#and it's always father dearest 😍😍😍

[idyllicsam]

nah because why is it that whenever my mental health actually improves some idiot in my life has to go ahead and ruin it.

[grimm-writings]

Can I please request a namari x shy female dwarf reader.

The reader is shy but admirers namari from afar ( especially her muscles😍). And namari likes to make her flustered. caging her against the wall, flexing her muscles.

(THERE ARE NO NAMARI X READERS ANYWHERE 😭😢🥺 SHE NEEDS LOVE TOO!)

sweet thing

…ft! namari x fem! reader

…tags! fluff, headcanon format, reader is a dwarf

…wc! 1150

…notes! namari my darling my dearest!!!!!!!! my biggest flex is that her english va clocked me being extremely normal on main for their performance of her 😶 . twice . 

Is anyone immune to Namari let’s be real here.

She may not have the most stellar reputation because of her father, but that doesn’t stop her from thriving where she can.  Under Mr. Tansu’s employ, she’s been making a better name for herself!

Namari knows what she wants in a partner but she falls apart in actually trying to communicate that.  She can be rather shy herself!

When it comes to you, though, she’s determined to make you see that she’s serious about you.  Your anxiety overwrites her own!

…That doesn’t mean she won’t go to Kiki and Kaka and ask for advice on how to woo you.  She still is pretty shoddy at that.

Honestly, you were mortified when Namari suddenly approached you one day and started talking to you as if you were any other buddy she hung out with.  You hardly speak.

Sure, she’s noticed you staring at her from across the bar, and you tend to be somewhere around the corner when she’s in public, but honestly she couldn’t be mad at it!

How can she, when every time she shoots a big grin at you, you immediately flush red and hide your face from her?!  You’re just adorable!

Namari asking you out is her avoiding eye contact as she tries to ‘casually’ ask you if you want to get some dinner together.  Once you’re out of earshot, she’s pumping her fist and celebrating to herself.  She scored a cutie like you!

“So, see you tonight?” Namari cocks her head to the side as she smiles at you.  Trying to play it cool is tough.  She has no idea how others do it without exploding on the inside. Your smile is enough to make the butterflies in her stomach fly more freely.  “I… yeah, tonight!”  You nod and grin, turning on your heel to walk away. Once you’re a number of steps away, you stop as the sound of whooping and cheering fills the air just when select conversations die down in volume.  Loud and clear, you hear Namari celebrate asking you out. You turn to her, eyes bulging in embarrassment, and Namari mirrors your expression. She tries to brush it off as soon as possible by sending you a thumbs up.  “S-Sorry!  Just real excited!” You can’t help but giggle.  Who knew she’d be such a funny person too.  “As am I!”  You call back before returning on your way with a dumbstruck grin.  “As am I…”

Once you’re officially an item, Namari is a super loving partner!  She has her boundaries – such as no PDA around her employers – but when you’re in private this dwarf is all over you.

She gets over the sheepish, unsure wall she previously found it difficult to pass through the more comfortable she gets around you.

Yep, this woman loves to tease.  She’ll pick up on things she couldn’t before now that she has the knowledge you’re attracted to her.  Oh, you were staring at her so often because you like her muscles?  Aw, how cute?  Wanna touch?

Take all the time you need to stare as she pushes you up against the wall with a grin.

She’s still pretty easy to fluster herself if you know what to do though.

(LEGS.  USE YOUR LEGS, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT.)

Her favourite nicknames to use for you are “my girl” and “sweet thing”.  Your hers, and you’re awfully sweet to boot!

Namari opens her arms wide for you as you run into her embrace.  Her hugs are always the tightest, warmest.  If she weren’t so gentle with you she would have noogied you by now. Instead, she instead wraps her arms around your waist and picks you up.  You squeak and cling onto Namari’s shoulders as she swings and twirls you around in a circle and then places you down on your feet again. Your giggles are always so musical to the other dwarf’s ears.  It’s great to be home. “So,” she releases a breath of laughter with you, “how’s my girl been doing while I was away?”

Since dwarves probably grow body hair pretty frequently, Namari and yourself probably take a lot of days to have self care days!

(I am whispering directly in your ear, reader.  Shave your legs in front of her.  Do that and she’ll be sent to another dimension and the higher ground will be yours.)

If you’re too shy to be too personal with her, Namari understands, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try and help you out of your comfort zone with baby steps.  She’s super encouraging that way!

…Though if you’re like me and prefer a woman with some body hair then you better let her know before these self care days!  There’s some motivation for ya.

She’s so endlessly proud of you if you do end up standing up for yourself.

But depending on what you do…

Namari is quite privy to how people tend to talk about her at this point.  Even from across the tavern she can sense the sneering and gossipy whispers of a group in a booth further away. You worriedly glance at the group and then back at Namari.  “Aren’t you going to do anything?” “No point,” Namari sighs with a shrug.  “I’m used to it.” She goes to take another bit of her drink.  You ball your fists together.  She shouldn’t be. Namari stutters in confusion at you when you push the barstool out and hop off, marching over to the group.  She’s so surprised she couldn’t take the chance to stop you. “Do you have anything better to do?”  You ask the group.  They stop to stare at you.  Namari is sure that you’re about to stutter and shy away from the glares you’re being given, but you don’t. One of the people speaks up, “what, like you aren’t hanging around her?  Drinking an’ hardly speaking with anyone else!” “Namari spent all day in the dungeon actually making a living for herself.  She deserves a break.”  You remain steadfast, crossing your arms.  Even if you’re smaller than a lot of other races, you still use your bigger proportions to your advantage.  “And you’re here just day drinking?  I don’t see any spoils, armour or weapons under your table…  Goodness, what might your families say?” You soon return to Namari’s side to leave the assholes to ruminate in guilt.  Your girlfriend’s mouth is in an ‘O’ shape as she keeps her eyes on you.  You glance up at her, your shyness returning.  “W-Was that too much?” “Too much?”  Namari repeats.  “Sweetie, that was the most badass thing I’ve ever seen!” “H-Huh?”  There you go, flushing red again. Namari takes your hands in her own, squeezing them.  “Whaddya know, you ended up being my hero today!” The grin she gives you is the happiest you’ve ever seen her.  She really loves you, you know?

[yannisrandomstuff]

What would happen if alternate gabriel caught angel gabriel cuddling up to his sleeping s/o at night?

LIKE alt Gabe just walks in and finds him there. Just like 🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏻‍♂️

Sheesh world War about to begin BWHAHAHAHAHA

TW: Cussing , kinda OOC?(idk)

(Sorry this took so long and it's kinda corny)

Okayokay

Archangel Gabriel/toonbriel

Alternate Gabriel/Lucifer

You were asleep in this one, Like deepsleep doesn't give af about what's going on but you're asleep.

"Mhmm... you look lovely my dove~.." He whispers while tucking a hair behind your ear. "This is wrong but please let me hold you while I have a chance like this" He says to you he then closed his eyes and kisses your forehead and humming some kind of melody.He suddenly heard a noise coming from downstairs, he just brushed it off thinking it was just a cat that breaks in your house. That was his mistake.

There Gabriel stood eyes wide on what he was seeing. What the fuck?, what is he doing here holding you all-so-loveydovey like the two of you are some kind of married couple? He's pissed, this answer all of his questions on why your house seems to be much more brighter than usual. Are you aware that hes here?, are you cheating on him?, are you now aware that he's not who he really is??. He then appeared behind Archangel Gabriel , grabbing him by his hair and teleporting to the living room where you won't be bothered by them.

Archangel Gabriel's eyes went wide with pure shock in them on realizing who's in front of him, suddenly a fist coming to his face making him fall to the ground.

"Why are you here?!" Anger is visible to his voice

"You don't need to know anything Lucifer" He glared at him

"How dare you touch what's mine" his face is slowly melting revealing his disturbing looks

"How long are you going to pretend to be me? Decieving them?. Lying to them that you loved them?!, I know what your true intentions are satan."

