize that how much their former finance care for them and realize they are no longer in the castle and looking for them

And what do they feel when they see her ( fae or beastwoman ) with a human male who made her really happy when they found her

Manwha Mistreated Married Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

It's downright unfair to be the only one trying in this arranged marriage setting. Not to mention the lack of care when it comes to hiding their growing interest in this Yuu character. Why shouldn’t you be allowed happiness with your own human, far away from the unforgiving environment of their castle? What’s worse is that they will come running and it is not to congratulate you:

Leona Kingscholar

“What the-”

When he finally does get around to actually doing the paperwork of being a prince

He finds that he’s been sent a constant barrage of divorce material 

And then he’s reminded that he’s been married off to…someone he can’t even be bothered to remember

But he looks at the official Royal portraits of you 

And goes to search 

He wanted to see what he was working with

“Uh your majesty, they’ve been gone for over a year now.”

A year?! Already

So he reaches into the back of his mind to the memories of you 

Reporting how much of his work you did for him or how you gifted him some new pillows as a gift 

It makes him feel itchy 

So he begins an arduous search for you

Something that takes longer than he expects 

Eventually finding you working on a farm 

Clearly making goo-goo eyes at the pathetic buff farm hand

So he decides to pop your bubble, revealing that technically still married

“Oh, I know that. But they’re waitin’ on you to finalize the divorce, y’know?”

Drats

There’s nothing more he hates than watching you look longingly at each other despite being so close

But he can’t bring himself to sign his name

Preferring to instead fight for his ownership of your heart

And if he has to get dirty he doesn’t mind

It just means he’s one step closer to making you return

He wants you to come running back to him

To hang off his every word as he does now

To kiss his knuckles and tell him how good of a husband he’s been

Malleus Draconia

“I’ve misjudged you…I’d appreciate if you returned home now.”

It's a wake-up call to have you laugh in his face when he says this

Usually, any protests would be met with his immense strength and magical prowess

But too bad his grandmother set him up with someone of near equal standing even worse better you seem to have been training

It was a past time for you as you moved into a non-descript village

All to retreat from a spouse obsessed with the first human to express any interest in him

Now forget all the times you attempted to converse with him or let him ramble about gargoyles

Only to be ignored or spat at for imitating his ‘child of man’

Well if he liked them so much he shouldn’t have minded when you wordlessly took a hiatus from the kingdom

No one seems to miss you, your presence is filled by the buzz of a human being around

But when that human leaves for home or turns in to achieve that sleep they so desperately need

He misses you

Finds even he unexpectedly snaps when his best friend reaches to sit in your chair

What strange magic…for him to wish you were present

He finds you easily 

And is surprised when you wretch in disgust when he arrives

And if you’ve taken a guardian role to some poor orphan child they copy the behavior

Constantly reminding him of your supposed dislike 

He’s not fond of this version of you at all

So he lingers like a dog kicked outside

Watching from a close distance as you live your new life

Sparking something in him as he finds you absolutely alluring at every angle

Suddenly that human’s pleas for his return become the static of something irritating

He needed you to come back and if a distraction was what was stopping you then so be it

But you’re so empathetic they might prove themselves useful as the king’s bargaining chip

[disenchantedif]

Oh my god, what if MC has issues regarding V-day because they and Luci used to do something really sappy and cute for it? So now seeing all the happy couples just makes them really upset/angry?

Lucien

You sigh, tossing your bag on the counter. Theo is still in class until this evening, so you have until then to stew. It’s stupid to hate Valentine’s Day so much, but you can’t help it. It a reminder of everything you once had, the life you lived before it all went to shit.

The last time you spent this day with anyone was Lucien. Lucien, who you had made homemade pizzas with and sat out on the balcony, watching the stars with only your shared body heat to keep you warm.

After you became Unchosen, after Lucien had left you, maybe you became a bit jaded toward the holiday. You once looked forward to it with sappy naïveté, and now you dreaded the memories it would dredge up.

Even now, with you and Lucien almost fully made up, you couldn’t stand seeing all the happy couples and hearts and love bullshit everywhere. It just…hurt. It hurt, and that made you angry.

Leaning on the counter, you contemplate ordering take out and just going straight to bed when there’s a knock on your door. It’s soft, hesitant, almost like the person on the other side kind of hopes you won’t come to the door.

You do, though. You pull it open and there stands the object of both your ire and yearning.

“Hey,” He says, sheepish, his wings twitching with his anxiety, “I wasn’t sure if I should come over…”

“You can come over whenever,” You say, your voice gentle despite your foul mood for the day.

After everything the both of you have been through, you don’t have it in yourself to cruel to him. Not even today, when the wound in your heart is raw and bleeding. You both have been hurt far too much, by one another and Lucien’s parents and far too many others to list.

You don’t want him to hurt anymore, not after you’ve seen the disastrous results. Besides, hurting him would only wound you more in the end. You learned that lesson a long time ago.

“I just…” Lucien shifts on his feet, pulling something out of his bag, “I know this is all still new, and I wasn’t sure if it would even be appreciated, but…here.”

It’s a canvas, you realize. He flips it over as he hands it to you, revealing a portrait of yourself done in watercolor. You’re smiling, a light flush of pink highlighting your cheeks, a golden yellow wash surrounding you as if he’d pictured you bathed in sunlight.

You take the painting with trembling hands, your wide eyes finding his.

“It’s not a lot,” He say softly, “But I…it’s my favorite painting I’ve done in a long time.”

It is a lot, though. It’s everything. You take a step inside to set the painting down gently on the counter before turning back to him. You take his hand and lead him inside, enthralled with the way he looks at you like you hung the stars in tonight’s sky.

“We can order pizza,” You suggest, closing the door behind him, “Watch a movie. I’ll probably fall asleep.”

“I don’t care if you use me as a pillow,” He says softly.

Four Valentine’s Days apart, wasted, and you probably should be angry about it. You were just moments ago. As you sit beside him on the couch, his curls tickling your neck as he rests his head atop yours, you find it hard to hold on to that anger. Perhaps you’d be happier if you let it go.

Dark brown eyes glance down at you, warm and utterly taken, and you decide that you’ll move on. For yourself, and for Lucien. It’s what the both of you deserve after so many years of suffering.

Lucia

You sigh, tossing your bag on the counter. Theo is still in class until this evening, so you have until then to stew. It's stupid to hate Valentine's Day so much, but you can't help it. It a reminder of everything you once had, the life you lived before it all went to shit.

The last time you spent this day with anyone was Lucia. Lucia, who you had made homemade pizzas with and sat out on the balcony, watching the stars with only your shared body heat to keep you warm.

After you became Unchosen, after Lucia had left you, maybe you became a bit jaded toward the holiday. You once looked forward to it with sappy naïveté, and now you dreaded the memories it would dredge up.

Even now, with you and Lucia almost fully made up, you couldn't stand seeing all the happy couples and hearts and love bullshit everywhere.

