#and please lord never apologize to me about using a nickname on me nicknames are one of ym favorite things on this earth thank youuu

[boyheros]

WOOAHHHHHHHH THANK YOUUUUU so much omg . jaw drop. my mavericks....this is so wonderfullllll. just in time for Maverick's birthday today too actually how perfect

happy happy belated birthday to my friend @boyheros! i like this guy

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Rhys absolutely LOVES hip dips. Am I saying this because I have very prominent hip dips with thick thighs… yes…

I just want Rhys. That it’s.

Listen.... Do I have a firm belief that Illyrian males love their women chubby??? Yes. One thousand percent yes. NSFW 18+ in the last paragraph

Rhysand x Reader

Okay so listen, growing up... it was really hard to accept what you looked like. Your parents, particularly your mother, was always on top of you about your weight, harrassing you about the curves and extra chub on the side of your hips and arms. She always had something to say, and it really impacted the way you looked at yourself, the way you felt about yourself, and your confidence.

It took years to build up that confidence, and a lot of that is because of your extremely handsome mate if you know what I mean ;)

You were taught from a young age that males who look like Rhysand would never take a second glance at you, let alone even care enough to take a good enough first glance. But Rhys???

The first night he saw you, he couldn't tear his eyes away. He could feel his entire body alight with desire and need. The way your hair perfectly framed your full cheeks, your dress accentuating all of your curves, the plump of your breasts and the softness of your belly. The way your full hips swayed so alluringly to the music of the Starfall festival's different entertainers in the streets of Velaris. He just knew.

He knew everything and nothing all at once. Your pretty eyes locking with his darkened amythests. You couldn't believe you caught your high lords gaze. You couldn't even fathom you kept his gaze. You kept looking away, thinking he would have moved on to a prettier female, a thinner female. But there he was. Standing on the balcony of one of the famed restaurants of the Rainbow, looking down at you like you are the first and only star he has ever seen in a sky of darkness.

Every time you looked back, his eyes were on you. Only you. All over you, consuming you like a starved male. It was overwhelming to say the least, the most powerful high lord fixated so clearly on you. You did the only thing you could think, try to disappear within the crowd, to run home and hide away. It is what you have been taught to do all your life, make yourself small and hide away. Rhys didn't let you get too far though. Winnowing silently into a pace right next to you as you passed through the empty alley using a shortcut down to your little apartment on the Sidra, murmuring in a husk, "Leaving so soon, my pretty little peach?"

And you nearly tripped over, yelping from the heart attack he gave you. Your knees locked before you after frantically stepping back a foot, halting you from moving any further as you turned to face him, death incarnate, standing before you, a whole head a half taller than you with the darkness of the night seemingly rolling off his shoulders. The people of Velaris adore their high lord, night triumphant a common nickname for the male standing before you used by his commonwealth. But you can't help the anxiety that strikes your heart that begins to beat hard and fast enough, that you are nearly sure he can hear it with how he eases his hands up in surrender, violet eyes twinkling with the star of mischief eyeing at where your hand presses against your heaving chest. "My apologies dream, I didn't mean to startle you," an almost sheepish grin gracing his beautiful face, "You left in a hurry, and I wanted to make sure you were alright... safe."

Your shoulders drop a bit as you let out a sigh of relief, "I am fine, thank you Lord Rhysand, I was just --" "Rhys," he chimes softly, "Please call me Rhys."

You raise a brow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, making your cleavage even more tantalizing to the male before you. "Uh huh. Anyway, Lord Rhysand, as I was saying, I was just headed home. I've had a long night." The high lord chuckled at your sass, broad shoulders shaking as mirth filling his entire being as he shook at his head. His pretty little peach dream is fierce, Mother help him. "Let me walk you home," titling his head to the side as he shoved his tattooed hands into his pockets, trying to make himself appear less intimidating than the high lord he is.