"How dare you question my feelings towards them, How I feel about them is not fake. I know you have been watching them, did you see that j hurt them? Also Even if you know my intentions really is what can you possibly do?, I have all the power in my hands now ever since the day I overthroned father" Gabriel chuckled at his words

"You disgust me, you foul creature, atleast I am not a liar like you and I can prove to them by revealing who you really are and your wicked plans"

AltGabriel then grabbed ArchGabriel by his neck choking him

"Tell them I dare you and you won't be able to see the daylight ever again, you will once again end up in that tomb of sand. I'm warning you lay a finger on them again and your brand new wings will dissappear from your back" his face are now in full black only visible his wide eyes

"Just you wait. You and your plans will fall apart and I will tell them everything they need to know"

"I'd like to see you try Gabriel, I have already make them mine making them think that I will always be here for them but I never lied about my love and feelings towards them"

"You cannot lie nor hurt them! Not on my watch!"

" Pests like you should be executed immediately"

Alt Gabriel's grip on ArchGabriel neck tightened making for ArchGabriel have trouble on breathing.

"I-i'll be ba-ack ! For them, y-You will pay f-for all the thi-ings you- *cough* done l-lucifer!"

At that Archangel Dissappeard it took him a while to Dissappear since Alternate Gabriel's strength is much more stronger than his

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"I hope you know that I love you very much my dearest" He kissed your forehead affectionately and sleeps with you

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Wow sibling fight 👏 😍

[sitp-recs]

Congratulations on your milestone! This blog has been amazing in getting fics I didn't think I would try.

Also, for the rapid-fire fic recs: kid or kids or children.

Thank you so much! Happy to hear that 😍 I’m not usually a kid fic person, but I was inspired and decided to do both:

Kid | Dad Draco:

A Hippogriff for Christmas by @xanthippe74 (G, 6k)

Draco is desperately trying to fulfill four-year-old Scorpius’ dearest wish for Christmas: a visit with a real Hippogriff. Harry is desperately trying to be left alone, safely tucked away from the attention of the wizarding world as Hogwarts’ Keeper of the Keys and Grounds. It might take more than a father’s persistence to convince Harry to help make Scorpius’ Christmas dream come true.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.

Written in the Stars by November Snowflake (M, 16k)

Draco watches as his son grows up--and maybe does a little growing up of his own.

Children | Drarry as parents:

Our Ordinary Days by Lomonaaeren (M, 8k)

Two men, both fathers of sons, meet in a bookshop. And the rest is the kind of history that doesn't make history.

Survival of the Species by @romaine2424 (E, 46k)

Draco approaches Harry on the 9 ¾ platform, after their sons have boarded the Hogwarts Express, and invites him over for tea. The discussion they have leads them on an adventure that neither could have expected. There be dragons! HPDH compliant but before any other canon info had been released.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

[kiatheinsomniac]

Ok, I love Maedhros very much, so much that my keyboard memorized his name, so I would like to request a fluff with him. Idk if you write for POC, but something where they've helped each other with their own insecurities. Maybe, reader has helped Mae with his physical and mental wounds and he has helped her with her skincolor or hair texture insecurity. Something, where they have gone from friends to lovers. I dont know if that would be reasonable. The final decision I leave in your hands and just wanted to let you know that I love your writing. 😍😍 Thank you for writing and sharing your talent with the world.

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I do write for poc! I like to make my readers feel included and represented. You deserve good rep with your favs in fanfiction!! Also sorry not sorry I threw in my 'Mae lost an eye in Thangorodrim' headcanon into this bc I like to make him suffer. Constructive criticism on writing poc readers always welcomed! Was def feeling the whole nature-based romanticism here oops. And thank you for the compliment!!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Maedhros

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: hurt/comfort, injury detail

｡･:*˚:✧｡maedhros

♡ in Valinor, Maedhros had quickly become smitten with you upon meeting. You were the most beautiful elleth he had ever laid eyes on and perhaps that intimidated him because he never asked to be more than friends. He yearned for more, yes, but he simply couldn't bear the thought of your rejection and so he remained content enough to have you as his dearest friend and nothing more. The two of you spent decades together in such dear friendship, listening to each other's learnings, musings, insecurities. Maedhros feared he would never amount to what his father had while you felt overly self-conscious of how you looked. Oh, how he had wished to apply kisses alongside his soothing words. You were the fairest of all Eru's creations in his eyes - even beneath the light of the two trees, Yavanna's creations held not a flame to the radiance of your beauty.

♡ during his imprisonment in Thangorodrim, he couldn't have regretted this decision more as he spent those long years sure that he would never set his eyes upon your beauty again. If only he had known you felt exactly as he did, perhaps you would have even been enough to keep him in the West? Would he have taken the oath if he had already been content with you as his wife to be by his side always? Such thoughts plagued him for decades as he remained chained.

♡ eventually, he was freed by his cousin and brought back amongst his kin where he was shocked to discover that you had come to the East and you wished to see him. He had wept upon his cousin's shoulder at the thought of you seeing him like this: covered in scars, frail, missing a hand, bearing an irreparable eye. He felt hideous, unsightly, a creature never to be seen by the ethereal likes of yourself. But you had joined the last of the groups to cross the Helcaraxë when you heard of the fëanorians' oath and the kinslayings. You had wanted to bring him home and you had remained in Middle Earth, assisting Fingon in his quest to free Maedhros from the Dark Lord's tormenting prison. How could you ever love him as he was now? Broken, hideous, blood upon his hands.

♡ it had hurt to have Fingon relay to you that your friend did not wish to see you but the dark-haired ellon had implored you to stay, to not give up and simply give Maedhros some time to recover before he would be ready to see you. And wait you did.

♡ when Maedhros finally permitted you to see him, all his injuries had healed and scars reflected the memory of where they had once been. He had an eye patch across his left eye, scars covered his body like rivers covered the land and he was much thinner and paler than when you had last seen him. He no longer shone with health and happiness as he once had when you last knew him.

♡ he found it near impossible to meet your eyes as you sat down on the other chair at the little table where he had set out some tea for the both of you in an act of hospitality, knowing it can't have been easy to know he had refused your company for so many months. He was just relieved that you hadn't seen him as skin stretched over malnourished bones, as the bruised and mangled mess he had been when Fingon carried him back here.

"I'm sorry I... I thought I could do this but I can't..." His voice was shaky, scratchy, as though he were afraid it would waver or break should he speak any louder. He wanted you to leave.

"Maitimo..." You reached out to him and placed your hand upon his wrist as there was no longer a hand there for you to hold, "I just want to be here for you... I'm here to listen to whatever you have to say, just like we used to, hm?" He swallowed hard and wished to look into your dark and beautiful eyes that reflected light like stars against the night sky. He didn't have the courage nor the self-esteem to do so, finding it much easier to share his troubles with you if he looked away.

"How can you still want to be around me? How could you leave your home to chase after me, knowing what I had already done by then?"

"Because you mean the world to me." You had replied so quickly he knew it had to be an untainted truth, "Because I wanted to know what had happened and when I arrived here and heard what had become of you I..." He listened as you sniffled slightly, the memory of being told what had happened to your dearest friend still feeling so raw and fresh, "I cannot say I support everything you have done since leaving the West, Maitimo-" You always used his mother-name and it brought tears to his eye to recall how well you got on with his mother, how she adored you. You would have been perfect together, surely? How did he let his life take this turn? "-but you don't deserve to be alone."

"How can you bear to be in my company when I look as I do?" He swallowed down the growing burn at the back of his throat at laying his insecurity so bare to you. But he had always done so with you anyway. Perhaps you and Fingon, maybe Maglor, would be the only ones to ever hear such vulnerabilities fall from his scar-dissected lips.

"Don't you dare talk about yourself like that. Don't you dare." Your voice had dropped to an urgent whisper and it was enough to make him finally meet your gaze. It was enough to make those tears run down from his eye and across his cheek. "You're beautiful Maitimo-"

"Don't lie to me to make me feel better." He cut you off but you persisted.

