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schoenpepper · 1 month ago

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Twisted Wonderland What Ifs

Intro: Ramshackle is in the hands of the fish mafia, Savanaclaw smells like wet fur and sweaty muscles—Heartslabyul’s your only option for the night. (And for the record, Ace is not sleeping with the cat.)

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, fish mafia, reader is yuu duh, early book 3, reader is a bit oblivious lol because why not

A/N: This was not worth a week's wait I'm sorry. If it helps, I'm thinking of a little something to actually write again. Uh, see you (hopefully not next week again).

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The stare-off with Grim doesn’t do anything to help your current situation. Regardless of your red hot seething anger, the anemone is still on his furry head and you’re still homeless. Not that your home actually was here. Rephrase it then; you are now roof-less, shelter-less, and absolutely fucking clue-less.

“It wouldn't sit right with me if you slept outside and caught a cold or somethin'...” Ace says, and you swear you could almost catch a glimpse of the guilt on his face if he hadn’t turned away from you so quickly.

“What is it with you and posturin'?” Grim complains.

(You’d have to agree, Ace is a very duplicitous person.)

Deuce, being the sweetheart he is, pipes up, “We've talked with Housewarden Rosehearts. We can offer you a place safe from the elements if you don't mind sleeping in our four-man freshman dorm room.”

“You guys are gonna cram another two bodies into a crowded four-man room? What, does Heartslabyul not have any empty rooms?”

“Since nobody in our dorm ever drops out or gets held back, it's always at full capacity.”

It doesn’t sound awful. To be fair, you’ve seen the beds at Heartslabyul, and each one could likely fit two people each, with Grim barely counting as one body on his own. “I don’t mind. Thanks, guys,” you sigh and get back to packing your measly possessions into a large bag you’d borrowed from Jack, “who can I sleep with?”

“Really?” the wolf beastman raises an eyebrow, “I don’t think the guys back at Savanaclaw would mind if you stayed there. We have plenty of room, and they won’t say anything against it after the whole…spelldrive thing.”

You give him an awkward smile and a shrug. “It’s okay, Jack. I don’t think I’m very welcome there, so I’ll just bunk with Deuce for the night.”

“No problem, Y/N.”

“What?! I don’t want to be stuck with the cat!”

“I’m not a cat!”

You let out another sigh, “I meant bunking with Ace.”

The redhead doesn’t seem to have a problem with that statement.

(Though your heart might. Why is it beating so fast all of a sudden?)

The wind is cool on your trek to Heartslabyul; it’s a sobering feeling when your legs feel like jelly and your brain is nothing but pure mush. You feel drunk without a single sip of alcohol. You’re high with no drugs and really, there’s only one explanation for it—

Haha. No.

Your hands curl tighter around the strap of your bag.

This is necessary. That’s it. Your sleepover has no other meaning.

Trey welcomes you when you spot him in the kitchen on your way up the winding staircase to the boys’ dorm room, Grim already snoring with his head poking out of the duffle bag. You try your best to keep your steps quiet (and maybe that annoying pounding sound in your chest too), and as you reach the duo’s dorm room, you finally meet their roommates. One is some guy in your potionology class that you’ve talked to maybe twice, and the other is someone you could’ve sworn you’ve never even seen before in your life. “You’re here. I brought an extra blanket for Grim,” Deuce enters the room with a small, fluffy, rabbit-themed blanket.

“Oh,” you blink, “I knew I forgot something.”

“I don’t have any extra blankets. Guess you’re sleeping on the floor,” Ace laughs as he rolls around in his bed, wiggling his brows at you. Deuce throws a pillow at his face.

“Don’t worry prefect, I can lend you my—”

“Since I don’t have any extra blankets, I guess you can use mine. Just don’t get too close.”

You feel heat rising to your cheeks. You push it down as you carry Grim onto the little blanket atop Deuce’s bed. “Uh, right. I hope you don’t snore or kick or something,” you tease the redhead with a small smile.

(Ignore that Deuce offered you a blanket. Ignore the butterflies in your stomach.)

When you’re finally laid down next to him, you close your eyes almost immediately in a desperate attempt to fall asleep. Ace is…warm. He’s so annoying. But he radiates warmth in every way, almost from the soul. You pray that he’s dead asleep when you scoot closer to him, when you curl into his hoodie that smells like that one cologne that’s been overly popular in school lately. You hope he’s unconscious when you plop his arm to drape over you in the middle of the night.

Instead, your chin is tilted up to meet rose red eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Were you trying to cuddle?” he whispers, his breath hot on your skin.

You roll your eyes and quip back, “your breath smells like the dead.”

“Just admit you like me already.”

The smug tone in his voice makes you fake a gagging motion as you push him away, stealing the blanket and rolling yourself in it. “Shut up. Only an idiot would like you.”

He complains and tugs the blanket back towards him.

(You can’t fall asleep.)

(But to be honest, neither can he.)

#disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #gender neutral reader #x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #ace x reader

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lexirosewrites · 3 months ago

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hi!! i love all your stories and read them all (my three favs are Bandaids for the Heart, And the Sun Will Rise, and Bleeding Heart ☺️🥰) but i have been rereading so many of my bookmarked stories and i need new steddie omegaverse fic recommendations if it’s not too much to ask?

i’ve been struggling to read lately so this one has been in my inbox for a while. i’m gonna give you my recently read fics as well as my all-time favorites from my bookmarks, with the hope you find something worthwhile! (please check tags on the individual fics)

2024 Reads:

💛 “feel forever its soft fall and swell” by hesjustlikemefr, 34k words

💛 “Princess Jazz and Calamity Meg (Single Dads Go to the Zoo)” series by @fayefayefaye90, 20k words

💛 “Free-Use Health Care” by @midsummer-semantics, 9k

💛 “like rabbits” by crybaby, WIP 23k

💛 “Anemone” by @teddywesworl, 28k

💛 “None But You” by @itcanbepalped, 13k

💛 “Room 414” @oh-stars, 9k

💛 “Bearer is Entitled To...” by @starshideurfics, 9k

💛 “My Loneliness Is Killin' Me (Baby)” by Anonymous, WIP, 18k

All-Time Favs:

💛 “Simple Biology” by @boltedfruit, 28k

💛 "among the leaves sae green" by @starshideurfics, 37k

💛"Nurse Harrington" series by @itcanbepalped, 13k

💛 "Remember Me, Love (when I'm reborn)" by @stevebckley, 34k

💛 "Could you coo, could you care?" By @mixsethaddams, 13k

💛 "Build a Life with You" by @starshideurfics, 86k

💛 "pull my body back and whisper in my ear" by @catknives, 33k

💛 “down to the studs/like a bitch in heat” by @itcanbepalped, 22k

💛 "Yeah, you made me feel" by @whataboutthefish, 85k

💛 "it must be something in the water" by @r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e, 13k

💛 "Suspended Bridges" by @kiaramori, 243k

💛 "Six Kids and a Winnebago" series by @oddree13, WIP 105k

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astrolovecosmos · 10 months ago

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The Planets & Random or Obscure Associations

~Sun~

Creativity, vitality, head of state, the father, games, yellow and orange clothing, articles of value, jewelry, gold, brass, power, diamonds, citrine, topaz, jasper, amber, rhodochrosite, mistletoe, almonds, citrus, succulents, sunflowers, fevers, heart, back, spine, grapes, walnuts, rice, chamomile, frankincense, juniper, saffron, marigold, rosemary, rue, palaces, towers, luxury.