It just...hurt. It hurt, and that made you angry.

Leaning on the counter, you contemplate ordering take out and just going straight to bed when there's a knock on your door. It's soft, hesitant, almost like the person on the other side kind of hopes you won't come to the door.

You do, though. You pull it open and there stands the object of both your ire and yearning.

“Hey,” She says, sheepish, her wings twitching with her anxiety, “I wasn't sure if I should come over.”

“You can come over whenever,” You say, your voice gentle despite your foul mood for the day.

After everything the both of you have been through, you don't have it in yourself to cruel to her. Not even today, when the wound in your heart is raw and bleeding. You both have been hurt far too much, by one another and Lucia’s parents and far too many others to list.

You don't want her to hurt anymore, not after you've seen the disastrous results. Besides, hurting her would only wound you more in the end. You learned that lesson a long time ago.

“I just…” Lucia shifts on her feet, pulling something out of her bag, “I know this is all still new, and I wasn't sure if it would even be appreciated, but…here.”

It's a canvas, you realize. She flips it over as she hands it to you, revealing a portrait of yourself done in watercolor. You're smiling, a light flush of pink highlighting your cheeks, a golden yellow wash surrounding you as if she'd pictured you bathed in sunlight.

You take the painting with trembling hands, your wide eyes finding hers.

“It's not a lot,” She say softly, “But I...it's my favorite painting l've done in a long time.”

It is a lot, though. It's everything. You take a step inside to set the painting down gently on the counter before turning back to her. You take her hand and lead her inside, enthralled with the way she looks at you like you hung the stars in tonight's sky.

“We can order pizza" You suggest, closing the door behind her, "Watch a movie. l'll probably fall asleep.”

“| don't care if you use me as a pillow,” She says softly.

Four Valentine's Days apart, wasted, and you probably should be angry about it. You were just moments ago. As you sit beside her on the couch, her curls tickling your neck as she rests her head atop yours, you find it hard to hold on to that anger. Perhaps you'd be happier if you let it go.

Dark brown eyes glance down at you, warm and utterly taken, and you decide that you'll move on. For yourself, and for Lucia. It's what the both of you deserve after so many years of suffering.

[royal-confessions]

“The grand reveal of Hussein of Jordan newborn daughter excluding the baby mama has to be the biggest royal faux pas of the year.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“King Abdullah’s family not waiting for Rajwa to be in the mood to take a public pic before posting the new baby Princess is the royal version of my family placing boyfriends and girlfriends at the very end of the family portrait in case they need to crop them out later.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“Why Is the first look of baby Iman just her and her dad? At least show a hand or the back of the woman who carried her for 9 months and birthed her 🙁 I apologize if it’s a cultural thing and maybe they will soon release a family picture but that’s the first peek at the baby and Princess Rajwa is absent.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“Lovely to know Hussein and Rajwa had a healthy baby girl!!!!!!!!! But come on now, the family photoshoot should have been postponed for when the mother was camera ready, we are used to Rajwa making us wait for her appearances lol so the video of Hussein and her baby girl was more than enough for a good while, and this are not any pics BUT her daughters first pics and she is not there.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“The reluctance Rania and Abdullah display against factoring Rajwa and Jameel into the public equation of the JRF is unorthodox, do they want to keep their club exclusive only for those born with a title? It could be they want their privacy but to leave them out of the first published pictures of Princess Iman is rather disheartening, Rajwa is the babies mom and Jameel is her uncle.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“The coverage from the Hashemites of the birth of Hussein & Rajwa’s baby leaves me feeling bad for her. So many photos of the family with the baby, zero of her. I understand that perhaps she didn’t want to be photographed but there’s very little reference to her either. As though she’s birthed the child and put to one side. Queen Rania’s instagram feed puts her in prime position. There are a lot of reasons to side eye Rajwa (probably not all of them are her fault either) but becoming a mother is no small thing. In this moment she should have more respect shown to her than this.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“If I wasn't a royal fan, I would assume Hussein had a baby sister and not a newborn daughter. What was that photoshoot of Rania, Abdullah and all their sons and daughters with Rajwa and Hussein's baby without the mother there?Not even a blurry pic of Rajwa, who is the mother of Princess Iman. And DO NOT say its cultural because there are PLENTY of pics of Hashemite princesses with their newborns at the hospital.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“You guys WTH! There are photos of baby Princess Iman and no Rajwa in sight!! I can’t believe it, how rude of Hussein, I feel bad for Rajwa who clearly doesn’t want to be photographed because by marrying to that dork her baby now has to be exposed into the public without her mother. Honestly what a gross royal family, I’ve never seen this happening with any other house. They have no respect for Rajwa I really feel bad for calling her lazy all this time.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“My heart breaks for Princess Rajwa because in which universe would a Royal Family, or ANY Family disregard the new mother by posting photos of the baby without a trace of her. Heck there is a photo of Rania holding Princess Iman before one of Rajwa and her Baby. If there is someone that still wants to buy into the fairy tale wedding and ignore this disrespect for Rajwa? I truly feel sad for her.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“I’m torn at the photos released by the RHC to celebrate the birth of Princess Iman bint Hussein because is great they gave Princess Rajwa space to recover but also out of the ordinary not to see the mother at the first official portraits of a newborn royal baby, since she won’t be the heir I believe they had juggle opportunity to wait for Rajwa to feel herself again instead of rushing the images with no mommy in sight 🥺” - Submitted by Anonymous

“Okay so we don't know what's going on behind the close doors but when CP Hussain was born their were picture of him and Queen Rania and mind you King Abdullah wasn't even in the race of becoming king so Hussain wasn't the heir , there are pics of Queen Noor holding her baby Hamza but no pic of Rajwa with her baby daughter is VERY telling” - Submitted by queenempath007

[uchihaharlot]

I didn't mean to break their hearts, I was just curious, srry!😭😭 (but Itachi's one was kinda funny-)

But anyway, now I'm wondering about how they would react if they found out that you can draw really cool and beautiful.

(I'm an artist, so😎)

Nonny 🥹🥹

That put me in an really good mood; lol. That was way too fun to write; maybe I can one day write a super angsty break up (but I love them too much!!!).

I love all artists 😭😭😭 Painters, writers — digital or paper. Anything that expresses the inner workings of someone’s mind and the fact that they can manifest it to reality is so so so beautiful. I hope I’ve secretly seen your art, I’d probably simp over it. Always simp over art. 😂😂🥹🥹

N/SFW; very cute Uchiha men adoring your artwork! 🥹🥹🥹 (ooc Madara??); Simpy Obito; …Scandalous Shisui; abnormally observant Itachi 😂 suggestive themes rolled out the further I got. For some reason, I just had to. (P.s. I should not be allowed to write when tired??? Half of this was done while my eyes rolled shut in bed).

Madara:

It’s not everyday that Madara is blown like a leaf in the wind. When you mentioned being a patron of the arts, he thought maybe the art of battle?? Didn’t expect your weapon to be a paint brush with some acrylic paint. Thought it was some weird jutsu infused shit.