"If you think that the way you look now could ever change how much I love you, you're sorely mistaken. I, who often stayed awake wondering how someone so beautiful could possibly compare me to the two trees, to put me above them? I don't think you understand how much of my insecurity you healed and I'll be damned before I let you wallow in self-hatred like this." You took out a little battered notebook from your pocket and pushed it towards him. He reached forwards to thumb the pages open and found the pages covered in ink recounting compliments he had given you, words designed to combat your insecurity that he could never comprehend as you were so fair in his eyes.

You had worried that your hair did not flow like sheets of silk as other elleths' did, feeling singled out by your hair's volume and texture. He had likened you to the blossoming bows of trees in spring, so much lovelier, fuller in his eyes. There was even a pressed flower, one of many he had slotted into your hair to prove his point as blossoms and petals had fallen around you.

Your skin didn't resemble the porcelain or ivory of the other elleths around you. Once, by the coast, he had pointed out the similarity between your own skin and the rocks beneath the glittering light of the trees; dark and shimmering and seemingly transformed to the most precious jewels beneath the golden light.

Your eyes weren't the bright blues or pale greys of other elleths. He had likened them to the night sky and Varda's stars or Telperion's light dancing upon Ulmo's waters in the night, to jewels unknown to the eldar.

"And I'll return the favour." You spoke with conviction, moving your chair close to his once you observed that he had finished reading. "Your hair shines like copper in firelight." He tried to shy away from your touch when you brushed a stray lock behind his ear, cupping his scarred cheek and yet his resistance melted in your presence and instead he melted into your touch, leaning into the warmth of your palm. "So coveted and rare back home... a bit like mine in that sense." You offered him a sweet smile.

"Your scars tell your story. You were strong, stronger than even the Dark Lord and his servants who would have seen you broken. You survived, you escaped and you're here with us now. I had never seen such scars upon bodies until I arrived here but... dare I say there's a rugged attractiveness to them? And that they look especially good on you compared to any other I've seen?"

"You can't mean that..." He turned his face towards your palm, lips brushing against his skin and he yearned to be worthy enough to kiss your fingers.

"I would never lie to you, Maitimo." You spoke to erase his doubt and put forward your genuineness, "Likewise for your hand and eye... They hurt you so terribly and yet you survived. Your hand... It's not my place to tell you what you have or haven't lost, I know, but in my want to show you my optimism, might I suggest that this scar right here-" Your other hand brushed against the nub that ended at his wrist, "-was one given to you out of love? Not out of malice like all the others. This one was not to torment you but to free you. It was a sacrifice, yes, but it is a scar given to you out of love, no?" You weren't entirely wrong about that. To begin with, Maitimo wondered if it would have been better or worse to remain a prisoner or to have lost his hand but Fingon had been ever-present through his recovery and he couldn't hold it against his dear cousin now that he was free and learning how to use a sword with his other hand. He was quickly growing used to this new reality. "Can I... can I see your eye?" You asked carefully, earning a sharp shake of his head.

"No..." The word barely a whisper, "Not you... anyone but you..." The words stung slightly as you immediately took them the wrong way before reminding yourself that this was his insecurity speaking. You had once understood that well enough.

"Please?" Your fingers brushed over the eye patch and he met your dark eyes for a brief moment before nodding his head minutely. You carefully removed it to find that a great scar ran over it and the pale grey of his iris had turned milky white, his pupil completely sliced through. He could no longer see with it and yet tears could well in it all the same. Carefully, as though approaching a deer you could so easily spook, you leaned up out of your seat and let him feel your breath fan softly against his face before you pressed your lips to his scarred eyelid, cupping his face tenderly in his hands as you did so. "I love you, Maitimo, and nothing will ever change that. I love you as you are now, despite what you've done and even with the way you look, not despite it because you will always be beautiful in my eyes."

"I just don't understand how you can..." He gritted his teeth to hold back a sob as he looked down at his hand and wrist in his lap, a reminder of how beaten his body was and always would be now.

"Then let me show you, let me tell you every day because I don't just love you, I'm in love with you. I have been for decades." That was enough to finally catch his attention and you never imagined that Maedhros the tall could ever look so vulnerable as he looked up at you with misty eyes and a quivering bottom lip.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked aloud, whether to you or himself, you didn't know but he soon wrapped his arms around you and buried his face against the softness of your chest, finding an unspeakable comfort in your embrace as you wrapped an arm around him in turn and caressed his hair with your other hand. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I've loved you too." He whispered urgently and you could feel the dampness of his tears as you hushed him until they dried and the two of you were sitting closely to each other on the window seat, catching up and gossiping idly about his brothers like you had done all the time back home.

He closed his eyes and imagined that nothing had changed except for the fact that you were his and he was yours.

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[asktheunicronduology]

HERE'S ANGST CONTENT OF MY UNICRON TRILOGY OCS 😝😝‼️‼️ (DOOMED FAMILY FOUND ARE MEIMEI AND OPTIMUS) ft: Morris, Kumu

"What is it that you want, meimei?" -Optimus prime

"i wanted to be with an autobot who treated me kindly." -Meimei

"I'm so sorry." -Optimus prime

meimei was displeased, but she didn't say anything. lovely is going to be reborn as a human, a real human and herself will be all alone in this void.

but hey, look! optimus has her doll when she was a child. her biological father gave it to her and then just left her to died alone in the past, but it's okay..her doll will be on her side forever.

"I'm the one who'll be watching you in your eternal sleep, you'll not be alone your doll will protect you. it's okay, now Lovely is okay everything is okay." -Optimus prime

"I'm sorry, if i have to leave you alone just like your father did to you." -Optimus prime

"It's fine, everything is fine..finally. i can rest, again. Thanks you, papa." -Meimei

MORRIS AND KUMU

"you know the truth, kumu. you are the devil's son and I'm the angel, and if angels fall in love with the devils. they will be tortured, and will kill the devil. but i submitted myself to the followers of the god and gave her my eyes. my sole priority is to protect you from all danger, and also your brother." -Morris

"Yes, i know.. but don't you get very lonely of how you left me at earth..!!" -Kumu

Morris's eyes were widen at kumu's words, no one knows how morris was very lonely without kumu.

"Yes, i do get lonely kumu. everyone does, no one understands me expect you, kumu! you always has been there for me even when I'm in despair! and all i do for you is nothing to me! how could i repay for your kindness..?" -Morris

"You always has repayed me, and I'm very grateful..i was very, very grateful for that I'm so grateful that you became my friend even when I'm the devil's son...thanks you." -Kumu

"Oh, kumu..my dearest." -morris

Also my art of meimei and lovely, and the other lol :3

I forgot to mention that nomi is a ragdoll who's alexis's childhood friend and probably considered her as Alexis's daughter figure :D

Magical girl lovely :D

Fun fact: on earth, her full name is lovely lilly flowerly :3

The first pic is her as a baby :3 (i imagined her being taken care of the decepticons)

And the second one is her in her school uniform :D

Alexis and nomi :3

Kumu and morris cat forms :D

Lovely as a god (I'll really redesign her soon-)

And this's meimei (Lovely's wife 😝😝‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️👎👎👎😮💖💖💖💖💖💖) lazy art of her- HATE HER DIE 😈😈😈

My art of alexis and sideways (In a cutie disguise 😍 fake name: Eve)

Lovely in her causal form :3

Her body is so broken.

Anyway, i hope you enjoyed this ask :D i hope you have a lovely day/afternoon-evening/night :333 💖💖💖💖⁉️⁉️⁉️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Also i forgot one thing.. Alexis thi dang is included in my doomed yuri :3 (it's okay if you don't like it lol!!)

y'all check this shit out

[ship-ambrosia]

WIP Word Search

Thanks to @gingersprites for tagging me!

My words are touch | snow | moon | song | wave

Touch

- What is dead may never die (Time traveler Theon monster fic (that I’m in love with 😍))

“You’ve done nothing but care for me since we arrived in King’s Landing,” she spoke even softer, as if she feared being overheard. “No, even before that. You were always Robb’s dearest friend, and then suddenly your attention was on me. Every action and gesture was so genuine and kind, that next to you Joffrey always looked shallow.”