~Moon~

Eternal, cycles, silver, aluminum, pearls, moonstone, opal, selenite, chest, glands, lymphatic system, nervous system, emotions, mother, ancestors, nurture, rebirth, tides, baths, ocean, brew, boat, sap, willow trees, succulents, pale color plants, white flowers, cucumber, cabbage, lettuce, melons, shellfish, pumpkins, lakes, fountains, ports, fishponds, pools, springs, sewers, dairies, toys, reflection, blankets, objects of comfort.

~Mercury~

Communication, journal, pen/pencil, any writing tools, wings, phosphorous, mercury, agate, tiger's eye, brain, nervous system, eyes, respiration, thyroid, speech, hearing, intellect, vehicles, money, bills, paper, books, pictures, parties or social gatherings, scientific instruments, butterflies, messages, mail, hazel, mulberry, myrtle, seeds, aniseed, dill, fennel, lavender, liquorice, marjoram, parsley, valerian, hazelnuts, beans, mushrooms, pomegranates, carrots, celery, libraries, schools, markets, fairs, public spaces, tennis or badminton court, studies, banks, bowling greens, offices, blue, white, or light colored flowers.

~Venus~

Love, relating, lust, high-quality fabrics, copper, bronze, sodium, malachite, tourmaline, emerald, rose quartz, kunzite, sapphire, pastels, throat, kidneys, lumber region, art, music, aesthetics, social life, fashion, jewelry, wine, pleasure, alder tree, fruit trees, paint, ash tree, birch, pomegranates, early flowering, daisy, mint, marshmallow, meadowsweet, mugwort, plantain, tansy, roses, thyme, vervain, yarrow, potatoes, strawberries, wheat, sugar, nectarines, ballrooms, bedrooms, dining room, gardens, fountains, wardrobes, theaters, looking and feeling good.

~Mars~

Lust, conquest, desire, flaming sword, red things, fights, iron, brass, bloodstone, carnelian, cinnabar, pyrite, magnetite, ruby, garnet, hematite, muscles, reproductive organs, blood, kidneys, immunity, heat, action, arms, pepper, sharp instruments, cutlery, attacks, scissors, weapons, physical intimacy, bites, stings, scalds, burns, accidents, hawthorn, pine, thorns, cactus, aloes, anemone, arnica, belladonna, garlic, ginger, hops, mustard seed, nettles, wormwood, chives, onions, leeks, radish, rhubarb, tobacco, labs, furnaces, distilleries, bakehouses, ovens, smiths, butchers, fields, anger, passion, self-focus.

~Jupiter~

Expansion, optimism, religion, religious sites, tin, seduction, turquoise, chrysocolla, topaz, citrine, jasper, liver, pancreas, pituitary gland, sciatic nerve, excess, abundance, prophecy, philosophy, knowledge, universities, foreign travel, luggage, honey, oil, silk, fruit, distinct clothing, merchandise, horses, domestic birds, gambling, indulgence, entertainment, oak, dandelion, sage, endive, chervil, asparagus, figs, churches, temples, palaces, altars, courts, mansions, woods, orchards, winery, cornucopia, connecting with the soul.

~Saturn~

Limits, boundaries, father time, lord of death, shadows, lead, iron, steel, calcium, asbestos, sulphur, diamond, onyx, calcite, skeleton, spleen, skin, teeth, nails, joints, structure, crystallization, old age, blockage, anything dark, wool, heavy materials, agriculture, wheelbarrows, spades, farm houses and buildings, cold, laws, aspen, blackthorn, buckthorn, cypress, elm, toxic plants, hemlock, henbane, belladonna, hellebore, barley, beetroot, safflower, parsnips, spinach, deserts, woods, valleys, caves, church yards, ruins, coalpits, sinks, wells, mud, institutions.

~Uranus~

Eccentrics, mavericks, invention, genius, revolution, change, trends, disruptive science or tech, uranium, magnesium, lapis lazuli, sapphire, aquamarine, azurite, chalcedony, electricity, neon lights, plaid, nervous and circulatory system, pineal gland, chaos, violence, upheaval, astrology, steam engines, coal, machinery, coins, baths, fishponds, dangerous places, computers, magnets, quantum physics, research, welfare, humanity, hypnotherapy, railways, banks, gas, psychiatric hospitals, offices, hospitals, dispensaries, fortified places, chemicals, mingled/mingling, spirit and matter.

~Neptune~

Illusions, veils, diffuse, deception, water, oceans, mysticism, enlightenment, artistic pursuit and understanding, zinc, potassium, amethyst, fluorite, jade, sugilite, coral, aquamarine, pineal gland, lymphatic and nervous system, spine, mental processes, addiction, psychoses, disease, photography, music, substances, gas, religion, poetry, mimicry, chameleon, anesthetic, telepathy, empathy, dancing, psychic gifts, places near water, hospitals, places of healing, jeweler, painters, brewers, musicians, visionary.

~Pluto~

Power, influence, darkness, new life, what's hidden underneath, seeds, volcanoes, deep earth or ocean, bury, explosions, eruptions, abduction, plutonium, smoky quartz, obsidian, jet, pearl, deep reds, reproductive organs, the unconscious, nuclear, transformation, death, birth, rebirth, underworld, riches, earthquakes, big business, murder, detection, detective, invisibility, sneak, enforced change, hidden places, underground, drains, sewers, radioactive places, the occult, black magic, sacrifice, renew.

#zodiac #astrology #planets #sun #moon #mars #venus #mercury #jupiter #saturn #uranus #neptune #pluto

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lumiconic · 1 year ago

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" even the sun is soft on the eyes "

✧ swimming with them at different times of day

✧ lyney, lynette, arlecchino ; fluff; it was supposed to have childe and freminent but i ran out of steam T.T

lyney has a pyro vision, you know that; so his affinity for water must be nothing more than yet another magic trick. it doesn’t help that the golden sun, hanging high in the sky, practically blinds you with its light. when he flicks his hand and a spray from the river goes flying into your eyes, you consider dunking him if he likes it so much.

“stop splashing me,” you protest, swatting him on the arm. “aren’t you supposed to be looking for rainbow lilies, or whatever?”

“rainbow roses,” he corrects, wading through the river. his boots are on the bank and his pants are rolled up to his knees, but the vaguely expensive-looking fabric is already drenched, the stain spreading. he barely seems to notice, turning to you as he steps backward. “and if you aren’t gonna get in the water, then i’ll bring the water to – ”

and then he’s gone with a massive splash, and you start laughing as you watch the flailing mass that’s his not-quite-able-to-swim self sink to the bottom of the river. and then you stop laughing and remember that oh yeah, he’s not quite able to swim. and then you start panicking and dive after him.

the water is freezing. it’s the hottest day you’ve had in ages but the deeper you swim, the colder it gets, goosebumps pricking up your arms that you’re barely able to see. you blink the blurriness from your eyes, chasing after lyney, who’s kicking furiously but still sinking with the weight of the heavy cape-thing trailing from his waistcoat.

he doesn’t look nervous or even slightly concerned yet. in truth, he could probably snap his fingers and magic himself back onto the riverbank. it’s ridiculous, but you can’t just swim away. at the very least, lynette would kill you.

he opens his mouth and a bunch of bubbles stream up towards the surface. his teeth gleam in the pale blue light. he seems to be able to see the scowl on your face, eyes crinkling; a school of gleaming silver fish whirls between you, and when it disappears, he’s on the bottom of the river, scraping into a gently waving anemone.

you want to shout what are you doing? but your voice won’t make any noise, much less travel to where he is, while in the water. you punch the water wildly, connecting with a fish exactly as lyney looks up. it squeals, darts away, and he looks at you like you’re a monster. you throw your hands up, floating in place for a moment, before paddling towards him again.

he’s still pawing through the fronds of a glowing mushroom-looking thing. you can see the shining blue powder collecting under his fingernails from where you are. he looks like he’s walking along the bottom, one hand clapped over his mouth and the other clenched on a rock to keep him anchored. you scoff, bubbles escaping your lips, and kick towards the bottom.