And then you just had to go above and beyond and do a portrait of him for his birthday!!!!! It’s hung on the living room center wall so that it’s the first thing anyone sees! Honestly, this man is a brute, but your art envokes his softer side! A side that he hasn’t been in touch with for…well, a long time.

Makes sure that everyone and I mean, everyone, is aware of your talent! Still, he tries to find the side hussle in it, soliciting customers for you and all. 😭😭 Will trash talk the chalk art children make on the sidewalk, which ‘…that’s not nice, they’re children..’ you say. He shrugs, nobody is as good as you.

Obito:

Finds out and tries to ‘secretly’ commission you lmao. Makes it totally obvious too, his handwriting is shit and eveeeerrryyyyone knows who Tobi really is…. Plus how can you even begin without discussing what he wants done!! Duh, Obito! Unfortunately for him, you are more interested in drawing matters of the flesh. He’ll only show his chest, nothing more.

‘That’s fine.’ You shrug, and get to work. Obito, however, does not have the resolve to sit still! It’s frustrating to no end, but alas, after what seems an eternity— its done. Sort of. Still much to add, but the basics are there and you’ll work better when he’s not asking how does it look every twenty minutes.

Eventually you do finish this beautiful piece of him, and Obito cries. You made his scars tolerable and beautiful with your mind’s creativity, he feels less self conscious about them, only a little.

Shisui:

Is the least normal about it when he discovered your sketchbook — more like snatched and played keep away. Had to fight him for it, literally. Will ask you to paint/draw him naked…many times lol and you respectfully say no... Not that he likes people to see him naked (ok maybe a little?) but he secretly hopes it might happen one day. It would be a private thing for the two of you, cause he wants that ass.

And when you do cave to his whim, just to satiate him. He’s nervous lmao. Had this oh so macho man idea of rocking a hard on but Shisui simply maintains his usual semi. It’s nice though, you make sure it’s extremely detailed..as he asked for.

But, ‘(y/n)… this is chibbi!!!’ Lol, jokes on Shisui!! He didn’t say how to draw his pp.

Itachi:

Is the most normal about it. Though he still will praise you every time you finish a piece and show him, he is still massively impressed. How does your wrist not get tired? …maybe this is why your hand jobs are so good. 😈 Just watching you try a new technique (pointillism, which is my favorite style) makes his wrist hurt. Enjoys when you ask him for ideas! He has lots of them! Mostly…obscure and derelict landscapes though.

Would not be opposed to having his portrait done, but it’s really not his style. He is disciplined enough to sit still but doesn’t see the value in it. Not until the final product is revealed, does he truly understand how important this piece was. You’ve captured his personality in a new light.

[fumifooms]

Do you think maybe a large part also of why Chilchuck's wife left him was because of how much he changed after becoming an adventurer? He seemed naive and spirited once, but became more jaded the more dungeon crawling he did. I like to think with the new image of his wife that Flertom and Puckpatti's cheerful demeanor came from how Chilchuck was once as a child. But she accepted that people change. And yet that night, meeting how he is with his coworkers, reminds her of how he used to be.

Yes I do! I go into it in my masterpost on Chilchuck’s family, though I made it before we got his wife’s face reveal. If you want to see my thoughts on what things might have pushed her to leave I recommend you go to the ‘Possible strains on the marriage’ section!

Ooh I like your thoughts! Flertom and Puckpatti inheriting good cheer from him would be soo cute (it’d also be funny with how he’s like "Meijack, my daughter most like me" meanwhile the ones with the opposite of her personality got it from him. Sike Meijack’s like her mom the most lmao), but for Puckpatti at least I’m skeptical.

Chilchuck likes good cheer out of work sure, but he dislikes optimism/carefreeness. It makes him worry on if they can take care of themselves or if they’ll be able to make it (in part due to how he was himself tricked by parties in the past), so I’ve theorized that Puckpatti’s carefree demeanor is actually an effect of Chilchuck working out of home more and more as the years go by, and thus having the least of an influence on his youngest child, leaving his wife to do most of the raising and teaching lessons.

I don’t know what to make of his wife’s portrait yet, she does seem pretty jaded herself, or like she has a lot on her mind. Since it’s supposedly set into the present of canon, it could just be that she’s still affected and upset by having left him… Or maybe that’s just how she is! Maybe Chilchuck rubbed off on her too, or maybe she grew that way more over the years by herself, or maybe she’s always been a little gloomy/ice queen looking, no clue! I don’t think trying to take away a lot of her personality from just the portrait would be effective or wise, but now I do think she’s the more reserved and serious type.

"Yet that night, meeting how he is with his coworkers, reminds her of how he used to be" Asker I looooove this, you’re so right!! That could definitely be part of it, I hadn’t seen that angle. He’s very cheerful and open when sharing drinks with people as we see, so it’s possible she’s like "Wow, he’s having such a good time here with his coworkers. Why isn’t he usually like that with me?" plus just being hit with a ton of bricks of realization that that part of him was why she loved him, but he’s changed so much so maybe they should cut their losses and part away. And especially since they were childhood friends, too! 20 years sure do change a man. Chilchuck does say she fell into a bad mood after the outing on the way back home but didn’t know why, so there’s a lot of thoughts and feelings we can assign to her. Again, I encourage you to read my big post on it if it interests you, I give many different interpretations and whatnot~!

[wildfairies]

my wayhaven detectives 🔍🖤

🥺👉🏼👈🏼 i’ve been wanting to post them for a while, but i always put it off (mostly since i tweak them constantly, i’ve redone all of these portraits at least once since i first drafted this). but it’s a foggy november morning here and it put me in the mood. here are my actual children, i’m putting info about them under the cut for anyone like me who loves reading about other ppl’s mcs 😊

Elliott Moran [Felix] 

Kind and thoughtful, Elliott has the disposition of an elementary school history teacher. Slightly spacey and dreamy, he’s better at connecting with people than he is holding information. On the bright side, his intuition tends to steer him right when it comes to technology, and he has a knack for fixing things. His perpetual cheerfulness quickly charmed Natalie and attracted Felix.

Elliott’s sensitivity can leave him easily hurt and drained. His care for the people around him supercedes hurt feelings, though, and he’s incapable of holding a grudge. He’s happier than he ever thought he’d be since he started dating Felix.

Waverly Green [Adam] 

Waverly spent much of her youth rebelling in bids for attention from her absentee mother. Whatever her initial motivations, she maintains an innate propensity for chaos as an adult. Impulsive, sarcastic, and stubborn, Waverly isn’t always the easiest teammate, though she can turn on the charm when she wants to. (Nine times out of ten. Adam seems immune so far.) She’s always been drawn towards the catharsis of combat. Exercising is one of the only times her mind goes truly blank. She’s also fairly well versed in technology and naturally handy. Her open pessimism and incisive quips sparked a somewhat unlikely friendship with Mason.