“Good,” Theon croaked, hardly able to speak under her gaze. “I was trying to prove you deserve better than him.”

“I do,” she agreed. “I deserve you.”

“Lady Sansa-“

“You are brave and gentle and strong, Theon. You are the match my father said he would make for me,” Sansa wrapped her arms around his neck, her very touch shooting electricity through his body. “You’ve protected me, you told me yourself that everything you’ve done in King’s Landing was all to protect me. How could I not fall in love with your devotion? It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Snow

- Also What is dead may never die (still love it)

“There are only five Starks,” Jon said, bitter and sadness all in his voice, glaring at Theon as if he hated being counted among Ned Stark’s children. “I only see five pups.”

Still holding the wolf he knew to be called “Lady” as soon as they got home and he would place it into the arms of the eldest daughter, Theon indicated a ways off with his chin. “Over there. A pure white pup, the runt of the litter. White like snow for you, Jon. So you can keep pretending you aren’t a Stark.”

Jon gave him an incredulous look, before making his way over to a mewling, whining direwolf. Once he lifted the pup into his arms, Ghost went quiet; and Theon knew he would remain that way.

Moon

- Sunshine/The Prince of Winterfell (May YOTP)

She saw the dark clouds forming around his head, so she reached up to caress the scruff of his beard as she planted a gentle kiss on his lips, trying to draw him back into the warm sunlight of the Glass Garden and the bundle of joy between them. “What’s his name, Theon?” She asked softly after having parted from their embrace, but not moving away.

They were so close that the toddler was pressed between them, and Theon wrapped his arms around both him and Sansa. He smiled down at the little Ironborn boy, a sadder smile than before, but certainly an improvement from any thoughts of the Long Night, as he pressed a kiss into the curls on the top of his head that mirrored his own.

“They called him Snow still,” he told her. “Would’ve given him a name on the one-year anniversary of being brought to the orphanage, which the nurse said was within the next moon. So, Queen Sansa, what would you like to name him?”

“Robb,” she said without a moment of hesitation. “Robb Stark, the Prince of Winterfell.”

Song

- The Princess and the Pirate (Modern AU bodice rippers hehe)

“Sansa~!”

She looked toward the sing-song voice to find Margaery gliding from the other end of the office toward her as quickly as she could in six inch heels (which was really much faster than anyone should be able to move in such shoes). Once her best friend has reached her, Margaery planted a kiss on her friend’s cheek. “I was beginning to fret, darling. Three minutes late is so not like you!”

Sansa sighed. “I stayed up much later than I meant to last night.”

Margaery quirked an eyebrow. “Reading, perhaps?”

She suppressed a giggle. It was an endless source of amusement, that Margaery should be such a huge fan of her books. It wasn’t that Sansa intentionally hid it from her, at least not at first; when the first Edric and Arielle book had gotten quite a bit of buzz, and Sansa had received her first large paycheck from the publishing company, she had literally just opened her mouth to tell Margaery about it. However, Margaery promptly plopped a copy into Sansa’s lap, gushing about how she had read the book in one evening and that Sansa simply had to read it because Alayne Stone wrote the steamiest, most toe-curling romance imaginable.

Wave

- Two Queens and a Champion (Theon rises again, as the Drowned God’s champion)

“Do you remember who you are?”

Theon opened his eyes. The first thing he felt was confusion at the lack of discomfort in his bones. Even when he was in the best shape he had been in years, there was always still some protest from his fingers, from his knees. Instead, he only felt a gentle sensation across his skin, like the gentle waves of a calm day on Pyke. He had not stood in the waves off the shore of his home since before taking Winterfell. It felt a lifetime ago, a wholly different person.

More and more things did not make sense, the more Theon came to life, his brain and thoughts slowly coming back to him. He remembered the cold. He remembered the dance of flames. He remembered a tenseness in his shoulders as he… yes, as he drew back the string of his bow, armed with flaming arrows. Why had he needed flaming arrows?

And then at all at once, he felt an impact to his gut, as visions of the undead running at him while making an unholy noise crossed his eyes. His whole body recoiled around the impact, as he remembered a pair of ice-blue eyes staring into him as he sputtered blood into the snow. Now all that came out of his mouth were bubbles. That was it, that explained the sensation against his skin, and the free floating of his hair. He was underwater. He was dead.

Tagging @breakers-nim and @grey-joys. This one’s really hard 😂 (I recommend using google docs to search for the words). Anyone else who wants to do it is absolutely welcome!

The words I assign are:

heart | brave | sweet | tears | strong

[errythinisblue]

Hi! You probably don't know me but I utterly adore you and your blog 😍 can you pls sth about dad! Rúben based on a pic where he's like on holiday with his wife and daughter and he's like looking out of the window with his baby, like sharing a really cute moment. Thank youuuuuu I love youuuu ❤❤❤ (I can send you the pic if you want) TONY

OMG you’re so kind, you’re gonna make me emotional my dearest TONY anon! 💓💓💓 you and your request with dad! Rúben have really made my day! LOVE YOU LOTS! And I hope you’ll like this!💗💕

Portuguese holidays.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: This is how your Portuguese holidays start: surrounded by family and love, in a dreamy house and with a beautiful surprise too.

Warnings: a few sexual innuendos at the end, that’s it!

gif credits to @ruben-dias

Isabel Dias was the sun in yours and Rúben’s lives. She was such a cute little girl, with light brown hair just like her dad had when he was a baby, and the biggest, roundest Y/E/C eyes. She had the same soft look her father had in his brown orbs, and her kindness showed even through her simple actions. She wasn’t even one yet, and you all were completely smitten with her.

 Isabel was born last year on the 25th of July, and she indeed was a little Leo girl. She had a strong personality and she was a natural leader, you could already tell as she bossed her dad and uncle around; but that was probably too easy even for her, because Rúben and Ivan fought most of the time to gain her attention. You loved to see how much your baby girl was comfortable around Rúben’s family, and you were absolutely ecstatic at the thought you would be spending all summer, including Isa’s first birthday, with them in Portugal.

 You decided it was fair for your little family to be spending the summer holidays in your boyfriend’s home country; you knew how much family meant to Rúben, and how much he missed it when he was in Manchester, since he only had his brother there with him apart from you and Isa. And this showed when you explained your idea to him, because as soon as you asked him what he thought about going to Portugal for the summer, you could see his eyes sparkle with pure joy.

 That joy never left his spirit not even for a second; if it was possible it only increased once you landed in Portugal. His parents were already waiting for you at the airport, and you could see their happy faces as soon as they saw you walk towards them: you were holding Isabel by her chubby hands as she was still wobbly on her little legs, since she started taking her first steps not too long ago; Rúben walked by your side with your bags in his hands and his eyes focused on his daughter’s movements, as he encouraged her like he would always do.

 “Good job princesinha!” he told his daughter with his high pitched, sweet voice that he reserved just for her, “Look at you, you’re doing so good!”

 “C’mon Isa, just a few steps more and you can hug your grandparents, c’mon!” you told her as you caressed the back of her hands with your thumbs, watching as her face scrunched up in concentration, another trait she picked from Rúben.

 “Olá Isabel! Hi!” Rúben’s mother showered Isabel with kisses as soon as she was in her arms, “You grew up so much little one!”

 Your boyfriend circled your waist with his arm as the two of you were watching the sweet exchange between your daughter and her grandparents; her avós, that was how Rúben called them to try and teach her some portuguese words, even if she was only babbling as for now. Of course it wasn’t the first time they saw her, they were in Manchester with you when Isa was born, but it would always be something special to see them reunite, to see Isabel bond with them and get acquainted with her portuguese roots.

 “When did she get so big??” Rúben murmured as he looked at your daughter laughing, as his father tickled her belly.

 “I was wondering the same thing really,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder, “she looks so at ease with them.”

 “She does!” he agreed, “I wouldn’t want to sound too eager but… do you know what that means?”

 “I don’t really, no,” you shook your head smiling as you turned your head to look at him, “but tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours?? I can see the cogs turning.”

