#also the set up 😭 just wait for him to see what kind of bath she’s prepared for him!! the rose petals and soaps 😭

[lucygraysboy]

they  might  be  no  more  than  two  strangers  still,  but  that’s  never  stopped  billy  from  caring  about  people.  what  kind  of  person  would  he  be  if  he  only  cared  about  his  family  and  ignored  the  rest?  he’s  always  been  an  empath  and  so  sympathizing  with  those  he  barely  even  knows  comes  easily  to  him,  especially  if  they’re  the  downtrodden  ones.  his  ma  had  filled  his  head  with  noble  ideas  early  on,  and  now  that  she’s  gone,  they  mean  even  more  to  him  —  he  just  wants  to  make  her  proud.  “i  agree,  fighting  with  him  wouldn’t  be  wise.”  he  doesn’t  even  want  to  imagine  what  the  preacher’s  capable  of,  but  he  has  an  idea  and  it  makes  his  blood  curdle.  gazing  at  her  as  she  lingers  in  the  doorway,  he  sees  her  off  with  a  quiet,  “but  you  don’t  have  to  say  it’s  fine  around  me.  sometimes  it  helps  to  let  it  all  out  and  talk  to  someone,  tell  them  how  you  really  feel.”  he  knows  trust,  just  like  respect,  is  earned  and  so  he  doesn’t  expect  her  to  open  up  right  away,  but  at  the  same  time  he  does  want  her  to  know  that  he’s  here  for  her.  after  all,  and  she’s  pointed  it  out  herself,  he’s  a  pretty  good  listener.

when  she  leaves  him  all  alone,  he  feels  a  strange  sense  of  longing,  finds  himself  missing  her  already  even  though  she’s  only  in  the  next  room.  he  can  hear  her  going  about  her  business,  and  still  his  heart  aches  in  a  way  that’s  almost  impossible  to  describe.  he’s  never  experienced  anything  like  this.  it  must  be  the  aftermath  of  dehydration  and  days  spent  by  himself  in  the  woods,  he  tells  himself,  reaching  for  the  cup  and  downing  its  contents  in  two  big  gulps.  this  should  make  him  feel  better.  but  even  as  he  sets  the  empty  cup  down  on  the  nightstand  and  scoops  up  a  forkful  of  pie,  he  can’t  shake  off  this  strange  feeling  —  he’s  already  grown  attached  to  her.  “sure  you  don’t  need  any  help,  lucy  gray?”  he  calls  out,  mostly  just  because  he  wants  to  hear  her  voice  again  since  he’s  in  no  shape  to  actually  help.  

he’s  finished  half  the  pie  by  the  time  she  returns  to  the  room,  his  features  lighting  up  all  at  once  as  he  lays  eyes  on  her  again.  his  heart  at  peace  once  more.  “howdy,”  he  says  with  a  sweet  smile,  lowering  the  fork  and  discreetly  wiping  the  remaining  crumbs  from  the  corners  of  his  lips.  “are  you  sure  this  is  a  good  idea?”  how  can  she  be  sure  they  have  enough  time  before  the  preacher  comes  back  home?  feeling  her  fingertips  on  his  skin,  popping  the  buttons  on  his  shirt,  he  knows  he  shouldn’t  be  feeling  any  sort  of  way  about  it,  but  his  cheeks  heat  up  nonetheless  and  his  heart  begins  to  flutter  happily.  “here,  i’ll  —  i’ll  manage,  thank  you,”  he  stutters,  gently  clasping  her  hands  and  moving  them  away  from  his  abdomen.  he  carefully  shrugs  the  fabric  off  his  shoulders,  the  scratches  on  his  back  hurting  with  each  movement.  “i’m  still  a  little  wobbly  on  the  legs,  though.”  he  admits  sheepishly,  pushing  himself  off  the  bed  so  he  can  stand  up.  he’ll  surely  need  help  getting  to  the  bathroom  and,  more  embarrassingly,  into  the  tub.  