Past her bravado lies a deeply insecure and wounded girl who feels like a chronic failure, never good enough for the people around her. (This whole situation with Adam may be touching a nerve.)

Araminta (Minty) Udo [Nat]

Naturally charming and charismatic, Araminta’s easygoing nature and popularity made her a good choice to be detective. The people of Wayhaven trust her wholeheartedly-- or at least they did before all these supernatural occurrences began cropping up. Still, her optimism and quiet self-assuredness puts the people around her at ease. She maintains a (seemingly) great relationship with her mother, has fallen head-over-heels for Natalie, and gets along particularly well with Farah.

Minty seems so well-adjusted it can be hard for people to remember she needs to be taken care of as well. Her forgiveness and patience seem inexhaustible but take a toll that sometimes makes her want to scream. Luckily, she now has Nat to worry about her feelings. 

Alice Atwell [Mason] 

Incredibly intelligent and deeply logical, Alice is often the voice of reason. She prides herself on her ability to keep calm in a crisis, and her levelheadedness serves her well. Being a detective seemed like the best way to put her sharp mind to good use in Wayhaven, and her sincerity has made her a trusted figure in the community. Her knowledgeability, easygoing nature, and interest in history contributed to a fast friendship with Nat. Mason, meanwhile, is attracted to her goodheartedness against his will (and knowledge).

Underneath Alice’s patient exterior lies a deep need to prove herself and receive love. She seems to have a good relationship with her mother, but Rebecca’s long absences have left her with deep-rooted fear that she’s unlovable that she tries hard to keep buried. (Good thing she’s falling for Mason, he’ll provide her with plenty of reassurance. /s. At least she’s an optimist.)

[keykeep]

Kinktober Day 26: Hard Ass- Ron Weasley

Working at George’s joke shop. George is a literal angel but the other boss Ron Weasley got under your skin. He was annoying and you hated when George left you at the shop with Ron alone. Which was exactly what happened on your latest shift.

George left you an owl saying his son Fred was sick and he couldn’t come in but that Ron was now scheduled to help out on the busiest weekend Weasley wizard wheezes had.

The weekend before school started was always particularly busy with everyone stocking up on supplies that will get them through their wizarding term at Hogwarts.

You were run off your feet serving customers and stocking shelves and cleaning the store when Ron moped inside an hour late almost knocking down customers in his path. As he proceeded upstairs to the office area. You apologised on his behalf and offered discounts to those who were knocked about by the worst Weasley.

While you were cleaning the surfaces when Ron wandered over hands in his pockets. “Sorry I’m late” Ron mumbled. “You needn’t come at all if you’re going to be in a mood all day” you snapped back. “I’ll have you know that I run this place and you are just an employee,” he said matching your tone.

You immediately shut up furiously cleaning in silence before joining Ron in serving customers. “Listen, I’m sorry I’ve just…”

“You don’t need to apologise Weasley I’m sick of your apologies”

You grumbled. “I’m going to continue cleaning” you stalked up the stairs not wanting to be anywhere near him.

As the shop wind down to silence, you breathed a sigh of relief, your arms and legs were in pain and you were in desperate need of a massage.

You were stopped in your tracks when you heard the portrait of Fred Weasley and Ron in conversation.

“Why do you care so much? Why are you always apologising and trying to make her happy? Let’s face it, brother you’re smitten, you haven’t felt this for a while now with Hermione.”

Your breath caught in your throat but you moved closer to listen in.

“you thought you were broken, but then this girl comes along and she made you feel things you claimed didn’t exist to you before and you feel guilty so you’ve been driving her away”

Hand clutched to your chest you couldn’t believe your ears

“That about covers it” Ron said softly before they both stopped talking. You muttered a curse under your breath as the squeaky wooden floor squeaked underneath your feet.

You snuck back down the stairs hoping to avoid the squeaking stairs. You suddenly weren’t hungry anymore and instead took to writing down a list of items that were low in supply.

“ I can give you a list of how you make me feel” Ron whispered in your ear as you felt his breath upon his neck. You jumped back bumping into his broad chest.

“Sorry” , you stuttered.

“I know you heard the conversation in the office” he admitted, You groaned “stupid squeaky stairs”.

He chuckled stepping closer to you

“I thought if I was horrible on purpose you would stop coming back, I’ve never met someone so resilient”

You scoffed crossing your arms across your chest.

But before you could say anything soft lips pressed against yours, and you found yourself leaning towards him pulling each other closer into an embrace.

Moaning filled the room as the need between you grew. And with a swoop, Ron picked you up into his arms your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your hands tugged at his hair and a possessive groan escaped him which spurred you on.

The intense make-out session continued as Ron made his way up the stairs and moved to the office as your back met the hard planes of the office desk. He took half a step forward to bridge the space between you, placing a hand tentatively on the side of your breast and slowly brought it down over your curves, waist, hip, down to your thighs. Your breath is stuck in your chest anticipating the next move.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment” he said as. he unzipped your pants and tugged them down. “Lift yourself “ he ordered.

You lifted yourself off the table as you took your pants off. The glimpse of your sheer panties brought a primal groan to burst from Ron’s throat.His hands ripped the thin material from your body leaving you bare before him.

“You owe me a new pair” you panted, “You never need to wear underwear again” Ron growled in response.

As he lowered his face towards your wet folds devouring your sweet juices as he licked up and down your slit.

His ginger hair is the only thing you can see when you look down as he buries himself against you. Your thighs pressed tight against his head.

As his tongue flicks against your sensitive bud of a clit. Your head is back against the table as your eyes close. His tongue moving faster against you. the moans spill out of your mouth. As your hips grind against his face desperate for your upcoming release.

As you arch off the table, you feel his big hands hold your hips down. Your hands grabbed onto his ginger hair as his tongue lashed your swollen clit.

You scream out his name as your orgasm rushes throughout your body.

Your trembling body eased to stillness as you relaxed your grip on Ron who had finished soaking up all the cum.

With all the strength you could muster you sat up and took in Ron’s satisfied grin his gaze fixated on you.

You took in Ron’s silhouette all the way down to the hard on straining against his pants. Dropping to your knees in front of him you knew that you needed to return the favour as you couldn’t leave him this hard. It wasn’t fair especially after he was so generous giving you a mind-blowing orgasm already. You unzipped his pants freeing his growing cock as it grew against his underwear, you bit your lip as you rolled his underwear down and gazing upon Ron’s huge cock.

Your tongue ran along the sides of his cock your tongue dragged up and down teasingly listening to the sharp intake of breath leaving Ron. You pressed her pursed lips against the tip. You kissed it repeatedly, massaging the pink head with tiny and delicate kisses. Your tongue hovered over the veins of his cock as you licked down to his shaft before you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock taking him into your mouth until your eyes watered. You swirled your tongue around his fullness as his head fell back with a grateful sigh.

Easing up your mouth your hands gripped his shaft pumping, your hands moving up and down as your mouth followed the flow.