“hey!” you hear him exclaim, though it’s more like a garbled shout than an actual word as you link one arm through his, tugging him away from the plants. this deep, it’s like you’ve plunged into a bathtub full of ice cubes. you have no idea how he’s dealing with the cold. “i’m – ”

the rest of it is lost in bubbles as you brace your legs against the sandy floor, pushing downwards as hard as you can, and you go rocketing towards the sky. he makes some protesting noise, trying to wrestle out of your grip, but you hold on tightly. he would sink like a rock, and then you would have to fight him to come up again. you want to roll your eyes, but… you can’t force yourself to be annoyed. not really.

you realize his vision is emanating heat. the longer he clings to your arm, the more warmth spreads through you. the river feels less like an ice cube, more like a hot spring. under his puffy sleeves, you can just barely feel his skin, as hot as a fire. if you held on for too long, you might get burned.

but right now, it’s okay. right here, when it’s just you and him.

“i was doing fine,” is the first thing lyney says when his head breaks the surface. you let him go and swim a few feet away. he shakes droplets out of his hair, spraying in a circle; you can’t complain this time since you’re soaking wet too. it’s all you can do not to push him back under. “and i got a bunch of them!”

“your sister would steal a gardemek and run me over if i just let you sink down there.” you glare at him, crossing your arms as you find a place to stand, feet barely scraping the underwater grass. “i’ve seriously had enough of you – how can you possibly live in fontaine and not know how to swim? and a bunch of what?”

he digs in his coat, opening his mouth then closing it, a look of panic passing over his face. “w-wait – there’s no way i dropped it as i was coming up, right? after all that work?” he pats down his pockets, eyes going wide as plates. “i think i really did… oh, how could this happen! and i was so proud of myself, too.”

despite yourself, your face softens. even if you’re annoyed, you have to feel bad at his rapidly mounting dismay. “what did you lose? i can go get it for you, if it’s that important.”

his gaze whisks to you and you see the corner of his mouth turn up. he reaches towards you, scanning the water and the air around your face as you tilt your head up. “just – wait, i think i see it… aha!” he flicks the wet hair away from your temple and pulls a rainbow rose, shimmering and delicate, from behind your ear. “there it is.”

“you – ” you’re speechless, heat creeping up your neck. “where the hell… ”

“a magician never reveals his secrets, etcetera etcetera.” lyney winks at you, peeling back his sleeve, and a whole pile of flowers falls into the water, bobbing there. the colors are iridescent, gleaming and fantastical. they looks like magic. though, maybe it’s not fair to compare them to magic, not when he’s right there.

you search for words for a long moment. it’s harder than you would think, with his eyes on you. he shifts his weight forward, displacing the roses in the water. “... you know, you’re supposed to do that trick with a coin.”

lyney clicks his tongue. “i thought you’d have figured out by now that i don’t do things the conventional way, my lovely.” the name makes your heart beat a bit faster. you swallow. he offers you the first rose and lifts his eyebrows. “go on, you can have it. put it in a vase and think of me whenever you see it.”

“as if i need a reminder to think of you,” you mumble, taking it and rolling it between your hands. he seems not to hear you, humming as he turns, dragging the tips of his fingers through the surface. the petals are soft, yellow stamen dripping with a thick, sweet scented nectar. “but this is nice too, i guess.”

you sit on the beach, gazing at lynette through your sunglasses as she skips through the grass a little while away. her boots don’t sink into the ground, moving like she’s lighter than air, despite the sun-softened, slightly damp earth; the tides washing up gently on the sand don’t seem to have any effect on it, either. or maybe she’s not really touching the ground at all.

she bends, scoops a glittering silver shell out of the water and pockets it. the water drips through the gauzy fabric of her leotard, and she twirls in place, skirt spinning out. water droplets spray in a circle, carrying through the air in a sudden breeze. she looks towards the horizon, seeming to watch the grass and trees sway in the wind.

“hey,” you call out. “come here a second.” her ears twitch in your direction and she approaches you, tilting her head down. her hair blows gently back and forth, carrying the sweet scent of peaches and mint towards you, like a fragrant tea. you wouldn’t be surprised if that really was a flavor of tea she had been drinking earlier; you need to tell her sometimes to quit overdoing the caffeine. too often you’ve found her after midnight, reading with bags under her eyes and a teapot emptied ten times over.

she sits down and you slide your sunglasses onto her head, pushing them down over her eyes. her tail twitches. “what are you doing?”

“you shouldn’t look directly at the sun,” you admonish. “i know a boy who went out every day without glasses or anything and one day he went blind just like that.” you snap your fingers on the last word. her expression doesn’t change and she doesn’t make any noise, but you feel like you can feel an aura of disapproval radiating from her. you wilt, pouting at her. “huh, no reaction?”

“you’re obviously lying,” she says plainly. “i can tell from spending so much time around lyney.”

“oh, of course,” you say, a smile tugging at your lips. you get to your feet. “come on, we’re here, so why don’t we go in the water? you know a lot of tricks, so you should show me!”

you can’t quite see lynette’s eyes through the dark sunglasses, but she shifts her weight to one side, leaning on her hip and unbuckling her boots hesitantly. “... they’re nothing special, but if you really want to see, then i guess – ”

“great!” you cheer, pumping your fist and tugging her over the ground to the shallows by the arm. you can’t help but shiver at the sudden chill, but she barely looks bothered, moving like the water doesn’t even exist. her steps are light, sending pale gold sand billowing through the waves, and she whisks away from you in an instant as though she’s dancing.

she reorients herself, facing a marble pillar edged in gold that sticks out of the water. in a matter of moments she’s submerged up to her chest, and your view of her lower body is distorted as she heads towards the pillar. you clap your hands delightedly, scanning the beach and then racing towards a nearby boat a couple feet from the shore. you scramble onto it, heaving your frame up and over the side to sit with your legs dangling into the lake.