features lifted in surprise, stopping by the door to take everything he was saying in. she didn't expect to hear him get so passionate, wondering why he was... they were still just two strangers who barely trusted the other. everything he was ranting, she agreed. it wasn't like she didn't, but she couldn't explain to him there's nothing she could do about it. or he might solve that problem for her with his gun, she worried. since she wasn't sure what kind of person he yet was. "i agree...respect is earned." even if it didn't seem like it, but that was her father. if she wanted a slap in the face, then she'd go right ahead and disrespect him for giving her disrespect. those are the things she couldn't say. "it's not actually okay...i just say those things to get him on outta here. there's no point in fightin' with him. but thank you, i'm glad someone thinks that way." her mind was real confused now, he didn't seem like the type of guy like every other man she's met but then she also stood questionable on his intentions at times. then she gently nods, cautiously staring at him before being able to leave her room without too much anxiety now about him sneaking up and killing her. she's gone for several minutes, stealing underwear and soft pajama pants out of her fathers' dresser. bringing those to the bathroom to drop off– but the convenient door next to the bathroom certainly helps decreasing that time. able to bring in warm water right outside of an even bigger tub outside, that the sun warms for them and she fills the inside bathtub up with. the water supplied from rain water or the creek at times when there's a dry spell. it just takes a few buckets she carries inside to get it full. shaved soap boiled into liquid in a cup for shampoo along with her homemade bar of soap is already available on the washstand and she traditionally dumps a few rose petals from a basket into the bath water from her roses outside, because that's how her mama always did it. bathed her in rose petals, so she does the same for his bath too. lucy gray stacks a few cloths and towels on the washstand then finally returns to her room, "the bath's ready. now just the hard part... getting undressed and safely into it." she worries, going over to him to stand and hands already going to the bottom buttons on his shirt that were still closed, undoing each of them. she'd get his shirt off him, at least. but he'll have to manage to wiggle out of the rest once she tugs his shirt off.

[ughdontbeboring]

Sweet boy

Feyd Rautha x Black/WoC Reader (can be read by anyone)

Yours and Feyds son has a moment and you can’t help your reaction.

warnings none but fluff honestly lol

note: so this was NOT what I was supposed to be working on but I came across it in my notes and just couldn’t stop my fingers 😅 but this is inspired by one of my favorite Feyd arts of him as a child. I’m so upset I can’t find it or the artist. It’s like different drawings of him or his face as a child and he gives the meanest side eye lol so if yall know what im talking about please send it my way so i can tag the artist so others can see it.

If yall like it, love it or fucks with it please share and comment! I love talking to y’all about our mans.

I give no permission for my work to be used anywhere.

it’s fluff and short babe but it’s Feyd so you know 😭 @peggyao3 also again not what I’m supposed to be working on 🥲🥲🥲

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The day had been long and tedious but you would not trade it for anything when it dwindles down to become this kind of evening. One which you were lucky to say you had often when your husband wasn’t away for diplomatic purposes. Even then you usually all stayed together more often than not. 

The large tinted floor to ceiling windows on the right side of the dinning room allowing for a view of the planets setting white sun to shine its last bit of light on your blessed life. The tint allowed the room to stay bathed in all its natural colors. Your skins hue still vibrant against the elegant black dress that you had chosen for the day. 

You couldn’t wait to get back to your shared bedchambers and slip into nothing but your silk bed sheets and your husbands arms.

Your eyes drift back to the table you’re seated at with the two loves of your life. Years ago no one could have convinced you THIS would be your life and you’d be the HAPPIEST you’d ever been or could be. None of the of wise women of your home planet could have foretold this. Not even your own visions nor dreams could have conjured enough to convince you this was the life you wouldn’t only lead but love with every once of your being. 

But when you take in your husbands jewel blue eyes that are already watching and only soft for you, you smile happily before your eyes slowly land on the beautiful boy sitting before you and to Feyd’s right from the head of the table.  

And just as your heart swells with more love than either you and Feyd ever thought possible, a loud laugh erupts from deep within your chest. 

You slap a jeweled hand over your mouth to try and contain your laughing from the startled identical faces before you. 

You’re in a fit of giggles as you feel both your husband and son’s look of confusion and it only makes you laugh harder.

You miss your husband’s face of pure awe at the sight before him even if he is confused he can’t help but be in awe of the women he somehow convinced to love him as deeply as you do, full of joy.

You wipe at the tears that have started to spill as you catch Feyd soft questioning eyes.