His breathing grew erratic, his hips started to buck. As you worked your mouth over him, you could feel his pulsating member quiver before he emptied his cum into your mouth.

You looked up at him who had an apologetic look on his face. As you met his gaze you swallowed his load with a gulp before licking your lips satisfactorily. with a grin on your face you raised to your feet lips locking with his passionately.

You jump into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist.Chest pressed against his muscular body you felt your nipples hardening. His hands gripping your pert ass, hands running over the soft flesh.

You felt a finger slide into your asshole slowly sliding in and out. You surprised yourself as a moan filled the room.

“You ready for more?” He asked. All you could muster is a nod of the head. Ron bends you over the office table as your breasts met the cold wood. You felt him press against you lining up his cock to your entrance as pushed his hips forward entering you with minimal discomfort. You let out a loud moan as he eased back before pushing inside you again.

You moved your hips back and forth against his cock slowly he joined you in soft rocking movements. His hands on your hips as his pace increased and soon the room was filled with the noises of slapping flesh as he fucked your ass.

He pulled thick cock out of your ass before thrusting his hips in short fast strokes to bury himself inside you once more.

“Oh fuck, Oh yes” you moaned

As you moved your hips to smash against Ron encouraging the fast sloppy thrusting,As he pumped his thick cock in and out he panted in your ear

“I …can’t …last ….much ……longer” he said through gritted teeth. “Me either” you panted.

“Oh shit here it comes”Ron shouted as his balls tightened before exploding inside you.That was enough pressure to release your orgasm as you both slowed your movements feeling the cum fill inside you.

Ron collapsed on you as you both panted trying to fill your lungs with air.He eased his softened cock from your creamy asshole.

You both dressed slowly,savouring one last look at each other’s naked bodies. “I guess we should open up again” you admitted smoothing your hair down.

The portrait of Fred cheered out as Ron’s face reddened in embarrassment. “Proud of you brother” Fred cheered as Ron took your hand, pulling you down the stairs.

You were met by the other twin George Weasley smiling the same smile from behind the counter.

“ so I guess your fighting is over?”

“ I hate my family” Ron groaned slapping his hand to his forehead.

[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-nineteen

credit to whoever made the gif. found on google/pintrest.

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: So I think I have an idea for a new mob!bucky barnes story. I might post the summary of it and if it sounds interesting to you all, I'll start it! There are probably a few chapters left of this one, just trying to decide on how to end it. Happy or sad. Who knows!

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The sound of gunfire echoed in my ears, loudly, and the gun clattered to the ground below. My eyes were wide with shock and despair at what had just happened. There was an intense pain shooting through my heart all the way down to my stomach as I looked at Bucky, who matched my own expression. 

“Doll?” His voice shook, tears filling his eyes. 

I blinked and tried to speak but failed. Words felt so foreign as I tried to say something, anything. 

Bucky’s gaze traveled low as he tried to understand what happened. Time seemed to have slowed down when, with shaky hands, I pressed them against my stomach. The warm liquid seeped through my fingers and when I pulled them away, I choked out a sob when I saw them covered in something dark red. 

Blood. 

The new hole in my stomach poured out blood as I locked eyes with Bucky, fear on my face. 

“Bucky?” My voice cracked. 

I collapsed in front of him and with quick hands, he had them wrapped around me in order to stop me from hitting the ground. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’ve got you,” he cooed while setting me down gently. 

He applied tight pressure to the bullet wound on my stomach and I hissed out in pain. 

“What happened?” 

I tried to talk but even that simple action caused a pain to shoot through the entirety of my stomach. As I looked up at Bucky, I noticed his eyes well up with tears and guilt filled me with what I was seconds away from doing. 

“I wasn’t-.” 

A painful cry erupted from my throat when Bucky pressed down harder on my stomach in hopes to stop me from losing more blood than I already had. 

“Just breathe, try not to talk.” Bucky said. 

My eyes squeezed shut and did what he ordered me to do; deep breath in, shaky breath out. I did this a few times hoping it would ease my rising fear of dying that filled me. 

Suddenly, Bucky was knocked away from me, John straddling him. He began laying his fists into Bucky’s face, who was unable to protect himself because he had been caught off guard. 

“Fuck!” I cursed as I tried to sit up in order to help Bucky. 

Anytime I tried to move, more blood would pool into my hands so in defeat, I leaned up against the wall and watched with broken gaze as John continued to lay fist after fist into Bucky’s face. 

That was until Bucky wrapped his legs around John’s waist, rolling him onto his back and now Bucky had the upper hand, slamming his vibranium fist into John’s face, stomach, neck, anywhere he could. 

I pulled my hand away and grimaced at how stained it was, the smell of copper filling my senses, and I silently prayed with closed eyes to whatever Gods would listen to not die. 

“She’s so in love with you that she couldn’t even shoot you. Even after all of the lies you told her.” 

Through lidded eyes, I noticed John was laying on the ground, broken, and Bucky was standing over him. The gun in his hand grabbed my attention right away. 

“So you fucking shoot her?” Bucky seethed, laying a bone cracking punch to his cheek.

John spat out some blood. “The serum will heal her soon, you know that.” 

The serum.

Even with the rage I felt for being injected with it, I was somewhat thankful for it at this moment knowing that I wasn’t going to die. 

Right?

Bucky cocked the gun. “What gave you the right to inject her with it? She didn’t want it!” 

“I think we both know that you were going to do it to her anyway. I simply rushed the process,” John chuckled. 

My heart slammed in my chest at John’s words and as Bucky locked his gaze with my own, he rapidly shook his head. 

“That was never going to happen, Y/N.” 

I licked my dry lips and rested my head against the wall, the pain of being shot almost doubled, not letting up anytime soon. My entire body throbbed in tangent with my heart, I could hear the beat of it in my ears. 

“I don’t care anymore,” I breathed. 

Bucky moved his attention back to John and with a swift kick to his stomach, John choked on his own blood. The gun was pressed hard into the side of his skull, Bucky leaning on his knees. 

“Bucky,” I choked. 

He ignored me, almost as if he knew what I was going to say. 

With a deep breath, I put more pressure on my wound while getting to my knees, then my feet. I stumbled a little, becoming a bit lightheaded, but reached for Bucky. 

“Bucky,” I repeated. “Give me the gun.” 

The gun shook in his hand as his bottom lip trembled with hatred the longer he started at John, not pulling the trigger. He shook his head, refusing my request. 

“He deserves to die, Y/N.” 

I nodded. “I know. But I want to be the one to pull the trigger.” 

Bucky took his eyes off of John and shook his head towards me. “No!” 

His face had been cut and bloody from his fight with John but I could see the way it broke at the mere image of me killing someone. 

Tears fell from my eyes and with one hand on my wound, I extended the other one towards him. “Please. I need to do this.” 

He wanted to fight with me on this but in the end he knew that I wouldn’t stop until I got what I wanted; and that was John dead. 