Skepticism was clear on your face while you shifted on your feet, "Pardon, but don't you have better, more pressing things to do? You know, as high lord?" The handsome male shook his head again, this time, more firmly as he replied with conviction, "Not at all peach." You eyed him up and down again, trying to drink in aura standing before you, trying to analyze him for any hesitation on his part, and you couldn't see any. Letting your arms fall with a sigh, you nodded before continuing your walk silently.

And the rest was history.

It took years for you to give him your trust, your friendship, and even longer to give him your love. It wasn't that you didn't want to, but the fact that you just couldn't come to terms that someone like him, someone who looked as strikingly beautiful as him would want to spend time with you, would want to love you. And all throughout, you couldn't come to terms that the high lord found you attractive. It was an insecurity that raged like a fire constant and deep, a fire that couldn't be put out until decades into your relationship.

And in all that time, Rhys spent every second loving all of you. Even the parts that you hated, he couldn't get enough of. Your curves, specifically your hips, gods those hip dips, and your tummy. Your body made him feral inside. It was a drive he had, a natural instinctual drive, to make you his. Your body was that of a goddess, and he knew it. And he wanted to make sure you knew it too.

It started with small compliments here and there, about your hair, how it flowed perfectly and framed your face. Then, he moved to your face; how it glowed under the light of the stars, how your full cheeks looked beautiful when you smiled. He cautiously moved to your body. Adoring how you fit in your dresses, the way your hips would sway and the pudge of your thighs, how they made perfectly good cushions for his head to rest on while he whined about the difficulties of running the court. How your tummy was perfect in every way, how it made him feel so proud, that his girl was healthy and never had to worry about being hungry. He often thought about things like your tummy growing with his babes. How your breasts were so full and soft. He often thought that your tits would hold the best milk for his babes when he pumps you full of them.

And then he moves forward with making you feel more comfortable with yourself. Showing you that he can handle all of you, that he wants to handle all of you. He forces you to sit on his lap no matter where you are, whether it is at the dining table with the other inner circle members or out drinking in Rita's or conferencing with other high lords. Your throne is his lap. He also cherishes the way the chub of your hips feel under his hands, he handles them constantly. If he needs you to shift to the side or moves behind you, he will move you over using your love handles with a gentle tap to your ass and a kiss to the cheek.

The male is just needy for you.

He wants to grip at the meat on your thighs with his rough hands while you bounce on his large cock. He needs to see your soft tits and tummy giggle while he spears in and out of you. He wants to spread you out on the dining table and eat you out like you were his last meal. He wants to bury his face in your tits, suckling on your rock hard nipple while he pinches and rolls the other. He wants to leave marks all over the fat that sits above your hips, on your chubby thighs, on your neck and shoulders. He wants everyone to know and see who you belong to.

Anyway, yeah he is an utter slut for hip dips and for you.

(The other Bat boys and Vanserra Bros also love their females chubby)

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[nebulousbrainsoup]

hey could i send a request for han jisung x readers enemies to lovers university au with the smut prompts 1 + 45 + 81(spoiled they get caught🤭) maybe with a party setting 🥰 thank you sm

prompts:

1. "I love it when you moan my name." || 45. "Just shut up and fuck me." || 81. "If we get caught, I'm blaming you."

Vehemently

fulfilled as part of my 150(ish) followers event.

PAIRING: han jisung x fem!reader GENRE: enemies to lovers, smut, college au RATING: 18+ ; minors/ageless blogs dni TAGS/WARNINGS: ft. felix, hyunjin & lino, swearing, alcohol use, drug use, slight misunderstandings, sassy jisung & reader, quick edit, let me know if i missed anything! WORD COUNT: 3.7k SUMMARY: above! A/N: i haven't been able to stop thinking about this request since you sent it, but good LORD has this fic eluded me. i think i'm coming to the realization that i cannot be mean to any of the boys who are younger than me, even if it's only by a few months. but here you are, my dear, i hope the wait was worth it. have a full-length fic as an apology </3

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NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: lil bit of hate sex, rough sex, dom-leaning jisung, sub-leaning reader, but they’re both switches to me, bratty behavior, biting, marking, brief oral (fem receiving), use of a condom, protected sex, piv, little bit of edging, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, pretty boy), getting caught; let me know if i missed anything, please!