“go, lynette!” you shout, cupping your hand by your lips to project your voice towards her. she leans her head to the side and looks at you, bright purple eyes glinting as brightly as the inside of an iridescent clamshell. the side of her mouth ticks up in a half-smile. she has your sunglasses clasped in one gloved hand and tucks them into another unseen pocket as she propels herself to the pillar.

the marble is wet and slippery and from where you’re sitting, you can’t see any cracks or bumps in the smoothly polished stone that could possibly allow her to have such a steady grip, but she climbs easily, scrambling up the side to prop her legs on the top. lynette stares out over the lake, over the city; she feels miles away, coils of hair fluttering around her face. she looks picturesque. she looks like a painting.

in a heartbeat, she’s on her feet and raising her arms over her head. you’ve seen synchronized swimmers before, with their elegant movements and expensive costumes, and her silhouette against the sun isn’t so far from theirs; with her frilled leotard, gaze sharp as needles and hands reaching towards the sky, she could be one. just another one of her many talents.

she leaps from the pillar, fingers stretched out before her, and you want to applaud. applaud before she’s even done anything. then again, being with her always feels like a performance. like a dance. here you are, barely a few meters away, and – her eyes are closed. she doesn’t see you as she plummets from the sky to the sea. it feels like there’s something between you, like if you held out your hand you would meet something solid. a wall. or a curtain.

there’s barely a splash as she plunges through the surface, tumbling into the water. she disappears in a mass of glittering white bubbles. you lose sight of her, and then she reappears, and you want to jump too, duck underwater to see her fully. to take in every bit of her.

her tail flicks behind her, hands pushing through the depths as she goes deeper, less like she’s sinking and more like she’s falling through a clear blue sky. her hair flutters like a bird soaring in the air. she looks so gorgeous, so graceful. someday she will flap her wings and fly away from you. you know that as well as you know anything. when the inevitable deadly winter comes – she will be gone.

but not yet. you can still keep your eyes on her, floating in the water. you can cup this moment and keep it close to your heart until it’s all you have left.

lynette surfaces, pushing wet hair out of her eyes, the platinum color darkened to silver. she looks exhilarated, cheeks filled with color, breaths coming fast for a moment before they slow down, returning to her usual impassivity. she looks at you, barely kicking to stay afloat. “... what’s with that look?” she asks, one eyebrow arching.

you blink, lean forward to see your reflection. it’s slightly distorted by the soft ripples, but you’re smiling, eyes sparkling. eyes wet.

“did something happen?” she asks. her tone is slightly laced with concern. it makes your throat tighten. “you look… emotional.”

you lift your head, brushing one hand over your face, avoiding her gaze. “just looking at something pretty,” you say, eyes on the horizon. “that’s all.”

arlecchino’s face is cold and stony as always, like her features have been carved out of porcelain, but you think maybe you can trick yourself into seeing a hint of affection in her dark eyes. at the very least, she hasn’t drowned you yet, though her hands have twitched a few times towards your throat when you splashed her “by accident”.

“it’s so cold,” you complain, dragging your feet through waving strands of seaweed. “it feels like winter.”

“i don’t feel anything,” arlecchino says, hands laced behind her back. her voice is even, unbothered by the temperature. her suit’s train trails through the surface of the water, silken cloth fading in and out of ice-white, bloodred and gleaming silver. she’s tired today, unable to muster any more words than what’s strictly necessary.

you tilt your head, smiling wryly as you step towards her. “probably because you’re the reason it’s cold.” it’s true, though she only blinks slowly at the remark; the water cools several degrees around her waist. you’ve made remarks before that she resembles a statue when she stands still, and now is no different – rising out of the lake with the sun setting behind her, hair gleaming like snow.

“why are we here again?” she questions. her heels are caught in the murky sand. “we both know that i’m not a swimmer.”

“just wait for a bit, until night.” your arms are wrapped around yourself, but you still manage an excited smile, an i-know-something-you-don’t smile. you’re the only person who ever looks at her like that; she’d bite the head off anyone else who dared, but… she just inclines her head. “fine. after that, i’m going home.”

“okay, okay.”

the time passes leisurely. you float on your back, showing arlecchino rocks and shells that you’ve plucked from the sand. she doesn’t respond beyond a nod to most of them, but your pockets grow heavy with the ones that receive an appreciative blink. you snatch up a hermit crab and place it in her hand; when it pinches her palm, she threatens to crush and eat it, prompting a cry of outrage from you.

the sun slowly drifts below the horizon; golden bleeding to red, then to dark orange, then a sedated gradient of blue. wind whistles through the trees surrounding the lake, and the cries of birds grow quieter and quieter. this secluded pocket of fontaine – far away from the city, the aquabus and anyone who could interrupt you – is somewhere arlecchino has never been. somewhere you’ve been begging to show her for a while now. so far she’s seen nothing remarkable about it, and if it was anyone else, she’d go home, but…

but.

the sun is completely gone by now, and the sky is velvet black and speckled with stars. you’re shivering, the shoulders of your gauzy shirt soaked through as you bemoan your decision to wear such thin layers. her face is cold, her eyelids are drifting shut; exhausted from days and days of nonstop work. a thousand duties for the tenth harbinger.

and yet you want so badly to show her, whatever it is that you’ve been waiting all day for. so she can stay at least a moment longer.

the sky dims a bit more, and you push yourself up and onto the riverbank. arlecchino follows a moment after, and as the water laps at her boots, it feels like a shadow passing over her. she tilts her head up and sees that a cloud has drifted past the moon, dimming its silver glow; the air is cold and crisp like a peppermint. you’re sitting with your knees pulled up to your chest.

she sits beside you feeling like a child awaiting instruction, legs stretched out in front of her, and looks up at the sky. there’s a few heartbeats where the sound of your breathing fills her ears, shivering and frosty puffs escaping your lips, and then you make a delighted noise. “look, look,” you say, pointing at the water. “it’s glowing.”

arlecchino glances at you, blinking slowly as if you’re playing a trick on her. but your eyes are riveted to the scene below. she tilts her head, looking down at it, and sees the bright blue sparkles, glimmering in the water like a thousand stars, fallen down from the night sky to rest in the sea. her breath catches in her throat. the river glitters as though it’s filled with gems.

“isn’t it amazing?” your fingers twitch, like you’re going to try and reach out, touch it. she inches her hand forward inconspicuously, ready to catch you if you lean just a bit too far. you’re not looking at her, transfixed. “it’s beautiful. it looks like a dream.”

she peers at it. the azure gleam reflects in her black eyes, the red x-shape of her pupils standing out like fire in a field of flowers. she reaches out, stretches as far as she can, brushes her long, sharp nails through the surface of the water; blue light blooms wherever she touches it. her lips curve up slightly, then press into a flat line again.

“it’s… ” she stops and blinks fast. “it’s just algae. it’s science. plants. it’s not… a miracle, or anything. there’s no need to fawn over it like that.”

you pull your knees up to your chest, touch the top of her hand. her skin is cold, dry and without pores, no marks in her skin anywhere. smooth and empty. you trace the silver lines threading over her fingertips like veins. “even if it’s not magic, it can still be a miracle. you know that, right?”

she lets you run your hand over her fingers for a moment longer, then pulls it away. “... maybe. but it’s nothing exceptional. it’s a plankton. we could come back here tomorrow night and see it again. it’ll never go anywhere.”

“that doesn’t change anything,” you say. arlecchino can feel your gaze on her. she looks down into the water, sees the fish swimming through the luminescence, tries to ignore your eyes burning like flames into the side of her head. it’s too pleasant of a feeling to her, who doesn’t understand pain. “just because it’s always there doesn’t mean it’s any less beautiful. maybe that makes it more special.”

“absence makes the heart grow fonder,” she hums. “you’d probably appreciate it even more if it disappeared for a while.”

“i don’t think so.” you lean into her, slowly, tentatively. she doesn’t push you away, tucking her hands into her pockets. you shift your attention back down to the sea, as if you’re speaking to it when you say, the radiance of the water illuminated in your irises, “i’d rather have you here with me.”