“I-I’m sorry but he looked just like you with his little evil side eye” you reveal in between laughs. 

Feyd looks on proudly at your son who’s looking between the both of you with his face scrunched up not fully understanding or liking the attention and laughs at his expense. 

Your son had just gave the most evil side eye to the servant who put the extra vegetables on his plate at your request. And all you could see was Feyd. They looked almost identical already and in that moment it was your husband who was a 5 year old boy not wanting to eat the food before him. 

And for all the reasons in the world it made your heart happy. 

“Looking just like your father” you say again as you control your laughing. You can feel the pride rolling of off both of them. “A grumpy baby”. 

“What?!” Your husband yells in disbelief, the fork and meat hanging mid air the same time your son yells his own defense.

“Mother I AM NOT A BABY!” His little voice rages before you with no true anger. 

“Don’t raise your voice at your mother” Feyd scolds quickly.

Your all smiles though. This was all you ever needed. 

“Yes you are, you are my baby always” You tell him as you take in his little face, the beautiful child you both created. The best of both of you. 

He huffs and crosses his little arms across his chest. The angry face he’s trying to pull off is completely identical to his father’s. You could draw it in your sleep the amount of times you’ve seen it over the years.

“Come here” you call to him softly as you push your chair back slightly. 

“No” he says trying to stand his ground that he is not a baby.

“Do not tell your mother no” Feyd scolds again watching the two of you go back and forth with eyes full of love.  if your husband continues on this path and your sure he will, none of your children will ever tell you no or misbehave with you. Feyd has spoiled you almost rotten, your son has received the same attention from his father. The amount of times he’s done wrong and Feyd has come to his defense, you too but you always stress the he can’t be quick to anger.

He had nothing of yours physically expect for you spiced blue eyes, which you weren’t sure how long they last so blue without a constant exposure to spiced air. You were born to parents who were born to parents and so on and so on for as long as you could say who had been born to and live with spice exposure. It was literally apart of your blood. So it made you happy that was the one thing that couldn’t escape your son who spent most of his time on Giedi Prime. So it made you sad to think about the fact that he could loose it one day but you tried to make frequent enough trips to your home planet to help him keep his Fremen feature and traits. 

Feyd allowed him to be born on Arrakis much to a lot of displeasure from some of Giedi Prime. You just couldn’t see giving birth here and raising a child here almost full time, you needed your people, your culture to be apart of his life. Plus you both knew it was the only way for your son to be accepted, he needed to embrace both half’s of who he was if he was going to make a great change one day. Greater change than even you and Feyds union.

It was worth noting all of the people who were displeased with your birthing choice weren’t around anymore to speak on it. 

His personality? It was 60/40 usually, him always leaning towards his father’s ways of behavior especially right now. Right now he was 100% his father’s child. 

“Come here my sweet boy” you call again. 

“Mother I am not a sweet boy! I’m brave and scary” He says as he makes his way around the back of Feyd towards you, very slowly. The posture straight in his small body. 

You pull him in quickly once he is in arms reach. Your hands hold his little precious face gently as you plant kisses all over. You can feel his posture slowly start to loosen.

“Yes you are, you may not be sweet to others that is yet to be seen but you will always be sweet to your mother yes?” You ask softly as you stare into his deep eyes that mirror yours. 

You hear a small but confident “Yes, always Mother” as all the fight leaves him and he snuggles into your body embracing you back fully. His little arms reaching around your neck and squeezing tightly. Your eyes tear a little and you know it’s just your hormones. You have a couple weeks before your due it’s still been an emotional roller coaster everyday. 

You’re so wrapped up in your little boy in your arms you don’t notice your husband. Feyd is over the moon seeing his child get the love he never received. Seeing his wife who he adores more than anything loving their child, his child, a child that looks and acts just like him regardless of what he may have done wrong that day. Your love for him was unconditional. 

He loves to see you showering him with love and care even on his bad days when he’s throwing a tantrum. 

This was everything Feyd never knew he wanted and needed. 

He’d burn everything down to protect this, their little growing family. 

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[butlervibesonly]

𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟 || Austin Butler

• Summary: How might it look when Austin and Y/n surprise each other with their ability of speaking French?