Coming to this party was an awful idea. You’d known it when Felix had invited you, but he’d flashed those big brown eyes of his at you and you’d melted immediately. It was his birthday, after all, and you and Hyunjin were his best friends—it would be rude for you not to show, especially since your roommate had made it clear that he would be going. Though you were wary, you decided to give it the benefit of the doubt, with a promise from Hyunjin that he would stay by your side.

The second you’d walked through the door, though, Felix had wrapped you both up in hugs, and when you’d turned back around to find your roommate, he’d vanished. The same happened with Felix when you spun back around, and you were left alone in the entryway of a house you had never been to before. You sighed in defeat, resigning yourself to finding the kitchen alone. If you were going to be here, you may as well take advantage of the free liquor. 

You’d nearly finished mixing your drink when a familiar, loud laugh caught your attention, and a chill lit down your spine. Of course Changbin would be here, you reminded yourself. He’s one of Felix’s favorite people, after all, and just because he—and probably Chris, now that you thought about it—was here, it didn’t mean Han Jisung would be. You would be fine.

Lee Minho, on the other hand, was a more unexpected sight, and you nearly jumped out of your skin at finding the man staring at you, head tilted in confusion. He looked much like the black cat he was frequently compared to, and felt just as ill an omen. Sure, he and Felix were on the dance team together, but you had never known them to be close. Han and Minho on the other hand, had always been suspiciously so. 

You gave a tight smile, which he did not return, instead asking, “What are you doing here?”

You scrunched up your nose at him. “It’s… Felix’s birthday party? Why wouldn’t I be here?”

Realization, though you weren’t sure of what, dawned on his face. “Ah, of course, silly me.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Why are you here?” 

“It’s Felix’s birthday party,” he echoed, raising his plastic cup to you before turning to head out of the kitchen. “And Han’s, too.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you watched him nearly skip away, and you quickly downed your entire drink. If Hyunjin couldn’t get you out of here now, you were going to have a long night ahead of you.

By the time you finally found your roommate, you had already caught sight of Han twice. You were fuming quietly when you finally made your way out to the backyard, unsurprisingly finding Hyunjin with a joint in one hand and a cup in the other, laughing as he passed it on to Jeongin. His eyes flickered up to you as you approached, and he began to scoot over to make room for you in the circle.

“Sorry! I kind of forgot we were sticking together. You can—”

“Did you know this was Han’s party, too?” You cut in, hands on your hips. 

The circle went quiet, and Hyunjin tilted his head at you. “You… didn’t?”

“If I did, I probably wouldn’t have come.” You seethed, and he flushed, eyes dropping to the floor. When he didn’t reply, you huffed, crossing your arms and starting back for the house. “Whatever. I��m out of here.”

It wasn’t anything against Felix or Hyunjin; you simply hated Han Jisung. You’d shared a gen-ed course your first year here, and he was the first face that stuck out to you in the lecture hall. You hadn’t expected much when you finally gathered the nerve to approach him—maybe a hello, or a quick number exchange. Instead, he’d kept his head down, given you a disinterested half-glance over, and made his way to the door without a single word, leaving you standing awkwardly alone in the middle of the lecture hall. When you’d finally gotten to know him through your mutual friends—with some reluctance—you’d immediately found him loud and annoying, far too cocky for your tastes. Between the awful first impression and his inability to take anything, especially you, seriously, your hatred for him had bloomed quickly.

And now, here you were at his birthday party. You’d seen him, sure, but you’d be damned if you let him see you. You had appearances to keep up and a heart to keep intact. Resolving to find Felix before just ditching him, you made your way back into the roiling crowd in the living room. It was hard to see between or over the dancing bodies as you were jostled, trying fruitlessly to elbow your way through, and you quickly abandoned that plan of action. Sighing, you made your way back to the kitchen, hoping for a little peace to clear your scrambled mind.