#bonus points if you can guess where the title is from!!#<3.writing #lyney x reader #lyney imagines #lynette x reader #lynette imagines #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino imagines

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suguwu · 1 year ago

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Merman!jing yuan

minors and ageless blogs dni!

ohhhh my god anon. your MIND.

his tail a glistening white, shot through with soft gold, a firefly's blink caught in scales. the heavy seawater dulls it to a cream, flickering beneath the waves with powerful movements, a burned-out shooting star.

calls out to you with his deep, rich voice, tempts you into stepping into the tidepools as the tide ebbs, the crabs scuttling out of your way. you dance between the pools, skipping over sharp shells and crusted barnacles to sit on the seaweed-covered rocks, your feet dangling into the seawater. you draw them up when he draws near, wary despite the way his eyes crinkle with his laughter.

it becomes a habit, visiting him. he's playful, splashing water at you when he feels you're not paying attention to him, earning himself a yelp of his name that clearly satisfies something in him. he peers at you from just above the water, golden eyes shimmering like the sun on the water, the mischievous curl of his lips barely hidden by the lapping waves.

"you're like a little anemone," he tells you one day as you draw your legs up as he drifts near, laughter flavoring his rich voice.

"what do you mean?"

"you flinch shut at the first sign of danger."

"you admit you're dangerous, then," you say, clasping your knees to your chest tightly.

"now now," he purrs. "no more than any human is."

"i'm not dangerous."

"oh, but you are, little anemone," he says. "the things you make me want to do."

your cheeks heat. "like what?" you venture.

"would you like to find out?"

you hesitate. he waits patiently, eyes gleaming, his powerful tail cutting through the water as he lounges against one of the rocks that barely juts out of the calm of the sea.

you unclasp your hands. lower your feet until they're skimming the deep blue of the water, the seafoam catching over your feet.

his smile bares his teeth, sharp and wanting.

he pushes off the rock lazily, the muscles roping along his strong arms flexing with the movement. his skin is salt-kissed, a fine layer of it glittering in the sun.

you chew your lip as he draws near with a swish of his tail. it's deceptively deep here; his tail is barely visible once he's close enough to touch.

you flinch as he touches your foot, dragging his fingers over the arch of it. he laughs lowly.

"little anemone indeed," he says. you scowl at him and he smiles, his eyes crinkling.

he tugs your foot to his lips, pressing a kiss to the top of it. your breath catches. he kisses you again, higher this time, and then again, until you feel a graze of teeth against your ankle bone, perilously sharp. he nips at the thin skin there; runs his tongue over the blood that beads up.

he gazes up at you, his golden eyes gleaming, the color of the sunrise.

"more," you tell him.

"demanding," he says, but he presses another kiss to your calf, pushing closer, looking pleased. the next kiss is higher still.

"come into the water," he breathes.

you hesitate for only a moment, and then you get to your feet, stripping off your clothing until you're down to your swimsuit.

hidden beneath the water, jing yuan smiles.

#🪴.ask #anon #i got carried away #it's just too good #jing yuan x reader

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iamnotoriginalphil · 2 years ago

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All Hers (Leonora Lesso x Reader)

Synopsis: You garner some unwanted attention

Words: 2k

Warnings: possessiveness

You hated the staff mixers Dovey had insisted on since the schools had united. You had nothing to say to the members of staff in your own school, let alone the do gooders from the other side. There was only so much insipidly vapid talk you could take before you wanted to scream. Or explode. Or cause someone else to explode. That might be a good diversion.

Your eyes swept over the room as you brought your goblet of wine to your lips. Only another half hour and then you could make your excuses and leave. You could manage half an hour lurking in your shadowy corner out of the way. It didn’t have to be torture.

Across the room Lesso was doing the same. Dovey, at her elbow, was chattering away with Anemone while her firm hand on Lesso’s shoulder kept her in place. Clearly you weren’t the only one looking to escape.

It made you smile, until her eyes snapped to you. You felt your cheeks heat under gaze. Despite working in the same school together for years, you’d never grown used to the presence of the Dean. Breathtakingly beautiful and endlessly evil, you’d been enamoured with her since your first meeting. You’d tried your best to keep that secret but sometimes you thought she might know. The curve of a smile, the looks, sometimes the brush of fingers across the back of your hand. If she was toying with you, she was doing it well.

Her gaze swept over your form and you had to fight back against the urge to cover your body. It’s not as if you didn’t wear something similar every day. Showing so much skin was hardly unusual on your side of the bridge but there was something about her that made it feel like it was indecent. Perhaps it was the way her eyes seemed to linger.

She raised her glass of amber liquid to you before turning her attention back to whatever it was Dovey was saying. Her lips curled up and her nose wrinkled. You hid your smile in your goblet, not wanting anyone to see.

“I’m glad to see there’s some amusement here.”

You startled, turning towards the voice that had interrupted your thoughts. Standing just a half step too close, one of the princes from the other school was smiling down on you, bright white teeth catching the light from the chandelier. Dark hair curled just in front of piercing blue eyes and you had to fight against the impulse to step back. Not that you had anywhere to step to. There was nothing but a wall behind your back.

“Dovey seems to be enjoying yourself,” you said, nodding towards the clustered group but not quite able to bring yourself to look back over. The last thing you wanted was to find yourself staring at Lesso while under observation.

“I think that’s just Clarissa’s nature,” he replied, “do you need a refill?”

He gestured to take your goblet but you clutched it closer to your chest. You noticed the way his eyes dipped, getting stuck for a moment before offering you another smile. Your eyes darted away from him, wondering if you could slip past him. Manley wasn’t too far away. Surely you could converse with him for a few minutes until this prince left you alone.

“You’re always alone at these things,” he said, capturing your attention again, “I’ve always wondered why.”

“Not really my thing,” you replied, hoping he’d get the message.

“No, nor mine,” he said, that bright smile still in place, “perhaps we could be alone together from now on?”

You had to stop yourself from physically reacting to the suggestion. This prince was not picking up on the cues you were leaving him, and you knew you’d be in serious trouble if you hexed him. You looked away again.

Manley was drifting away from you, your last chance of rescue leaving. You swallowed past the rising annoyance, just wanting to be left alone.

“If we’re together then we can’t be alone,” you eventually said in response.

“I suppose you’re right,” he chuckled, “so perhaps we can just be together then.”

“If you’ve been watching me then you know that isn’t my preference,” you replied.

“I was hoping you’d make an exception for me.”

You were growing tired of him flashing that handsome smile at you. It was making your insides squirm and not in the nice way, but in the way that led to you punching him in the face. A black eye would really bring out those baby blues.

“Hello, pet.”

A warm arm wrapped around your waist, a soft body pressing to your side. You looked up into startling eyes, lips falling open. Fingers pinched your hip, making you jump. The curve of her lips was addicting, even if it was at your expense.

“Lady Lesso, I-“ you began.

“No need to be so formal, pet. After all, we’re amongst friends.” Her nose wrinkled on the final word and you had to bite back a laugh.

She drew you more firmly against her side, cane tipping your chin up as she stared down at you. Her eyes flickered down to your lips then back up, something predatory entering her gaze.

“Who’s this?” she asked, turning to look at the prince.