With a soft sigh, Bucky reluctantly placed the gun in my hand. 

“You won’t be able to do it, Y/N. It’s not who you are,” John said while kneeling in front of me. “You’re not a killer.” 

I chuckled dryly with a darkness I never felt before filled my veins. I chalked it up to the serum.  “I thought the same thing about you.” 

Bucky stood behind me, a silent metaphor of always having my back, no matter what came my way. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he asked one more time if I was sure about this. 

With the gun raised, pointed in the middle of John’s forehead, I gave bucky his answer by pulling the trigger. John’s body fell to the ground in a heap and I let the gun fall on top of him. 

I thought that I would have felt relieved and happy that my parents' killer was finally found and justice was served. However, I felt disgusted and my body shivered with how dirty I felt. My skin crawled with the knowledge that I had taken someone’s life. This wasn’t legal, I had committed a crime but knowing the circumstances of what happened tonight, there was no way I would get in trouble for this. 

But with being married to Bucky, I knew that the body would be gone before anyone could even question what happened to John. 

Vibranium fingers brushed against mine, bringing me back from the darkness that took over, and I gave Bucky a sad look. 

“You don’t feel any better, do you?” He asked. 

I shook my head with tears in my eyes. “I feel worse.” 

“Let’s get you home,” Bucky suggested while trying to link our hands together. 

Even with everything that just happened, I didn’t forget about how he knew about the deal between our dads in more detail that he led on. He only saw me as a cash in, someone to have when he needed a warm body to lie next to. I refused to allow myself to be lied to anymore. I deserved to have someone that felt the same and wanted me because they loved me. 

I was in love with Bucky but he wasn’t in love with me. Because of that, I was ready to walk away from everything.

My free hand clutched the wall to steady myself when I felt the room beginning to spin. I could feel all the color drain from my body as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, darkness and death yanking me into its abyss.

[sandkessho]

The last one from league portraits!

I fell this pic so much I’ve been in a sad mood lately ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

[stellarbit]

This is a personal post so heads up

I’ve been really struggling lately and it’s making it hard to write and enjoy the things I love, even our favorite copy and paste hottie totties.

I joke about having a serious job while dilly dicking off when I can and typically I manage a good work life balance, but lately it’s been 6 day weeks with some serious projects coming due and my workplace has been more toxic than usual.

I found out another manager has been spreading some nasty rumors about me, has “nicknames” for me, and generally shit talks me to other managers and hourly employees alike. Which is hard because I strive to create a positive space for our people. I bake for the crew, organize potlucks to give people something to look forward to, create programs to get our employees more money, paint pet portraits for folks who have lost their pets, and personalize work clothes for anyone I can all while being as nauseatingly nice as I can manage.

I don’t have to do any of this, I’m busy enough and it’s “below my pay grade” but fuck that I hate work and I’d like it to suck a little less for anyone else if I can help it.

I try to support the manager in question- a 70 YEAR OLD MAN- through his moods, health issues, and generally try to put a good word in for him when others struggle to deal with his ✨sparkling personality✨I even go to lunch with this dude whenever he wants to be a good coworker and foster a relationship with him.

The mean stuff has apparently been going on for a while and others participate. I was only told recently when a different manager came to my office to vent about the 70 year old. I was trying to be positive and, in a moment of frustration, they snapped at me and told me everything. I know they were trying to bring me down because misery loves company or whatever but man it really worked.

All that to say shit has sucked and I hate not knowing how to create during stress. I try to type and it’s like I don’t even remember how.

But coming on here today and seeing the art and the fics and just everyone in Bad Batch community made me smile. I just really appreciate yall. Imma watch some of our boys and catch up on everything yall have made.

Stay fascinating 💗

[odyssean-flower]

the winding path of fate ch 10 (scrapped version)

the chapter is coming along nicely. this is the scrapped version of the first half. the final version will be something like this. constructive criticism is welcome

“Madame, are you feeling alright? Please let me know if we need to stop the boat somewhere for a short rest.”

“I assure you, I’m fine. I stopped feeling nauseous a long time ago. The boat has been moving very smoothly so far.”

Despite your repeated assurances, Neuvillette still looked slightly doubtful. He was probably going to ask this question again later.

After lunch, Neuvillette took you to a small dock to the south of the willow tree, where there was a small, inconspicuous boat waiting to take you two to Elynas, where Merusea Village was located. The vishap had followed you and saw you off.

The rowboat had been fine, but queasiness took hold of you once you got onto this boat. It was probably because you just had lunch. Luckily, the boat wasn’t going too fast. You suspected that it was on purpose.

You glanced up at Neuvillette. Like the rowboat at the tree, this boat was smoothly cutting through the water of its own accord. You didn’t hear the sound of the motor, nor was there anyone at the wheel.

Leaning back against the cushions of the seat that Neuvillette made you sit on after you first mentioned your dizziness, you closed your eyes. The warm sunlight felt like a comforting blanket, and the refreshing sea breeze stroked the hair at your nape like gentle fingers. The boat’s steady rocking was soothing, almost hypnotic. Ah, this is heaven. I’ve been missing out.

The cry of a seabird near your ear caused you to open your eyes. You saw Neuvillette standing at the bow. His long snow-white hair was fluttering in the wind, along with his coat tails. He had his cup in his hand, no doubt filled with water. You couldn’t see his expression from here, but judging from the relaxed set of his shoulders, he was also enjoying himself.

In another life, Neuvillette would make a fine ship captain, you idly thought as you observed his stately, erect figure. He certainly had the bearing of one. Or what you imagined a captain would be like from the various novels and books you read.

Your fingers itched to paint him. You were already thinking about the composition and colors. This was strange. Usually, you didn’t really enjoy painting people. You didn’t even like doing self-portraits. Landscapes and buildings were more to your taste.

As though sensing your gaze, Neuvillette turned around and looked at you. “We will be reaching Elynas in about an hour or so. Please, relax until then, Madame. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“I am. Please stop asking,” you said firmly and resolutely fixed your gaze ahead. The sharp peaks of Elynas were still just a faint dot in the distance. You could see the shadows of ships gliding on the water. What would their passengers think if they saw the Chief Justice standing in this small, inconspicuous boat?

You turned your head back in the direction of Erinnyes. All you could see now was the shoreline and verdant trees. It was as though that giant willow tree and vishap never existed in the first place. Like it was all a dream.

The seat next to you sank down with Neuvillette’s weight. “Did you enjoy our time at Erinnyes?”

“Oh, I did!” you turned to him with a broad smile. Perhaps it was just a trick of the light, but you thought his eyes widened slightly. “It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever been to. It’s so…so mystical. I wish we could have stayed longer.”

Neuvillette let out a little chuckle. He put his hand to his mouth, as though to hide his expression. “I’m very glad to hear that. I hope the vishap didn’t spoil your mood.”

“Not at all,” you shook your head. “I was a little scared at first, sure, but she was actually very gentle. I did assume there would be more vishaps around, though.”