No such luck would come, it seemed, as the moment you turned the corner into the kitchen, you slammed face-first into the very man you were trying to avoid. His own freshly made drink went down the front of both of you, and you huffed a sigh, biting the inside of your lip to keep the tears of frustration from spilling. This party was a stupid idea.

“Oh, shit, are you okay?”

Before you could spiral into your abyss of self-loathing, his voice cut through your thoughts. 

“Fine,” you spat, “can’t say the same for my clothes, though.”

He frowned, irritation crossing his features at your attitude. “Look, sorry, but maybe you should watch where you’re going next time. I know you hate me, but take it easy on the booze, would you?” 

You rolled your eyes heartily, turning on your heel. Just as you were about to cross back into the living room, his hand latched around your wrist. “Wait!” He looked stunned as you turned around, swallowing thickly and giving you a once-over. “It’s kind of my fault, too, I wasn’t really… Let me grab you something to wear and I can dry your clothes or something.”

“It’s fine, I was heading out anyway.”

“It’s only been an hour. Felix wants you to at least stay til midnight, right? For his actual birthday? You and Hyunjin are like his best friends, come on. Don’t make him suffer just ‘cause you’re pissed at me.”

You scrunched up your nose and, not for the first time, Jisung thought it was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. He never quite figured out why you hated him so much, but it was common knowledge between your mutual friends, and he played into it every chance he got. It was easier that way; he could put some distance between himself and his feelings for you. Whatever the reason may be, you absolutely despised him, and to see you here tonight was a complete surprise. He assumed you were here for Felix—everyone knew how close the two of you were; and the last thing he wanted to do was force you to leave the party because of his presence or clumsiness.

“Let me help. For him. Then I’ll stay out of your hair for the rest of the night.”

You sighed, but the way your shoulders slumped told Han he had won this battle. “Fine,” you muttered, tugging your wrist free of his grasp. “But it’s just for Lix.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he teased, grinning widely. As he squeezed past you, he took your hand, grip tightening as you tried to yank away from him. 

“Don’t want you to get lost in the fray, do we?” His cocky little smirk was still plastered on his face, and you rolled your eyes heartily, gesturing him forward.Although it had heat rising to your cheeks, you were thankful for Jisung’s hand in yours—though you were loath to admit it, he was right. You would have been swept away in the crowd within seconds if not for his firm grip. God, what you would do to have those hands elsewhere; he really was unfairly pretty. As he dragged you along, you got a lovely view of just how much he had filled out since that first day in the lecture hall—his shoulders having broadened and his biceps having thickened. Despite your front, you were just as head over heels for this man as you had been the day you laid eyes on him.

There were significantly fewer people upstairs, and you tugged your hand from his grip the moment you could, though with slightly less vehemence this time. He still shot a sideways glance back at you, a half-glare that held less heat than it had earlier. By the time you made it to his room, you were fighting to keep your façade up, replaying how quick he’d been to help you and how his hand felt in yours on a loop. It seemed both of you were struggling to hold onto your hatred. As you crossed the threshold into a space that, until this point, seemed both forbidden and tainted, you felt a shift in the air. 

His space was a lived-in amount of messy; there was a half-full Starbucks cup on his desk, clothes on the floor, and his bed was unmade. He didn’t touch the light switch by the door, instead picking up a remote, the lamps connected to it casting a warm glow over the room. It felt cozy, you thought, and immediately frowned. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking.

He turned to you, t-shirt and shorts in hand, holding them out for you to take. “You can change here. I’ll wait outside for your clothes… Unless you want help.”

He grinned, his grip on the pile of clothes in both of your hands unrelenting, using your tugging on them as an excuse to crowd into your space. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Jisung?” you hissed back.

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind putting you in your place,” he practically purred, his free hand shifting to hover over your waist. “See if you still hate me so much when I’ve got you under me.” 