• Pairing: Austin Butler x female! reader

• Warnings: fluff, I am not french speaking person, I can’t speak french fluently so I am sorry for any mistakes

• Note: I am so sorry if this is the most cringest thing you ever read, but I came up with this while having French class, haha😭🫡

The soft morning light filters through the windows, bathing the living room in a warm glow. You sit cross-legged on the couch, reading your book, while Austin is in the kitchen making you coffee. You both love morning coffees so much that it actually became a habit. It is a lazy Sunday, the kind of the day you both love so much. No plans, no rush—just each other.

“Here is your coffee, love.” Austin says as he comes to the living room, placing a mug on the coffee table in front of you.

“Merci,” you reply casually, eyes glued to the book. You didn’t notice the way Austin pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought, before he walks over to the couch as well with a mischievous smile spread across his face.

“Tu sais,” (You know,) he begins, speaking softly as he sits on the couch, “j’ai toujours pensé que tu étais magnifique le matin.” (I’ve always thought you were beautiful in the morning.)

You freeze at that moment. Did he just say what you think he did? His tone was casual, as if he normally speaks French, which totally takes your breath away. You, then, decide to play it cool.

“Tu es aussi beau, mon mari.“ (You are also handsome, my husband.) you reply to Austin smoothly, your voice laced with amusement.

He blinks few times, looking at you at complete shock. “Wait, what?” Austin says in shock, his cheeks coloring slightly. “You..?”

“You didn’t think I understood you?” you tease him, setting your book aside and turning to face him fully.

“I—uh… no?” Austin laughs, running a hand through his hair. “When did you learn French?”

“High school,” you admit with a grin. “I just didn’t think you’d ever try to use it against me.”

“Against you? No, no, no,” he protests, his giggles filling the room. “I was complimenting you, baby! I thought it would be a romantic little secret!”

“Well, it’s not much of a secret now, is it?” you tease him, leaning toward him. “Besides, I think I’m the one with the advantage now.”

“Oh, really? And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Je pourrais dire n'importe quoi en français,” (I could say anything in French,) you say with a mischievous glint in eyes, “et tu ne sauras jamais si c’est romantique ou méchant.” (and you’d never know if it’s romantic or mean.)

Austin raises a brow, his lips curving into a smile as he understands you pretty well. “Oh, but I’ll know. I see it in your eyes.”

“Hmm, maybe,” you bite back a smile and take a sip of the coffee Austin prepared. He eventually leans closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “But let’s make it clear: tu es la femme la plus incroyable que j’aie jamais rencontrée.” (You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.)

Her heart melts at his words, even as she tries to maintain your composure. “Et toi, tu es l’homme le plus espiègle que j’aie jamais aimé.” (And you, you are the most mischievous man I have ever loved.)

“Espiègle?” (Mischievous?) he repeats, mocking offense. “Rude.”

“Vérité,” (Truth,) you laugh, caressing his cheek. “Je t’aime, Austin.” (I love you, Austin) Austin pulls you closer to him, his lips brushing against yours in a sweet kiss. “Je t’aime, mon amour.” (I love you, my love.)

[amethystfairy1]

It's been a few hours and I'm still feeling mildly crazy

I kind of want to reread everything right now but my sleep schedule wouldn't like that so...

Anyways, I cannot get "Seven Years Running" and the before- and aftermath out of my head

Practical questions before rants though: how would Gem be affected if she were to run out of magic strength? I assume it wouldn't be as bad as Scar has it seeing as he was basically incapable of supporting his own weight and staying concious?

Also, roughly how long will it take to get to the spirit well? (I think that's what it's called... the thing in Elven Territory where elves can recharge) Because right now I'd say Scar needs to get there asap but also it's still a ways away from Silversvale if my mental map is right, and they haven't even reached that yet

But yeah to the rant I'm kind of insane about the entire thing, but that part (Seven Years Running) specifically just gets to me

Especially the fact that everything went wrong just like that. Like, we killed the Duke, were comforting the birb, everything was fine and dandy, and then it was like helplessly watching a series of ever-larger dominoes knock the next over until it culminated in that "Not you" and my heart broke

It felt a bit better after realising that, for Grian, this was amazing actually! Setting a boundary firmly, especially after the *gestures vaguely* everything, and not backsliding is such a good sight

I mean the "killing the Duke" part was amazing. "On the other side of the storm" is so well written, and so satisfying and I think there's two (metal) images that just- they just do it for me, y'know? I think they'll stick with me a while. First one is of Mumbo, bathed in shadows, casually pursuing Freemere without batting an eye (the shadows 'weeping' across the outer wall- like, how?? What?? That's so. Good.)