“Most of them live underwater to hide from the sunlight and humans. I considered summoning them aboveground to introduce you to them, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

The thought of those large vishaps dwelling beneath the ground was somewhat disconcerting, but thrilling at the same time. Erinnyes was supposed to have a complicated network of underground caverns. You supposed they lived there.

Another thought occurred to you just then. “You can speak their language,” you turned to him. “Are you related to them in some way? Like…their overseer or something?”

“Overseer…? Interesting choice of words,” Neuvillette stroked his chin, thinking your question over. “I would not call myself that, but I do watch over them, and they depend on me.”

“I see,” you said. It didn’t escape your notice that he didn’t answer your question about whether or not he was related to them. You stared at his slitted eyes again. They did resemble vishaps’ eyes quite a lot. Could Neuvillette turn into a vishap? You couldn’t quite imagine it. If he could transform into something, you’d imagine that it would be something more majestic and graceful, like…

Neuvillette cleared his throat. That was when you realized that you had been staring into his eyes for far too long. Hastily, you looked away, your gaze landing on the sparkling water.

“I…I didn’t know that the Chief Justice’s duties also extend to looking after the wild creatures of the land,” you said. You hoped that you didn’t sound too flustered. “I don’t know how you manage it.”

“Well, those wild creatures, as you called them, are also citizens of Fontaine, so they are under my purview in that sense. And also, the role of Chief Justice isn’t the only role I play.”

You didn’t quite understand what he was talking about, and he didn’t seem to have any intention of elaborating. For a while, the two of you watched the neighboring shoreline move past you.

Eventually, the back of the Opera Epiclese came into view. And in the distance, the Court of Fontaine loomed over the waters. Looking at it from here, you once again appreciated just how big it was. When you first moved there, it had taken you weeks to find your way around without getting lost.

“What a great view of the city,” you said. “I’d love to take some pictures of it.”

“Why don’t you, then?”

“I’m afraid I’ll run out of film since I took so many pictures back at Erinnyes, so I want to save it for Merusea Village.”

“There’s no need to worry about that. I’ve brought several rolls of film with me,” Neuvillette patted his pocket.

“Oh, really! Don’t mind if I do, then.”

You went to the cabin to get the Kamera, then proceeded to take pictures of the city from several angles. It certainly looked imposing, with its tall ramparts and the lofty Mont Esus looming in the background, but it was simply too gaudy and new-looking for your liking. You found yourself focusing on the sunken ramparts poking out from beneath the water instead. Are those from the last flood period? I wonder what used to be there…?

“You stopped taking pictures all of a sudden,” At some point, Neuvillette had come up next to you, sipping from his cup. “Is something the matter?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you said quickly. He’s standing kind of close, isn’t he? His sleeve was brushing against yours. “I just got a little lost in my thoughts.”

“Oh? What sort of thoughts?” Neuvillette leaned in closer. Strands of his hair brushed the top of your shoulder. You could smell his cologne. It smelled good, although you couldn’t identify the scent. Maybe I should start wearing perfume…?

“Uh…I-I was thinking about architecture,” you gave a vague answer. He really was standing too close, wasn’t he? Perhaps you should move away a little after all.

It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable with being in close quarters with a man or anything. He was your husband, after all, so you should probably get used to it. It was simply that you were still coming to grips with the fact that you were on this little boat in the middle of the sea with the Chief Justice (who really did look quite resplendent. You should ask to take a picture of him. As a souvenir of this day, of course), and you couldn’t forget how different and warm and comforting it felt to be in his arms. That was all.

“You’re interested in architecture, Madame? Indeed, the Court of Fontaine is awe-inspiring when seen from the water. I’ve heard many people liken it to a fortified castle. What caught your eye?”

“Nothing in particular,” you said. “I was just thinking about how, um, modern it looks.”

“You don’t sound very impressed,” Neuvillette sounded amused.

“I wouldn’t say that…” you said, struggling to figure out how to bring this topic to an end. “I simply have different aesthetic preferences

You felt Neuvillette’s heavy, questioning gaze upon you, but didn’t turn to meet it.

The shadow of the aquabus rail passed over you, marking the halfway point of your journey.

You offered to give the Kamera to Neuvillette so he could take pictures as well, but he declined, stating that he brought it for your sake and that you should take pictures to your heart’s content.

With Elynas gradually coming closer and closer, the skies seemed to darken as well. Elynas was reputed to be dangerous, so in that sense, you supposed that it was appropriate lighting for the setting. Rain wasn’t in the weather forecast today, but as you were quickly learning, the weather worked on its own terms.

Glistening colors in the water caught your eye. A school of fish was swimming past the boat. You managed to get some good pictures. Here, the water was exceptionally clear, enough that you could see all the way to the white sandy bottom.

In between shots of brightly colored sea plants and what looked like old sunken buildings (you hoped), you looked up at the sky. The clouds were gray and heavy-looking. Would it really rain? Hopefully, you would be in Merusea Village before that happened.

“Worried about the weather?” Neuvillette asked, his eyes fixed on the sea ahead. You remembered a story that Muirne, a Melusine who worked at the Palais Mermonia, told you about Neuvillette staring out at sea and causing a crowd of people to wonder if there was something going on out there. Looking at him now, you could understand how that happened. There was a magnetic intensity in his gaze that drew you to him. You had never seen that expression for yourself, though. Perhaps it was reserved for the sea.

There were many things you didn’t know about him, even though you lived with him for months now. The thought gave you a strange restlessness.

“A little bit. Do you think it will clear up?” Neuvillette always seemed to be more intuned with the weather than regular people.

“Hmm…” Neuvillette closed his eyes for a moment. “Perhaps, or perhaps not. It remains to be seen.”

You frowned. His tone retained his usual smoothness, but there was something else in it that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It was vaguely familiar.

“How annoying,” you remarked. “I’ve always hated it when the sky can’t make up its mind as to whether or not it will rain. It should just stay clear if it can’t decide.”

Neuvillette chuckled. You looked at him questioningly. “…My apologies,” he said. “I wasn’t making fun of you. I simply…found your response to be very much you.”

“Huh?” you tilted your head to the side.  Neuvillette was smiling, and his eyes glittered. He was in an exceedingly good mood for some reason. You didn’t grasp the reason, but as long as he was happy…

You asked to take a few pictures of him, and was somewhat surprised when he agreed easily. You were under the impression that he didn’t like being photographed, considering the scarcity of his photos in the papers and his avoidance of being in public.

“Should I pose or, ah, smile?” he asked, fiddling with his fingers. Maybe he was like you, uncomfortable with being photographed.

“No. All you have to do is to stand and look as you usually do,” you said, even as you find yourself curious about what sorts of poses Neuvillette would make. “Just stand against the railing and look out at sea. That would be perfect.”

As you aimed the lens at Neuvillette and looked at him through the viewfinder, it struck you then that from an outsider’s point of view, you looked like a real couple, on a real date.