“As if your mediocre dick game could change my mind.” You weren’t sure if it was just the alcohol talking, but suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to test this theory.

His jaw set and his eyes narrowed, leaving a very different version of Han Jisung in front of you than you were used to. “I’ll show you mediocre,” he hissed, releasing his hold on his clothes and shoving you back toward his bed. “It’ll be anyone else you’ve had or will have.”

“What the fuck ever.” You rolled your eyes, letting his clean clothes drop to the floor, reaching up to grab his shirt and tug him toward you. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” you muttered, dragging him against you and crashing your lips together.

You felt him grin against you and you sank your teeth into his lower lip, pulling a quiet hiss from him. One of his hands snapped up, fisting into your hair to yank you back. The look on his face was one you wanted to either slap or kiss off of him; the line was too blurred now to tell which.

“Like it a little rough, do we?” He prodded, both his hands dropping to the hem of your shirt. He tugged it over your head in one fluid motion, your bra quickly joining it over his shoulder. He straightened back up, licking his lips hungrily as he took the opportunity to drink you in. “Wonder if I can still taste my drink…” he mused, quickly pressing you back against the mattress to latch his lips to your chest.

You groaned, half in frustration and half from pleasure. “Do you ever stop talking?”

He sunk his teeth into your breast sharply at your jab, a surprised squeak leaving you at the feeling. Almost immediately, he was releasing you and soothing the sting with his lips and tongue, no doubt attempting to leave behind a mark that, even if it weren’t visible, would be felt tomorrow. You let a quiet groan pass your lips, and Jisung pulled back with a quiet pop to grin at you.

“Still hate me?”

“Vehemently.”

He clicked his tongue. “Looks like I need to try harder, then.”

In a feat of strength you weren’t aware he was capable of, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you, tossing you further onto the bed. You gasped, catching yourself on your elbows as he joined you, making quick work of the button and zipper of your shorts. With a swift tug, he’d pulled them down to your ankles and, with your help, they joined the rest of your clothes on the floor.

Suddenly aware of the disparity between yours and Jisung’s clothing, you sat up, hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt so you could bunch it up under his arms. “Off,” you demanded, and he quickly complied, tugging it over his head.

Before you could say another word or pull at his shorts, he slipped back down your body, his lips trailing wet warmth down your torso. The moment he reached the waistband of your underwear, he paused, gazing up at you through his lashes. “You’re sure about this?”

For the first time that night, he seemed unsure. His doe eyes were wide and open, an honesty behind them that the two of you didn’t usually share. It made your stomach twist and your heart skip a beat, and you nodded. 

“I thought you had something to prove,” you muttered in an attempt to ignore the tangle of feelings in your chest, tugging him down toward your core.

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your clothed heat before tugging your panties off. The moment they were gone, he was back between your legs, licking a fat stripe up over your folds before his lips attached themselves to your clit. You whined, high-pitched and heady, and he smirked up at you, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Like that, huh?” 

Your jaw clenched and you sighed heavily through your nose, your grip in his hair tightening until he winced. “Han Jisung, I swear if you don’t… Just shut up and fuck me or put your mouth to better use.”

“Your wish is my command,” he muttered as he pushed himself back up your body, your lips meeting again in a messy kiss. 

He pulled back before you did, wincing again as you tried to tug him back to you, both of you fumbling with his jeans. “Gotta let me up, baby,” he murmured between kisses. He was clinging just as desperately as you were, his lips barely parting from your own. “Condoms are in my desk.”

You huffed, annoyed, and flopped back against the mattress, releasing his scalp from your death grip. The sound pulled a quiet chuckle from him as he stood, finally unbuttoning his pants and darting across the small room to his desk drawer. He shucked both his pants and boxers to the floor as he made his way back, and it was everything you could do not to gawk, open-mouthed, at how unbelievably pretty he was. The arms you’d noticed earlier were only the beginning, apparently—his toned stomach and legs matching them perfectly in a stunning contrast to his round face. Fuck, even his cock was pretty, flushed and leaking as he rolled the condom over it. The last shred of your pride was the only thing keeping you from begging to wrap your lips around him first.