 “That means that mummy and daddy can finally have some alone time while we’re here,” your boyfriend said, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking down at you, “like… I could whisk you away for a romantic dinner, and we could finally enjoy a real date, only me and you…”

 “This sounds so tempting…” you wrapped your hands around his arm, pressing your forehead to his shoulder and leaving small kisses on his warm skin as you inhaled his scent; as you raised your face to look at him again, you bit your lower lip at the thought of finally spending some time alone with Rúben. It felt like you didn’t have a proper date night in forever, between his job and his full working schedule, and the little girl that was still giggling in her grandpa’s arms; the two of you were living off little moments snatched here and there when Rúben was home and Isa was asleep peacefully in her crib.

 “It does,” he assured, winking at you, “we could even go tonight if you feel like it, I’m sure my parents won’t mind having Isa with them on her first night here… and there’s Ivan too with them, in case they’d need a hand…”

 “Yeah, yeah that would be the perfect way to start our holiday!” you nodded enthusiastically, before a giant yawn escaped your lips, “Might have to take a nap before we go though…”

 “Well we can go home now and rest, Isa needs to eat and take her nap too by the way.” he said, pressing his lips to your temple in the most caring gesture ever, “Then when we’re done we can leave her with my parents and go out…”

 “Sounds like a plan…” you sleepily smiled at him, intertwining your hand with his bigger one and lacing your fingers together, walking behind Rúben’s parents and watching Isa play with her grandma’s hair.

 “Don’t hurt your nana princess.” Rúben warned Isabel as he watched her every move.

 “Oh don’t worry Rúben, she’s just playing, she won’t hurt me I’m sure…” his mother smiled softly at him, loving her son’s caring side.

 “I wouldn’t be so sure about that mum, she’s crazy for hair, she manages to pull on mine too, not to mention on Y/N’s longer ones…” Rúben playfully narrowed his eyes at Isabel while he poked her little nose with his finger, “So be aware of my princesinha…” he joked as Isa was making grabby hands to go in her father’s arms, ending up in yours instead as Rúben had to carry your luggage.

 “When we’re home I’ll give you all the cuddles in the world little one, now be good to your mum, because she’s tired okay?” Rúben talked to Isa as you walked side by side, and the little girl in your arms was listening to every word he was saying nodding her head as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

 Luckily it didn’t take long for you all to get to the house you rented for your holidays; you didn’t know if it was because you were tired or because you couldn’t wait to get there, but as soon as you stepped inside you fell in love with the place. You were surrounded by white walls and furniture, the wooden floor was a stark contrast to the light colors of the house, but the giant windows enlightened perfectly the space around you. The house was perfect, it was like you always imagined a house in Algarve would be; and you couldn’t wait to spend the whole summer there.

 “Do you like it?” Rúben asked you as he left the bags by the door.

 “Like it?? Rúben I love it!” you couldn’t contain your happiness, and it showed by the big smile on your lips.

 “I knew you would, that’s why I chose this house…” he hugged you and kissed your cheek tenderly, before he pecked Isa’s cheek too as she was still in your arms.

 “Do you know how much I love you??” you turned your face towards him, and bumped your nose with his while you looked him straight in the eyes.

 “Not more than I love you for sure…” he murmured, almost as if he was out of breath, before he kissed you softly, lovingly on your lips.

 That sweet moment between the two of you was cut short by two little hands pushing your faces apart; Isa was looking at you two with a frown on her face, before she dived her head in between yours and Rúben’s faces, in a clear signal she was the one who wanted all the kisses to herself.

 “You’re right baby girl, I promised you cuddles, and cuddles it is!” your boyfriend said, circling both you and Isa with his arms and pressing countless kisses on both of your faces.

 Once the first cuddles session of the day was over and after you had your lunch, it was time for Rúben to show you what would have been your room for the holidays. As soon as he opened the door, your jaw fell to the floor; you put Isabel down to let her crawl around and explore the room, while you couldn’t believe the beauty you were seeing. The room was full of light, coming from the big windows that were right in front of the bed; a king sized bed, with delicate white linen sheets and what looked like the most comfortable satin cushions, was at your right as you made a few steps in the room in awe of what you were seeing in front of you: the most beautiful view appeared before your eyes, as you stood in front of the window walls.

 After Rúben made sure that Isabel was peacefully sleeping in her crib, finally taking her nap, he walked up behind you, taking his hands out of his shorts’ pockets to rest them on your hips.

 “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” he asked you, referring to the ocean view that was displayed in front of your eyes.

 “It is, I-I’m speechless…” you stuttered as you put your hands on top of his that were still on your waist.

 “I can tell,” Rúben half laughed in your neck, as he pressed kisses here and there on your soft skin, “do you wanna lay down for a bit? We could enjoy the view even from our bed amor...”

 “Yeah, I could definitely use some rest…” you whispered as you leant your head back against his chest, closing your eyes as you relished in the feeling of Rúben’s loving touch.

 As soon as he heard your words he took you in his strong arms and carried you to bed, gently laying you down before he laid down beside you; he then opened his arms and patted his chest with his hand, inviting you to lay your head on him. And that’s exactly what you did, you curled up against his body, resting your head on his chest that was barely covered by his tank top; Rúben circled your waist with his arms once again, while he left feather light kisses in your hair, and gently lulling you to sleep.

 He acknowledged he fell asleep too, only when Isabel started babbling in her crib, waking him up. He never was a light sleeper, but since your daughter was born it was like he had an instinct that told him when she would need him.

 When he turned his head towards Isa’s crib, after he opened his eyes, he saw her smiling at him and he felt like his heart was going to burst of happiness. He slowly unwrapped his arms from around you, and kissed the tip of your nose while he removed some strands of hair that had fallen before your eyes; he then got out of bed, shaking his arms that had fallen asleep after they held you in the same position for probably too long. He covered you up with a comforter, thinking you’d need something to stay warm, seen as you would always rely on him to keep you warm, even during summer times.

 “Olá bebezinha…” he murmured to Isabel, as she started to jump on her legs, leaning with her hands on the crib’s edge, “Ohh looks like someone wants to get out of her bed now!” he breathed a laugh through his nose making Isabel giggle too, “Shhh little girl, we don’t want to wake mummy yet, do we?” Rúben took your daughter in his arms and smooched her face as she snuggled into his chest.

 After they had their faire share of cuddles once again, Isa pointed to the window wall, silently telling her dad that she wanted to stand closer to the window. Rúben laughed at that, thinking that she loved the sea probably as much as you did; he let Isabel stand on her chubby feet and guided her to stand in front of the window, taking small steps just like she did.

 He let her stand on her own, as she leaned her tiny hands against the glass while she looked out of the window. He watched her and laughed at her unknown words. Isabel was extremely curious, and she was so smart, Rúben wasn’t really surprised when he looked at her and saw her talking in her own language, while she moved her hands around to point at things, a habit she took from him nonetheless.

 “You like the sea hm? Your mummy likes it too…” he told Isabel, sweetly smiling at her as she smiled back at him. As if you heard them talk about you, you silently stirred in your sleep and slowly opened your eyes. You thought you were still dreaming as you observed Rúben and Isabel interact in front of the window; he was sat right beside her, looking at her with the most precious smile on his lips, watching how she was slowly discovering the world that was out of that window wall.

 Luckily for you, your phone was laying on the bed right beside you, and you could grab it without them noticing; you couldn’t resist the urge to take a picture of them, as you wanted to capture that moment forever. You snapped countless pictures of the two of them; after you did that, you locked your phone and placed it on the bed once again to watch them and how they were engrossed in each other.

  “You know how we call it here? We call it mar.” you heard Rúben whisper to Isabel, while he observed how her facial features showed concentration as she was attentively listening to her dad’s words.

 “M-mar?” the word came tentatively out of Isabel’s mouth while she looked out of the window once again.

 “Yeah, yeah baby it’s- wait what??” Rúben’s head snapped in his daughter’s direction, as he looked at her with wide eyes.