He offered a short bow but something in his face had changed. Where he’d been trying for charming and affable with you, now he looked a touch ill. The smile was gone, as was the twinkle in his eye. His eyes kept darting down to the hand on your hip and back up, almost embarrassed at the sight.

“No one important,” you replied, enjoying the way he flinched.

“Then why is it talking to you?” she asked, her gaze darkening.

“No clue,” you replied, “he never said.”

He began to stutter out a response before she held up her hand, silencing him. She turned to look down at you, eyes sweeping over you again before she lent forward. A kiss bestowed on you shouldn’t have had your knees trembling like you were an Ever student, but you couldn’t help the reaction you had to her. It was surprisingly soft, but intense, as if she was holding herself back from devouring you then and there. You sighed into her mouth, wishing she would devour you.

“Come, pet,” she said when she drew back, eyes dark but voice darker, “it’s time for us to leave.”

“Of course.”

You didn’t offer a backwards glance at the stunned prince as she guided you out of the room with her hand still firmly on your hip. There was no question in you about where you were going, knowing you were wound so tightly around her little finger you’d go anywhere she wanted. Even if that was straight into hell.

Her office was not where you were expecting her to take you. She threw you through the door, slamming it behind her. Your eyes followed her movement as she rounded the desk, taking a seat behind it. Legs spread, one hand resting on the head of her cane, the other holding her chin as her eyes swept over your body, you shivered. You bit down on your lower lip, watching her eyes darken, feeling a thrill under her gaze.

“Come here, pet,” she said.

“What?”

“Come. Here.”

You weren’t about to argue, not when there was a dangerous note in her voice. On light feet you made your way over to her. Her hand snapped out, pulling you onto her lap with a strong tug. You squeaked, landing on her parted thighs, hands on her shoulders. She lent forward, resting the cane against her desk, body brushing against yours again, still making you breathless. Her arm rested around your waist, her other hand landing on your thigh. Her touch was addictive. You hadn’t really known that until now.

“That prince,” she sneered, “he was interested in you.”

“I don’t know why,” you said, shaking your head.

“Clearly because he saw exactly how tempting you are,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You think I’m tempting?”

Her nose ran along your jawline and you stilled. This felt like a dream. It wouldn’t be the first you’d had like this. Her other hand began to shift up your leg.

“Entirely too tempting for your own good,” she murmured.

Her lips pressed to the soft spot behind your jaw, making your breath catch. Your fingers tightened on her shoulders and a small noise passed through parted lips. Her low chuckle filled the room and she drew back.

“Although now everyone will know you’re mine,” she hummed, “only I’m allowed to play with you. Isn’t that right, pet?”

“Yes,” you answered, too fast. Her eyes brightened and her lips curled up in a smile.

“And you’ve been so good waiting for me, haven’t you?” she asked, “all these years of watching but never touching. Yes, you’ve been very good for me.”

You tried to swallow, finding your mouth dry. It was like she knew, the way she looked at you. You couldn’t say anything as her lips found that same spot behind your jaw, tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You made a small keening noise, wanting more. You were sure you’d never have enough of her, even if she kept teasing you for eternity.

“Although, knowing how stupid those princes are, perhaps I need to make it clearer,” she murmured into your skin.

Lips pressing to your pulse point, you couldn’t help the way you gasped as she began to suck. Without your permission you fingers buried themselves in her wild mane of hair, holding her close, never wanting her to stop. Your head tipped back, wanting to give her as much access as possible, wanting her to show the world you belonged to her. She was all there was for you. She was all there ever would be.

“Well, don’t you look wonderful with my bruises on your skin,” she said when she finally drew back.

You felt breathless with want. No one had ever made your head spin like that, had ever made you question your sanity the way she was. The way she looked at you was intoxicating, like she’d never seen something she desired more. Your fingers still in her hair, you tugged her forward until your lips met.

Her kiss was less soft this time, more intense, and devouring seemed to be on the table. You whined into her mouth, kissing her with all the intensity you’d ever felt, every fantasy fuelling the way you pressed against her. She was making you dizzy, and she was making you tremble, and she was making you incredibly hot all you could think about was the need thrumming through your veins. A need only she could sate.

She kissed you like she’d been holding herself back for the last few years and finally she’d been given permission to have you. Not that she struck as someone who waited for permission. She usually took what she wanted.

You wanted her to take you.

“Anyone who tries to have you now will have me to deal with,” she growled when she finally pulled away.

“I’m all yours,” you said, “only yours.”

She kissed you again with all the ferocity you knew she had, making sure you knew exactly who owned you mind, body, and soul. You couldn’t complain. She’d always been the only one you wanted. The only one you’d ever want.

The next week at the staff mixer, the prince flushed when he saw the bruises on your neck and the arm around your waist.

#lady lesso imagine #lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso imagine

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my-blind-album · 2 years ago

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Hi! I hope you're doing amazing! I saw your requests are open soooo I'm wondering if i can request a Lady Lesso x Fem!Reader? With a prompt where "Lesso gets into a heated argument with someone. Then Lesso begins threatening them so Y/N,picks up Lesso and carries/drag her out of the room before anyone gets hurt" Thank you!!! 😘

hey @anonymous this is for you! xoxo

[And it's funny cause i feel like Y/n would constantly have to drag Lady Lesso all the time cause she'd probably be arguing with someone..75% of every passing day.]

I kinda went off topic but hope it's good :)

Lady Leonora Lesso - Perverts

The week hasn't even gone by yet and already some students have managed to put you in a bad mood. Leonora noticed this when you angrily charged into your shared bedroom fuming with literal rage, strong enough to possibly murder a person. The multiple cusses leaving your mouth were insanely inappropriate but you didn't care and neither did Leonora. She particularly loved this side of you, the one which could reck an entire building to the ground or better three instead of just one.

Setting down her book onto the bedside table and placing her glasses on top of them, Leonora slowly approaches you, even if you were mildly turning each and every part of her on your rage was scary enough to scare the dean of evil herself. "Darling, Love, I'm gonna need you to relax." She says placing her hands out for you to take which you gladly accept. "Now tell me, what happened? Do I need to go for a murder spree or is it just one idiot that needs to be taught a lesson?". Her soft hands delicately rub your back as she embraces you in a supportive hug. "School...f-for...g-good."

Apparently you sprinted your way here to the School for Evil all the way from that of good. "What were you doing at that horrible school?". "Clarissa...a-and Emma," a confused look spreads across Leonora's face. "I'm not sure how I could get rid of Clarissa considering her position as the dean of good and Anemone would be a bit easier but she seems like she knows how to do martial arts," an even more confused face appears on Y/n's face. "What?". "You're right, she does know martial arts doesn't she?". "What? Leonora what are you talking about?" You say pulling away from the hug while looking at your wife with confused eyes and she had the same. "You said Clarissa and Anemone?". "Yeah because I was in a meeting with them this morning before I had a rather unpleasant experience which is why I'm mad." "Oh, then what happened?". Your eyes dilated. You were angry again and this time was worse. Leonora let go of your hands wincing in pain. Your hands were boiling hot meaning you would soon turn on fire, perks of being the daughter of Hades.