Embarrassingly, the thought made your heart flutter.

The boys back in your hometown had never interested you (not that your mother would have approved of you getting with anyone who wasn’t wealthy), and the less said about your experiences after debuting, the better.

So, this was truly your first, real, actual date.

Except it wasn’t, really. It was a sham, all for show. It was like a play, almost, performed for an invisible audience. A farce for no one except the two of you (and the Hydro Archon).

But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re happy right now, a voice whispered in your mind. How long had it been since your heart felt so light?

You weren’t sure if that made you more pathetic or not.

You took a deep breath, clearing your mind of these errant thoughts, and concentrated on taking pictures of Neuvillette. He really is very photogenic, you thought. Though he does a look a bit stiff. You put on what you thought was an encouraging smile to help him relax, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Whoops?

After you were done, Neuvillette said, “I do hope the pictures will turn out well.”

“I’m sure they will,” you said, putting the Kamera back down and flopping back down onto the bench. “There is no finer pairing than a handsome man and beautiful scenery.”

Neuvillette made a choked noise. He blinked rapidly and shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what he just heard. “Pardon me?”

“‘There’s no finer pairing than a handsome man and beautiful scenery’?” you repeated your words, confused. Neuvillette still looked a bit stunned. You began to wonder if you had said something wrong. You meant it as an innocuous comment, but it could be taken the wrong way in the context of your relationship. Perhaps Neuvillette thought you meant something more by it. You should rectify things before a misunderstanding occurred.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, Neuvillette beat you to the punch.

“You…consider me handsome?”

Now it was your turn to stare at him. “Of course I do?”

“I-I see,” Neuvillette said in a low voice. He seemed awfully caught off guard by your words. That was strange. Surely he was used to receiving compliments on his looks? The papers always made sure to describe his looks in loving detail whenever he made a rare public appearance, and it was well known that he had a legion of fangirls, some of whom had even been sent to the Fortress of Meropide for their extreme behavior.

“I mean, I consider you handsome in the same way that most Fontainians do. I don’t mean anything untoward, sir. Did you find what I said offensive?”

“No,” Neuvillette said, then cleared his throat. He was looking at anywhere but you. You could have sworn that the tips of his ears turned red. He almost seemed embarrassed. “No, I was simply…simply surprised, that’s all.”

“Surprised? Why?”

“Because you…ah, never acted in a way that suggested that you did…” Neuvillette struggled to find the words to finish his sentence. Poor man, you were embarrassing him to death. “Admire my looks, so I assumed that you…did not think of me in that way.”

You stared at him with your mouth agape, only to hastily close your mouth when you saw how flustered you were making him. So Neuvillette was aware of the effect that his looks had on people. “Wait, what about that time when I kept staring at you? That counts, right?”

“No, it was different. It felt more as though you were trying to analyze me,” he said. He must be so used to the amorous stares of his admirers that he was able to differentiate between the different types of gazes. His brow wrinkled, as though recalling unpleasant memories. Most likely related to the more extreme side of his fans. Poor man, you thought again.

“I see,” you nodded. “I am sorry if I caused any offence by never saying anything.”

“It isn’t something I care a whit about,” Neuvillette said quickly. If you didn’t know him, you would have thought he was trying to convince himself. “I find the fixation on appearances quite baffling and needless, honestly.”

“Really?” you gave him a once-over. He wasn’t wearing his usual judge’s garb, but he was still dressed much too formally for a casual outing like this. The afternoon sun gilded the edges of his white hair, which looked soft and silky to the touch. His hair care regimen must be intensive.

“Yes, really,” he nodded. “I only put up with such standards because of the demands of my position.”

Easy for someone as stunning as him to say, you thought, but felt no bitterness. Maybe it was because he sounded truly sincere.

Perhaps it was that sincerity that spurred you on to say what you said next.

“Even so, I think there’s nothing wrong with complimenting someone on their looks, especially when they look as radiant as you,” you struggled to find the right words. You were never much of a writer. “Looking at you…reminds me of the mountains near my home. I liked seeing them every day. They never fail to take my breath away.”

A thought popped into your head. Wait, a comparison to the sea would have been more apt here. But truth be told, you didn’t have any strong connection to the sea. Mountains, on the other hand, have been the constant backdrop for your childhood, so that was why they were the first thing that popped into your mind.

Neuvillette, who had been looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face during this whole ordeal, remained as expressionless as ever. His cheek seemed to twitch a little, and his lips were pressed together tightly.

“I’m sure that you received far more flattering remarks,” you said, looking at your feet. You felt your cheeks beginning to burn. “But I do mean what I said.”

A nearby seabird’s cry made you turn. Elynas was right before your eyes. Just a little stretch of water between the boat and the island.

You heard a rustle of clothing near you. Neuvillette had taken his cup out again and was sipping from it. He seemed to gripping the stem rather tightly, though it was hard to tell because of his gloves. When he noticed your gaze, he lowered his cup.

He then took your hand in his and raised it to his mouth. Before your astonished eyes, he pressed lips against the back of your hand. The kiss was feather-light; you barely felt it.

“Perhaps I have received more eloquent compliments,” he said, his voice low. Lower than you had ever heard it. “But for some inexplicable reason, I cannot seem to recall them right now.”

There wasn’t a cloud in sight in the skies above your head.

[myfairkatiecat]

So this concept is slightly harder on Fitz than he deserves, but if you ignore that part, aren’t they such a “you belong with me” couple??

[KEEFE]

You’re transmitting with your boyfriend, he’s upset

You told him you just can’t reveal your real parents yet

Cause he cares way more about it match rules than I do

I’m in my room, it’s a typical Tuesday night

I’m staying up and drawing portraits I know you’ll like

Cause he doesn’t understand you like I do

But he’s top student, I skip session

He’s the golden child, I’ve got detention

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you’re looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I’m the one

Who understands you

Been here all along

So why can’t you see?

You belong with me

You belong with me

I make you laugh and you roll your eyes at me

I can’t help thinking this is how it ought to be

I feel your mood lightening, thinking to myself

Hey isn’t this easy?

And you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town

I haven’t seen it since this battle brought you down

You say you’re fine, I know you better than that

And you should know not to lie to an Empath

He may look perfect, but my hair’s greater

Still, he’s your cognate, and I was the traitor

Still hoping one day you’ll wake up and find

That what you’re looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I’m the one

Who understands you

Been here all along

So why can’t you see?

You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door

All this time, how could you know baby?

You belong with me

You belong with me

And I remember our window sleepovers

In the middle of the night

I’m the one who makes you laugh

When you know you’re bout to cry

I know all your favorite songs

And you tell me bout your dreams

Think I know where you belong

Think I know it’s with me

Can’t you see that I’m the one

Who understands you?

Been here all along

So why can’t you see?

You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door

All this time how could you not know baby?

You belong with me

You belong with me

You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe?

You belong with me?

You belong with me