 “Mar!” Isabel replied, giggling this time as she found her father’s face amusing.

 “Rúben did she just say her first word???” you shot up to seat on the bed, immediately getting out of it to reach your boyfriend and daughter to fully live that moment with them.

 “I-I think she did!” he replied, still seemingly shocked by his daughter saying her first word.

 “Isa can you say it again?” you softly asked her as you sat in Rúben’s lap, gently caressing her hair.

 She looked at you for a moment, but when she didn’t say a word you thought she was never going to tell that word to anybody that wasn’t her father, she was a daddy’s girl after all and that wasn’t a mystery. That was until she climbed up your legs to sit on your lap, and after you cradled her against your chest, Isabel pointed her little finger to the endless stretch of blue water and said “Mar!”

 “Oh my God! Yes! Yes sweetheart, mar! That’s the sea!” you smiled the biggest you could as you heard her speak her first word once again, “You’re so smart little one, such a good girl!” you praised her as Rúben watched the two of you, with his chin leaning on your shoulder from behind and the purest smile ever on his face.

 “Looks like I won the bet then…” Rúben murmured in your ear, smirking as he thought back at the bet you two made: you bet Isabel’s first word would have been an English one, while Rúben had a feeling her first word would have been a Portuguese one, ‘pai’ to be precise as he secretly hoped she would have called him ‘dad’ in his mother tongue. And apparently his gut instinct was right, even if the word wasn’t what he imagined it would be.

 “Apparently you did…” you said as you leaned your head against him, to let him press a few kisses down your jaw, “But still, she didn’t say ‘pai’.” you sniggered as you made fun of him.

 “What do you say about making another bet then?” he lowered his voice almost to a growl as he asked you his question.

 “Another? Babe you’ve literally just won this one!” you laughed as you watched Isabel crawl around the room once again.

 “Yes, that’s your price to pay for losing. You have to bet against me another time…” he said as his kisses were going down your neck now, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

 “What do you wanna bet on then?” you said, almost out of breath.

 “I bet that even if Isa didn’t call me ‘pai’ yet,” his breath fanned against your heated skin as he spoke, before you felt his lips brush against your shoulder as he continued, “You’ll call me ‘daddy’ after our date, tonight, when it’s only me and you…”

 “I’ll never let you win twice in a day Dias.” you smirked as you looked at him over your shoulder.

 “Looks like we have a deal then.” he said, tightening his hold on your hips.

 “Deal.”

[rosesfox]

Do you think SJM introduced the pregnancy plot line to ACOSF to get Nesta and Elain to contribute to the plot? I think she did, which is a shame, because there are so many ways to get her sisters involved. I think what I am going to say next sounds sexist, but I wonder how Feyre will handle having a child and helping Rhysand with Bryce. Rhysand does not seem like the type of father that is very involved in the early baby stages so Feyre would be dealing with all of that. Realistically, there would be no way that she would extremely involved so she would only be able to help sparingly. How do you think Feyre’s role will change in the upcoming books? Do you think she will be relegated to housewife and mother (there is not anything wrong with it, I just think it differs from what we know about Feyre) or will she be very involved in the crossover?

yes, i agree with you abt the sisters part.

as for nyx, i think this would be a direct contradiction to what rhysand says in acomaf, that feyre wouldn't stay behind the scenes looking after the kids. if that happens, then i'd think sarah will have ruined both characters. yk, i personally don't think that's going to happen, and i think rhys will make a point of being a good father (and husband) and being as present as possible. he's a sweetheart, i love him and i'm looking forward to seeing him as daddy rhys 🥰😍

what i expect from feyre is that she gives nyx a little kiss on the cheek, puts him in rhysand's arms and goes kick some ass with bryce. i obviously want cute family scenes too, but what i want most is to see my badass high lady in action. always.

(we know she won't let go of rhys, her strongest and dearest character, so let's go the theories and my curses.) the hard part for me is really imagining who will take care of nyx now, right, since feysand are in the middle of two possible wars and one of them isn't even from their world. i imagine that if feysand left nyx in someone else's care, the haters would say: what irresponsible parents!, and if they stayed with nyx and didn't participate in the action, they'd say they got boring or that feyre (because the judgment is always higher for the woman) really became invalid. but i think rhysand would go with feyre in all possible scenarios. i don't think he would leave her to fight, especially not with a six month old baby nyx.

see, sarah travels so much in these plots of hers, sometimes she can be so dumb. what the fuck is she going to do? why did she have to invent this ridiculous pregnancy if she intended to extend the universe so much? it would be so much smarter to leave it for the end of the saga. oh boy

[geralts-yenn]

I swear my heart was racing as I awaited Marke's decission on that matter. I really feared that we're going for the angsty part aready...

And I think all their friends had plentiful of work to keep the two of them apart.

“My uncle, king Marke, has given me his permission to ask you for Tamsyn’s hand in marriage, and I have come to do just that. I promise you; I seek your blessing, not a dowry.” There it was again, this time clearer to be heard than before: a slight trembling of his voice, revealing some of the nerves he appeared to be feeling. Still, he hid them far better than you did, of course, though you were only standing there, listening. Your lip trembled, and the tears had not yet disappeared from the corners of your eyes. Whether Melot saw it when he looked at you, you could not say.  “I love her. And if my senses don’t deceive me, she loves me too.” One look was plenty for your father to ascertain the truth in that statement, and he smiled gently as he prepared his answer.

“My dearest Tamsyn, ever since the day we first met, thoughts of you have occupied my mind. Your beauty, kindness and intelligence have captured my heart. I cannot begin to imagine life without you, but I am convinced it would hardly be worth living. You fill my heart with warmth and joy. I promise to always cherish and protect you, and to provide for you the life you deserve. Would you do me the incredible honour of becoming my wife?”

@raccoon-eyed-rebel you are killing me with the sweetness and fluff in this fic! 😍😍😍

White blossoms - Chapter 3

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Pairing: Melot x OFC (Tamsyn)

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Fluff. Shenanigans. Historical inaccuracies, probably.

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Indeed, you were right: Your uncle didn’t wait until after supper to bring up the matter of you taking Tamsyn as your wife. In fact, he was not at all hesitant to give you permission to talk to her father. 

“Thank you, uncle,” you said, but your face dropped when you were told of the single caveat to his permission. 

“No more roaming about in the woods with that girl,” he said sternly, “or any girl. It isn’t how things are supposed to be.” Clearly, he had spoken to your mother.  

“I promise, uncle,” you replied, but he did not seem to believe you one bit. That was probably for the best, in all honesty, because after sharing that sweet kiss this afternoon, you were mostly occupied with thoughts of how you could get that close to her again. And sooner rather than later, if it was at all up to you. 

A perfectly fine opportunity to sneak out of the castle presented itself that night, and you gladly took it. You were careful not to be seen as you stalked through the streets, making your way to Tamsyn’s house. The sound of your knuckles against the wooden door barely cut through the sounds of the night, and at first you were afraid she hadn’t heard you, but you did not dare knock louder. After a while, the door opened - but only slightly. 

“Melot?” Utter confusion lay in her voice. 

“May I come in?” you said without thinking. 

“I hardly think so,” she scolded you. “I’m not decent, and you’re not supposed to be here. Whatever it is can wait until morning.” 

“He gave me his permission, my love,” you blurted out, unable to keep your excitement from seeping into your voice.

“What? Who did?” she replied, still confused as to what was going on. The door opened slightly wider, allowing you to see her face. Her hair had been covered hastily, you noticed. 

“My uncle,” you explained. “I have his permission to speak to your father. To ask for your hand in marriage.” The confused expression on Tamsyn’s face was swiftly replaced by one that matched your own elation. 

“Do you, really?” It was almost impossible to discern the soft trembling of her voice as she reached for your hand in disbelief, still not opening the door any further. “I wish I could give you the answer myself.”

“As do I,” you said as you brought her hand to your lips and chastely kissed it. “When will your parents return?” Your heart sank as she told you it would be several more days. 