"Okay, you're boiling hot, literally and I'm not just talking about you're sexiness. Come on, let's get you to the tub." Leonora carries you throwing you over her shoulder. "Let me go," you shout struggling to get out of Leonora's strong grip. "No." Leonora says writhing in agony as your skin heats up. "F-fuck." Leonora tries to catch her breath after placing you in the bathtub. Using her magic she takes off her coat, vest and shirt and remains in her suit pants and bra trying to cool herself off. Now it was your turn to cool off, she takes off your clothing and places it into a laundry basket in the bathroom and adds cold water into the tub. "Mhm." A moan of relief escapes your lips as the cold water cools you down. "Thank you, Leo." You say resting your head at the end of the bath and putting your hands on the sides. Leonora comes down to your level kneeling on her knees. "Your welcome, Darling, now rest I'll get you out when your body temperature reaches normal okay?" a nod was all you gave her including a soft smile as you closed your eyes. Within a few seconds you were out cool, as in asleep. Leonora places her hand onto your forehead and after a while she decided to get you into some changed clothes and into bed. Shortly after she did that she placed a small kiss onto your lips before putting on a different shirt and vest and leaving the room.

Four hours have passed and it's lunch time. You missed all your lessons for today but you didn't necessarily care, the Nevers don't need to learn how defend themselves from Evers in battle using potions anyway, there's always the next lesson. Looking around you couldn't see Leonora anywhere, she probably went to fetch lunch. Getting up you put your shoes on before making your way to the School for Good for lunch. Approaching the staff room you hear a frantic Clarissa on the other side of the door. What gossip is gonna happen between her and Leonora today? You wondered to yourself before taking a deep breath then exhaling. Opening the door you met with gazes from all the professors including the headmaster himself who was surprisingly present for the first time since the last two months.

Your eyes glance over to Clarissa then to Leonora's seat which was empty. That's odd, You thought to yourself. A cough brings you out of your thoughts and this time your eyes meet that of the headmaster who urges you to take a seat on my chair which was next to Leonora's. Following his instructions you sit down and the professors still had their gazes on you so you flashed them your purple flame that sparked on your hair and they all looked away in fear of getting roasted. "Y/n, have you seen Leonora by any chance?" "Um, no, when I left our quarters she was nowhere to be scene." The headmaster adjusts his glasses before continuing. "Well you see, Clarissa exclaims that one of her students is missing and Leonora is the suspect." You glance at Dovey, who had a worried expression on her face, and a perplexed expression crosses yours.

"Why would Leonora kidnap an Ever student? She doesn't even fancy the School for Good, what would've been her motive to do all this?" You inquire as your fury steadily builds within of you. "I remember how before you left, in the morning, you told me that one of my students had sexualized you and you ended up storming away in utter rage." Clarissa exclaims and you try to read in between the lines for any other information before nodding your head, understanding what she was saying but not fully grasping on her words. "Yeah and what?" Clarissa sighs before continuing. "Y/n, that same student is missing and I have reason to believe that Leonora's behind it." "Leonora couldn't be behind this, I never even told her what happened." You respond defensively in an effort to defend your wife, who was not present to speak for herself. The headmaster started to speak up, "Y/n, when you arrived did Leonora touch you in any way? Like maybe a hug, or on the hand, leg? Anywhere?" "Yes, when I arrived she held my hands." As you come to the realization that Leonora read your mind, your voice falters.

Opening the door to her office, you couldn't spot your redheaded wife. You asked several guards and each of them either told you that they were given a command not to tell you or they didn't know. You had just about given up when you heard a loud sharp scream coming from below. You thought is just the Nevers being Nevers but the scream came again and you realised that it was too high pitched to be a Never's scream. After rushing down the stairs, you arrived at the door and pulled the lever to open it. There she was, with her axe right on the Everboy's neck and devil smirk across her lips.

"Leonora." You called out and her attention turns to you and she has a stunned look on her face. You walk towards her and take the axe out of her arm. "What are you doing here?" Leonora asks you and you scoff. "Me? What are YOU doing? Leonora you could get fired from here, even worse banished by the school board." "You can't expect me to let go off the fact that this snob prince tried to put his hands all over you." "But he didn't since you read my mind you would know that." "Did I? May bad." She says sending a sarcastic smile to you and you respond back with an eye roll. "I'm serious, Leo, I couldn't lost you to prison, or death." Now Leonora's eyes showed a hint of sympathy, it wasn't her intention to hurt you, she wanted to avenge for you. Taking the axe out of your hand she places it on the ground and wraps her arms round you. "I'm sorry, Darling, I didn't want to hurt you, all I wanted was you get revenge for you." You pull away slightly from the hug and place a soft passionate kiss on her lips which she happily responds to. "I know and I appreciate how much you care for me, so could you please let this dickhead go so we can have some fun for the rest of the day?" Leonora laughs at your insult and reluctantly agrees. Personally, if it wasn't for Clarissa you would've let Leonora continue to do whatever she was gonna do, he deserves it anyway.

The sound of chains falling to the ground brings you out of your thoughts and you see the disgusting prince getting up from the chair rubbing his wrists and whining in pain. "Ouch it hurts." Rolling her eyes, Leonora just pushes him forward to leave. "Yeah, yeah go cry about it to your daddy, oh wait, you can't you have daddy issues." The Everboy just runs in tears but not before you trip him with your feet and kick him hard in the stomach. "Oops, my bad." After a while he finally leaves. "You know we're gonna receive an ear full from Clarissa." You say wrapping your arms around your wife's neck, placing a kiss on her lips. "Don't worry I told him earlier that if he says a word, the boogeymen will come after him." You both burst into laughter before cooling down. "Dumb Evers." You say walking out of the room hand in hand with Leonora.

"What is this room anyway?" "The Doom Room." "It's real? All this time I thought it was just a myth." "Well now you know, and maybe one day we could come here and have a good time." You playfully hit her shoulder. "What? This room is not only adequate for punishing students but punishing naughty wives too." "Oh really?" "Mhm." "Will just have to see about that. Closing the door behind you, you both climb about the stairs before reaching Leonora's office and spending the day talking, laughing and reading while drinking some glasses of wine.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago

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I loved your last request! Thank you :) is “prompt 20” okay for lesso please? The more angst the better, I’m a fiend for it. Happy ending though, I don’t need to be hurt to badly 😅

Hello there @grumblebee-93 ! Thank you, and thanks for another request!! I’d love to write this 💕💕💕

Goddamnit, I like You ~Lady Leonora Lesso xFem Reader

Mommy…Master List

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#20. “Then why are you such a constant asshole?!”

Warnings: angst, kissing, Mutual pining, implied smut…?, happy ending

Blurb

Enjoy (:

Ever since you had started at the school for good and evil, the dean of evil had been an absolute pain in your ass.

I mean, she was for everyone, but you were different. She knew exactly what buttons to push for you to rile you up.

She was a fucking asshole…

You were sitting at the staff dining table, discussing the upcoming ball with Anemone.

“I can’t decide what to wear…” you huffed.

“You’ll find something.” Anemone reassured you.

Lesso rolled her eyes rather loudly at your conversation.

“Care to add?” You spat, sarcasm lacing your tone.

Lesso smirked, “You and your dresses and clothing and beauty. Your a Never professor. Your not supposed to give a shit about that.”

You could practically feel the heat radiated from your body.

Why did she have to be such a bitch constantly?!

You quickly finished your meal and huffed off to your next class.

But even by the end of the day, you couldn’t get Lesso out of your mind.

You decided it was time to confront her immaturity.

You stormed through the corridors, until you reached her office doors. You didn’t even bother knocking, you just barged right in.