“Like what you see?” He broke the silence, and the self-satisfied look on his face told you he had most definitely caught you staring. 

“Keep running your mouth and I’ll leave you like this.”

The panic-stricken look that flashed in his eyes had you biting back laughter, but it was quickly replaced by something darker as he caught the grin on your face. He glared at you as he settled between your legs again, ducking down once more to suck hard on your clit.

“J-Jisung!” you gasped, hand snapping down to card into his hair again. The tight circles his tongue drew over the little bundle of nerves had pleasure rocketing up your spine, your entire body tensing with the sudden onslaught. As suddenly as that had begun, the stimulation shifted, his tongue darting between your folds to taste you, and you whined out his name once more. He groaned against you, giving your clit another harsh suck—one that nearly brought you over the edge—before he sat back on his heels again.

“Fuck, I love it when you moan my name,” he sighed, caging you in below him as he lined himself up with your entrance. “It sounds a lot prettier than all those nasty, empty threats.”

“Han,” you sighed, hips rolling toward his own.

He frowned disapprovingly and shifted his hips back, the hand that had been guiding his cock now pressing your hips into the mattress. “Not like that, sweetheart, c’mon. Say it right.”

“Didn’t I just tell you to quit talking?” you huffed, grabbing at his hips.

“Or put my mouth to better use, and I think at least one of those requests has been fulfilled.” 

The grin on his face was wide and you were once again hit with the urge to wipe it off his face. The surge of rage lasted only a moment, though, before he was teasing at your hole again and your breath caught in your throat. You melted under him, hand sliding up from his hips to grip at his shoulders.

“Jisung,” you breathed, hips rolling forward again. 

This time, you saw his shaky inhale as he did the same, quiet, broken sounds leaving you both as he finally filled you. He swallowed thickly, head tucking into your neck to pepper light kisses against your skin as he bottomed out, giving you both time to adjust. He was bigger than you’d expected, just thick enough to provide a pleasant stretch. You hummed, eyes slipping shut, and ground your hips against his.

“You have something to prove, don’t you, pretty boy?” You muttered against the shell of his ear, and you felt his shoulders shake with the chuckle that left him. “Fuck me like you hate me, Han Jisung.”

He propped himself up as his hips rolled back, the hand not bracing him wrapping around your back to lift your hips from the mattress. As his lips twitched up into a smirk, he slammed back into you, settling immediately into a ruthless pace. You managed to choke back the shout that left you halfway through it, nails sinking into his back as your jaw dropped open. Strained, needy sounds were punched out of you with every snap of his hips, matched by his own pants and groans as you scratched down his back. 

“This what you wanted?” he ground out, eyes narrowing when you gave no response. “Wanted me to—to fuck you stupid? Can’t even—mmph!”

You cut him off with your lips, swallowing his next deep groan and muffling your own squeak as he picked up his pace. The kiss devolved quickly into little more than sharing air, your bodies pressed tightly together as you chased your highs. One of your hands shifted from his shoulder, snaking between the two of you to rub at your cli and Jisung shifted as you did, pausing his rhythm to sit back on his heels and drag you with him. When he resumed his pace, the new angle had you crying out, your free hand fisting into the sheets and your eyes rolling back in your head. Distantly, you thought you heard him huff a laugh, but you were too far gone to care.

You were falling over the peak of your pleasure in moments, his name falling from your lips one last time. The sight of you alone, skin sweat-slicked and back arched in pleasure, was enough to bring Jisung to the edge of his own orgasm, and the sound of your voice sent him careening over it. He pulled your hips flush with his own and let his head fall back, basking in the feeling of your walls pulsing around him as he spilled into the condom. Both of you stilled, your eyes closed and only the sound of your shaky breathing filling the room as the weight of reality prodded at the edges of your foggy mind. You could stay suspended in this little fantasy for a moment longer, you decided.