“Are you impatient, Melot?” Her eyes were curious, kind as they always were, yet the playful tone in her voice was what had you beside yourself with desire for her gentle touch.

“Quite, my dearest,” you said with a soft smile. For a moment, you contemplated whether you should make her privy to the thoughts that were the cause of your hurry. It could hardly hurt to tell her. She was to be your wife, after all. “And I find I am quite nervous.” 

“Nervous?” Of course, she could scarcely believe you. What were you thinking, admitting something like that to the woman you wished to marry! Why should she want a husband that worried over such things? “Whatever for?”

“What if your father doesn’t agree?” you whispered softly, only hoping it was loud enough for Tamsyn to hear you. Apparently, she did, because she put a hand on your cheek, and dragged a thumb over it slowly and tenderly. 

“You’re the king’s nephew, Melot,” she said, “my parents will be ecstatic.”

“They won’t be if the two of you get caught out here, in the middle of the night,” Tristan muttered from behind you so suddenly that you pulled your knife on him. He almost walked into it - hardly your fault, or so you thought. “Put that away, you fool! And come back home, immediately, before they realise we’re gone!”

“What are you doing here?”

“Are you truly that dim? I’m looking for you! Your mother will have an absolute fit if she finds out you have taken off - yet, again - mere hours after you promised your uncle to go about this the proper way. Come with me, now, lest we both hang for your mistakes. Or worse; she gets in trouble.” Tristan grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you along. The only thing left for you to do as you took your leave was to wave at Tamsyn in the dark and hope she saw. 

From that evening onward, every minute spent without him was twice its usual length - and much to your regret, there were quite a few of those. Time passed by so terribly slowly that you were quite unsure it progressed at all, and two days seemed like an eternity. Both you and Melot were kept perfectly occupied by the obligations of daily life, and save for a few glances and the odd stolen moment, you hardly saw each other at all. Your friends, too, seemed to be henchmen in God’s cruel scheme to separate the two of you: every time you threatened to run into each other, someone managed to pull you apart yet again. 

When finally your parents returned, you ran outside to meet them. It wasn’t much like you, you had to admit, but you had never been happier to see them return than you were right now. 

“That’s quite the welcome, dear daughter,” your mother said as you hugged her and welcomed her back home. You helped your parents with their effects and ushered them inside as quickly as you could. 

“Father,” you said, “there’s someone who wants to talk to you.” It was utterly impossible to hide your excitement, therefore you ceased the endeavour at once. 

“Who? And whatever about?” Your father was clearly tired, but this conversation simply could not wait. Your mother, however, was quicker to understand the situation, and she was quick to share in your exhilaration. 

“Is it lord Melot?” she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. You nodded profusely in reply to her query. “The king’s nephew wants to talk to your father? Now, whatever could that be about?” 

Your mother’s lips curled up into a kind smile when she saw your reaction as someone knocked on the door. Could it be him? Please, God, please, let it be him! Your heart felt like it was about to burst with emotion, and it came as no surprise that you were wholly unable to hide your disappointment when it was Beryan at your door instead of the man you hoped to see. 

“Why on earth are you here?” you said to her, unfriendlier perhaps than was necessary, but alas, the words had already slipped past your lips. She paid you no mind, and stepped into your home without an invitation - which one might consider curt or presumptuous, but given the news she brought, you could hardly be cross with her. 

“Tristan and Aedan saw your parents’ arrival,” she said in a melodious voice that let you know there was more to come. 

“I imagine they are hardly the only ones,” you said as calmly as possible, but your heart beat so loudly you were certain everyone in the room might hear it. 

“They returned to the castle immediately. The same place they had only just left…” The implication in her statement was, naturally, that they had made their way back to fetch your beloved, but since he was still not here, this knowledge did nothing to quiet your nerves.

The next knock on the door made you jump. This time, when the door opened, you were met with the face of the man you hoped would soon become your husband. Beryan took your hand in his and squeezed it. Meanwhile, you were sure you would faint if this situation dragged on any longer. The uncertainty was simply unbearable. 

“Good day, Dylan,” Melot said to your father.

“My lord, I am truly honoured by your visit,” your father said as he invited Melot into your home. “May I inquire as to the occasion?” It seemed to be the case that your father did not yet realise what was going on, the poor man. Perhaps he simply dared not believe it was possible - after all, he had been more than aware that Melot had been courting you. Surely, he had known what such a thing would lead to?

“I have come to request your permission to marry your daughter,” Melot said. Were you imagining things, or did his voice tremble as he spoke? Your father was less subtle in concealing his emotions; a look of surprise lay clearly displayed in the features of his face.

“My lord, we are but common people. I feel obliged to call your attention to the fact that we have very little to offer in terms of dowry.” When your father spoke the words, you could barely keep your tears from escaping your eyes. Why had he allowed your courtship, why had he encouraged it, if he was not intent on giving Melot his blessing.

“My uncle, king Marke, has given me his permission to ask you for Tamsyn’s hand in marriage, and I have come to do just that. I promise you; I seek your blessing, not a dowry.” There it was again, this time clearer to be heard than before: a slight trembling of his voice, revealing some of the nerves he appeared to be feeling. Still, he hid them far better than you did, of course, though you were only standing there, listening. Your lip trembled, and the tears had not yet disappeared from the corners of your eyes. Whether Melot saw it when he looked at you, you could not say. 

“I love her. And if my senses don’t deceive me, she loves me too.” One look was plenty for your father to ascertain the truth in that statement, and he smiled gently as he prepared his answer.

“Then I see no reason why I should deny your request, and I am more than happy to offer you my blessing, my lord.”

“Thank you, Dylan.” This time, it was abundantly clear that Melot had the greatest trouble to mask his excitement. “You have my word that I will do everything I can to make your daughter happy.” 

Watching Melot shake your father’s hand almost made you jump with joy, and you were squeezing Beryan so tight she dug her fingernails into the back of your hand to make you stop. If it weren’t for her, though, you were certain you would have thrown yourself into Melot’s arms, and ruined all your chances of marriage, so you were indescribably glad she was here. Contrary to your expectations, Melot did take a few steps towards you. Carefully, he reached out a hand, fleetingly brushing your cheek with it, making sure not to linger or otherwise inappropriately touch you. 

“For Heaven’s sake, Melot, get your blessing from the Church today, or I might just have to turn you down,” you said without thinking about it. 

“Tamsyn!” your mother hissed. She looked as though she might suffer a stroke. In your enthusiasm, you had forgotten that you were not alone with him - and it was of utmost importance to never let anyone in on the fact that you had spent the occasional moment completely alone with him. What you had just said crossed every boundary of decorum. Melot, however, just smiled, exactly as you knew he would. 

“My uncle is taking care of that, my dearest,” he said. “The good Lord knows that that priest does not like me.” 

“All the more reason for him to be more than happy to see you a married man at last, nephew.” Now, it was your father’s turn to look terrified. “I am terribly sorry to interrupt, my good man, but your door was open. Might I come in?”

“Of course, your Majesty,” your father said as he bowed to the king, “it would be my honour to invite you into our humble home.”

“I think, dear sir,” Beryan interjected, turning to Melot as if she had not just almost interrupted the king. You squeezed her hand to get her to stop talking, but she ignored your silent plea. “Now that you appear to have secured the necessary consents, a formal proposal would be in order?”

“Bery, it’s alright, I would be more than ha-”

“I can assure you it isn’t alright with me. The teasing and evasion you could get away with as a child are not going to help you now, Melot,” Beryan interrupted once again. “Even if it was only last week that they still did. Be a man. Or is that too difficult for you?” What on earth was she doing? You tried to grasp her hand even more firmly, but she pulled hers away resolutely.

“Very well,” Melot said, taking into his the hand that Beryan had just let go of. He briefly cleared his throat before he looked at you. 

“My dearest Tamsyn, ever since the day we first met, thoughts of you have occupied my mind. Your beauty, kindness and intelligence have captured my heart. I cannot begin to imagine life without you, but I am convinced it would hardly be worth living. You fill my heart with warmth and joy. I promise to always cherish and protect you, and to provide for you the life you deserve. Would you do me the incredible honour of becoming my wife?”