“What is your Problem?” You accusingly sneered.

“My problem?” Lesso chuckled, meeting your sneer.

“Yes! What is your problem with me?!” You nearly yelled.

“Lower your tone.” Lesso warned.

“Don’t. Tell. Me. What. To. Do.” You gritted out, a snarl following your words.

Lesso growled in response, “Well then do what your told.”

You said nothing in response.

“Is that all you came in here to say? Throw accusations against a wall and see if they stick…?” Lesso spat.

“No. They’re valid.” You sneered back.

Lesso darkly chuckled.

“Why do you think I treat you this way? Huh??” She mockingly jeered back.

“I don’t fucking know! You tell me!” Your voice raising in volume again.

“It’s because I like you goddamnit!!” Lesso screamed.

You didn’t register what Lesso had just said.

“Then why are you such a constant asshole?!” You screamed back.

Lesso groaned and grabbed you, her lips clashing into yours forcefully.

You froze at first, but quickly melted at Lesso’s ravenous, luscious touch.

You whimpered as she hit your lower lip for entrance into your mouth.

Lesso skillfully slid her tongue inside your mouth, eliciting a moan from deep down in your throat.

Lesso smirked at this.

You both pulled away breathlessly.

“Understand now?”

You sheepishly nodded.

Fuck, you understood fully…

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survival-logs · 11 days ago

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WOE. Ancient Bio.

SO I've been thinking a lot about ancient bio and speculations recently and decided to do some of my own for this blog! This will be the first of multiple posts about it (when I get to it lmao.) Anyway, let's start.

This post will go through the most basal of the ancients, maternity, and babies. Take note that my ancients are a WILDLY varied sort which will be gone into in later posts, this one just addresses the bare basics.

Ancient head shape varies wildly, but base ancients will typically be flat faced, or have short, round snouts with long/wide nostrils on both sides of the spectrum. Their necks are thicker and slightly more muscular to uphold the weight of various things, from masks to horns to even heavy swaths of hair or large heads. (1.5, Slight variation in ears, being either droopy to the side or atop the head. Both being small, short, and soft. Ancients sometimes have difficulty hearing with these beyond their masks, and will often augment the mask or ears themselves to accommodate.) 2. Ancient eyes are typically quite large, with big pupils that allow them to see in darker areas and beyond the slits in their mask. Said eyes can tend to be very sensitive, however, especially in the brightly lit areas atop iterators despite the city shadows usually protecting them. 3. Hair, above all, always starts out as a sensory organ. Some feeling is lost as the ancient passes into adulthood, but there will always be at least a mild amount of it through their lifespan. The first type is made up of thick, semi-soft tubes of flesh, similar to anemone. These types expel heat and other such things much easier via a flexing or pulsing motion that often moves in tandem with breathing. The second type are more like whiskers. Coarse, thin, and somewhat stiff. These can be left as is, and often grow into wide manes, or are twisted into complex styles like braided wire. 4. Body types, of course, vary wildly. But ancients are most frequently very thin due to purposeful abstinence from food. Thicker shoulders uphold the same things that their necks do, while also upholding ability to keep more limbs. (Arms, wings, etc). They also have two sets of pectoral muscles for the same reason. Ancients have very little to no sexual dimorphism, as the very large majority are hermaphrodites capable of both carrying and inseminating. Some even have no genitalia at all. 5. There a wide variety of feet, even in the base gene. Regardless of foot type, these feet tend to be large or thick, and have tough pads on the most necessary bits, as ancients can wear shoes, but quite frequently go without. It also assists in the impact of of bodies carrying heavier weight and such things. 6. Ancients also vary between plantigrade and digitigrade. Digitigrade will frequently have more birdlike or pawlike feet, while plantigrade tend more towards 'normal' looking feet. 7. Tails are not an infrequent thing on ancients, being most often like the tail of a cat or a monkey. Long, rounded, and just mildly prehensile in some cases. Though base ancients do not have the most long tails. Tail cropping for ancients is not unlike circumcision. Seen as both honoring their religion, and negating something with a possibility of getting in the way of things later on. Tails are cropped either at birth or at some months old, before the muscles and nerves have had a chance to develop. Now, cut below for bare breasts and maternity things!

Ancients who are pregnant or caring for children are allowed, largely by necessity, far more indulgence than the typical. During pregnancy, it's tradition to host large weekly meals meals among family and friends, for the purpose of fattening the carrier and ensuring they and the baby are healthy. Ancients, regardless of their former form, will grow quite large breasts that fill with blood and milk, that will remain there for until somewhat after the nursing process. Their nipples or 'patches' as they are called (milk/blood patches) will inflate widely. It's common for the carrier to become dizzy or weak in early days as the blood sacs are filled. Not uncommonly, the carrier's partner will also grow breasts due to hormonal factors, and assist in the nursing. 2. Babies, in order to form eventual traits, to gain the necessary antibodies in their weak states, and other such things that will be gone into in another post, they feed upon a mix that is equally blood and milk, secreted from the ancient's patches. To more easily get this, babies have a short calcium cover over their frontal gums that they will use to quite literally chew and tug on the patches. Latching whole jaw on their and just gnawing. And yes, it is a quite painful and not very pleasant process. Nursing ancients will often be given various kinds of numbing medication for the duration of nursing (An unfortunately long process. Longer than humans). Ancients do frequently bottlefeed, but it can be tedious and a pain to get the stuff out with a pump. 3. As mentioned before, there is little sexual dimorphism between ancients. Breasts are less common than being flat chested, but can happen by way of a not uncommon general genetic fluke. This means anybody can end up with breasts. Some carriers never lose their breasts, some ancients who had breasts before will lose said breasts after carrying. 4. Fashion for those carrying tends to be warm, comfortable, and semi exposing and loose. They also do not wear much jewelry, if any so the babies do not try to put anything in their mouths or the like. Breasts are almost always exposed for easy feeding (ancients aren't precious about public feeding or exposure lmao) and the material is soft so it doesn't scrape and irritate the carrier, and warm because carriers can often get quite cold from constantly producing blood for feeding. 5. Babies are very small and....a bit ugly at first. Always coming out wrinkly, pale pink, and deaf/blind for at least the first few days to the first week. They make up for this by having very long, incredibly sensitive whiskers for a time. Usually until toddlerhood, at which point they will fall off. It's a mostly vestigial trait by now, but babies will also largely come out with spots and freckles over their body. Usually black, brown, or purple. Any birth marks take that same color for a time. Babies are typically quite loose skinned at first, for some reason. This causes them to be very wrinkly and old looking until they grow into said skin. Their hair always starts as very very thin hairs, or for the tube haired, will have small indents in their skull from which the tubes will eventually grow out of. 6. Existence is often fraught for ancient children. Their gestation process is shorter than that of a human, and thus they always come out quite small and quite weak. In initial life, they are also very immune compromised until they are able to build their system via the blood and milk they feed on. It's incredibly discouraged to take them away from home until they have started to show traits, as that is the point their immune system will typically be ready for it. Babies are wildly fragile things and must be watched over constantly, and even then infant mortality is not uncommon as one would hope. Ancients will very often have more than one baby as well, so you can imagine the stress of the parents as well. Not to mention babies being notorious for getting into danger at every turn. After all that, is it really any wonder they look constantly goddamn miserable all the time?

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