The second is Scar-as seen from outside the Swaggon (Swagon?)- holding Grian so gently, seeing Mumbo hesitate and glance up at him because he doesn't want to let his instincts take over, and then just... raising a hand to summon his magic and bury the duke alive

Like- it's so vivid and it's beautiful

Also probably one of the reasons I love Scar so much (what is it with me and guilty characters?? TTSBC Scott's my favourite and TT it's Scar and Martyn) (tbf they only overtake the others by a tiny amount) (but it's an interesting pattern)

Speaking of guilt... man, I'm so glad I didn't have to wait for that whole mess to get at least somewhat sorted (they're getting there, I believe) because I would've cried (even more)

It's so miserable because the more povs came up, the sadder it got... Mumbo was so confused and then upset, Gem was just confused and concerned in general, Pearl was going through a hell of a lot of emotions, Grian... Grian was going through that but in two different directions, and Scar was so out of it that he genuinely didn't even notice and then the ball dropped and- yeah. It was rough

I mean the fact that you managed to juggle around so many issues and viewpoints and still have it make sense is a crazy feat!! Super impressive

There's the rant- second one of the day, sorry about that lmao

At least this one's coherent

I LOOOOOOVE THIS KIND OF STUFF!

GIMME GIMME GIMME!

I love seeing people give me their play-by-plays of reading through my works, especially one of my favorites like Seven Years Running is! Thank you so much for this! I'm so glad you enjoyed it so much!!! Please don't apologize, I LOVE this sort of thing! Send more if ever you feel like it, they're soooo much fun!

(Edit: I just realized I didn't answer the questions I just got excited about the fun rants 😭 You're correct! Gem wouldn't be affected as badly as Scar if she ran out of magical strength, she would operate like a human in that case. She's also worked on her swordsmanship and strength to the point that she can still be very deadly even without the use of her magic! How long would it take to get to the Elven Spirit Well? That's spoilers my friend...but I will say it's not geographically super far, it's right inside the Elven Territory past the mountains!)

[subskz]

i just finished part 3…. i’m fucking nauseous that was so good 😭💔

minho once again being a fucking menace. his heart is in the right place, but i want to yell with how mean he’s being 😪

changbin reacting with as much drama as expected to the news of the relationship is so cutie. gilc (god i love changbin).

chan……… christopher…… i’m fucking delusional at this point. he’s so amazing and perfect and beautiful. you always write him so well, i’m foaming at the mouth. the bathing scene was everything i hoped for and more. it’s bare minimum of what that beautiful boy deserves 💔 “i think it already has” you should have just shot me. please, this whole section had me tearing up, that really set me off. (also the tit sucking??? you know the way to my heart for real😍)

anyways, you’ve done it once again. hit it out of the park with an absolute banger 😭❤️‍🩹 thank you for writing and being amazing, it really made my day -🐾

you are the SWEETEST 😭 you have no idea how happy it makes me to read your thoughts on each new part thank you so much for taking the time to share them w me, i can’t say it enough!!

minho has turned it up to a 10 on the menace scale…he could definitely be handling the situation w more tact but yes his heart is in the right place like u said!! baring his claws to protect his bestie after seeing him hurt so many times 💔 GILC!!! scenes w binnie are still probably my favorite to write bc of how fun he is hehe some much-needed lightheartnedness amidst everything else!

channie ㅠㅠㅠㅠ he is everything…angel boy whose biggest sin is not treating himself accordingly ㅠ i’m so thrilled the bathing scene was worth the wait for u!! it was definitely very self-indulgent but also so necessary…the bare minimum of what he deserves indeed 😞 and YES you get it! chan just activates smth so maternal in me what did they put in this 25 yr old man to make us wanna take care of him so bad…it’s an epidemic

imagine how you’ve made my day w your lovely feedback!! i really appreciate all your kindness and support it keeps me going! thank you again for reading and i hope the next part will be to your liking as well ♡