You knew you would have to answer him, not least of all for fear Beryan would get involved in the situation again, but you found yourself utterly floundering for words. 

“I’m just going to help you along, dear,” your mother whispered quietly next to you. “The word you are looking for would be ‘yes’.” Beryan stifled a laugh. 

Your voice was soft when you finally spoke, and your smile wide: “Yes, my lord, I would be most honoured to accept your proposal and become your wife.”

“Will you please accept this ring as a token of my commitment and affection?” In his hand, he held a simple silver band. Once again, you gladly accepted his offer, relishing the feeling of his rough hands, trembling as they caressed yours while he placed the ring on your finger. 

A moment later he captured you in his arms, causing your family and Beryan to let out shocked gasps. Most shocking, perhaps, was the fact that there came no such reaction from the king himself.

“They are just holding hands, my good friend,” king Marke said plainly to your father, who looked at him in bewilderment for a moment. 

“Naturally, my king,” he answered, slightly flustered by the unusual words uttered by Melot’s uncle. It wasn’t until Beryan kicked him in the shins that Melot let go of you. 

“There’s indulgence, and there’s impropriety, sir. You had best learn the difference between the two, lest you destroy her reputation.”

“She is my betrothed, my lady,” Melot retorted. 

“You are not,” Beryan hissed through her clenched teeth, “married,” she pulled you away from him by grasping the back of your dress, “yet.”

“I must apologise, my dear Tamsyn,” Melot said to you. His lip briefly curled up into the playful smile you had become so familiar with over the past few months. “I know not what came over me.” He once again took your hands in his, and stepped back to restore proper distance between you, no doubt to avoid another bruise on his leg from Beryan. 

“Dear nephew, I think we shall take our leave,” the king said to Melot - though the latter hardly seemed intent on letting go of your hands. 

“Your Majesty,” your mother said quickly, “might we offer you some ale or mead, in honour of the occasion.”

“No need, lady Senara, though I thank you for your kind offer,” the king answered. “I do agree, however, that this is cause for celebration. A feast, perhaps tomorrow? Please accept my invitation.” Naturally, your family accepted gratefully, though you knew you hadn’t much of a choice.  “Splendid. We will send for you,” Melot said as he ever so gently pressed his lips to your hand before taking his leave. 

[floralseokjin]

Jordan I've come to realise that you'll probably answer my asks after a few weeks 🤣

I just opened my eyes a while back and read chapter 11 and one word for it is CUTE AF

That ain't a cliffhanger!!! That's just the cutest premise for more fluff and smutty making up to do between them 🥺😂💕😍 I laughed at Yuna and her analysis 😭 how is she so spot on YES OC THAT'S YOUR MAN WHO CUPPED YOUR ASS AND CANT GIVE A CHANCE TO KISS YOU SENSELESS

Dearest OC please tell Globs grandma and spare yourself the angst of sending your man to dates he hates it as well😢😭

I loved this chapter so much it was so adorable.. And i love how you're capturing the non attractive symptoms of various trimesters too😍🤣😂 you can't always be a pregnant goddess just bcz you're having seokjins baby.. Remember the man burped on a vlive Eat Jin episode.. 😂😂😂😂

Nooo don’t call me out! I’m trying to be better. Every time I’m productive and make a dent in my inbox something happens and I let them pile up again 🤧

I agree, there were many cute moments in the latest chapter and hopefully funny ones to countermeasure the slight angst. Globby’s grandmother really needs to find out soon, if not just to put a stop to her matchmaking 😅 and lmao no, you really can’t be a pregnant goddess all the time, no matter who the father is!

[endless-oc-creations]

i am dying to know more about dis baggins

Oh gosh thank you so much anon 😍😍😍 I’ve honestly been dying to gush about her so again, THANK YOU SO MUCH!

So first things first her father is Fili Oakenshield. Her mother is my other oc Marigold Baggins, the human adoptive sibling of Bilbo Baggins. Her parents had met, fell in love on their journey to reclaim the Lonely Mountain in the events of The Hobbit.

After the death of Fili, Marigold ended up finding out that she was pregnant on the journey back home. Not wanting to live in the Lonely Mountain without him and fearing the Durin's line curse that ultimately took the lives of some of her most precious dwarves Marigold thought it would be safer if it was best to keep her a secret and only a few selected trustworthy people should know the truth.

In Hobbiton, her mother Marigold was already considered a black sheep because she was a human, returning from an adventure was scandalous enough but, also returning with a newborn baby was Practically shunned from half of Hobbiton. And Dis was not sparred from that shame, unfortunately.

Even though Dis was part human-like her mother, she is also a Dwarf. Marigold wanted her to also experience the customs of her father, knowing how important it was for Dis to learn. So, she sent a letter to Balin and Ori who willingly and secretly wrote scrolls for Marigold to learn about and teach her daughter.

Marigold even had gotten Dwalin to visit her in Hobbiton for a few months to teach Dis how to fight. He also spoiled her terribly, making her a beloved sword she would carry with her all the way into her own battles in the events of Lord of the Rings.

When she was a little girl, Dis always enjoyed her Uncle Bilbo's tale about his adventure with the company, but what her favorite story was the one she always made her mom tell her before bed was about the Prince and the lonely maiden's adventures. Dis didn't know this until she was a little bit older, but it was the adventures of her mom and dad falling in love.

Her mom died when she was young, Marigold was 72 years old, but being half-dwarf Dis aged differently so in dwarf years it was young to her.

Uncle Bilbo then continued to raise her & even her cousin Frodo, who was really a brother to her and called him such.

Sam Gamgee is like a brother to her as well, she would even call him her dearest friend because Dis grew up close to him and his family growing up.

Her very best friends are Merry Brandybuck & Pippin Took, so she ends up causing mischief a lot in Hobbiton.

At the end events of the fellowship, Dis would end up being separated from all her dearest friends and brother from Hobbiton. Worry & dread filled her heart, but she would also end up with three new companions that she would cherish to the end.

One companion, in particular, an elf, Dis would end up falling for and the two would be bonded and married not long after surviving the war.

Honestly, I could go on more, but I'll stop now lol.

[ilyhwannie08]

Happy Birthday to my favorite person. I never knew we will be able to accomplish being together in two days from now. I wasn't able to greet you well last year because honestly I just randomly checking kakao and saw that it was your birthday kekeke But look at this from my message before. I already said alot. 😅😅Anyway, before anything else. I also wanted to say thank you for everything you had for me and for being with me so far.

I really appreciated you my dearest person 🤗❤

I really really miss you too alot! Day by day. There's no day that I didn't miss you. Really!

You know, I feel that I do love you more than you love me!

I want to say sorry for giving you sadness sometimes. From the deepest of my heart. Im truly sorry~

Hwannie~ I want to see you ~ I miss you so much TT I want to hold you, eat together, to see you laughing, to see how you smile, I want to hug you, to do alot of things with you. It makes me happy and sad while thinking about you. It hurts me. Even though I wanted to go to korea soon that thing is not in my hand to decide. But I will make a way to see you because I love you.. Sorry for making you wait for so long 😭😭

Hwannie^^ I love you! Everything you say and do I always love it!

It just that I can't see you yet but always remember that you have me. Im yours and you are mine.

I don't even consider leaving you. I can't imagine my life without Hwannie~

Having the life with you is my biggest wish! I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

Please, please, please take care of yourself!

I wanted to do alot of things with you and spend all my time and my life together.

I will take care of you in the future. I want to be a good mother but I also wanted to be a good wife and a good partner first. 🥰🥰

You are my best gift this Christmas!

Hug and Kiss 🤗😘 I love you my only one. The love of my life. My loving husband. The one who will be the father of my child/s. I want to see you soon~ 😍

I wish there will be word stronger than love. But that word doesn't exist. So I want to say I love you and I love you Sung Eui Hwan~❤

Again, Happy Birthday Hwannie ko~🤗❤ Thank you for coming into my life.