Or, you would have, if not for the rapping at the door. You and Jisung shared a look of panic and scrambled apart, both grabbing for the top blanket on his bed as the door cracked open. Your stomach sank as Felix’s voice met your ears, his blue head of hair peeking around the corner.

“It’s almost midnight, dude, what are you—oh!”

You locked eyes with your best friend before you could pull the covers over your head, and heat immediately rushed to your face. Slowly, you sank underneath them anyway, unwilling to meet his gaze any longer.

He snapped back around it nearly immediately, pressing his back to the door as he finished. “Uh, nevermind! Midnight is soon, we had that, uh… thing planned, but… I’m gonna head back down, you two have fun!”

As the door snapped shut behind him, the silence that fell over you and Jisung felt heavy, and you just as slowly crept out from under the blankets. Meeting his eyes, you saw the same confusion you felt reflected in his stare. His eyes flickered rapidly over your face as he gnawed at his lower lip, searching for something, though you had no idea what.

“Still hate me?” He muttered, nearly immediately moving to discard the condom, busying himself to avoid meeting your gaze.

Your voice was shaky, the heat absent from it as you replied, “Vehemently.”

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A/N: unbelievably, this is the first actual piece of Doctor Who writing not counting the dogshit on my wattpad account we’ll all pretend that doesnt exist fr so please be nice x

Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve x gender neutral!reader

The Doctor x Short!Reader

- is cheeky about it but not outright mean, unless he’s in one of his God-humans-are-the-fucking-worst moods

“Honestly, it’s like you idiots are TRYING to wipe your own planet out of existence, and you, well, you can't even reach the top of your own cupboards! What use are any of you?!”

- you’re literally on his side and think the human race sucks but ok go off, way to throw us all under the bus lol

- he’ll apologize afterwards if you’re clearly upset or if he thinks he went too far

- most of the time it’s very lighthearted jabs at your height

- always waits a few seconds before helping you reach something because he thinks it’s funny and also very sweet but he won't dare admit that

- as much as he convinces himself and everyone he encounters that your height is solely something he finds hilarious on occasion, he can't help feeling a little more protective of you, like your smaller form makes you more likely to break

- very much still recovering from the Time War, he’s prone to overthinking disaster scenarios, especially when it comes to you

“Stay behind me. These creatures can't be trusted at the best of times.”

- but you always find a way to spin it into something more lighthearted, to ease his mind

“I’m a smaller target than you, so I like my chances! Perhaps it’s you that should stay behind me?”

- won't make fun unless he knows for a fact you’re comfortable with it

- as soon as he finds out you are, he makes jokes only in a very lighthearted way

- also comes up with cute nicknames to use when you’ve done something that’s impressed him, like saved a civilization or two while he was busy being broody and hot or something

“Oh, you little star!”

- generally speaking, he doesnt really care about your height, but he does find it endearing

- he’ll never see it as a point of weakness

- if he ever finds you struggling to reach something or down in the dumps about clothes not fitting you right because of your smaller proportions, he’s always right there to lift your chin back up and remind you of the wonderful person you are, that your stature holds no sway over how brilliant you are, especially not to him

“Some of the most mighty species in all the galaxies are the smallest ones you’ll find, some don't even have physical bodies big enough to detect with the human eye! Each and every one is perfectly unique in their own way, and you are no different. The stars you’ve seen in the night skies all your life, are they any less magical for appearing so small?”

“No…”

“Exactly! And, you know, the more humans I meet, the more I realize how similar you are to Time Lords.”

“In what way?”

- and then he’s grinning down at you, all giddy about getting to use the line he loves hearing more than any other

“You’re all so much bigger on the inside.”

- will make a joke about your height to test the water

- if your reaction tells him you’re not okay with it, he’ll feel guilty for the rest of eternity and never do it again

- but if you laugh with him or roll your eyes with a smile, he’ll grin like he’s accomplished something great, cracked some impossible code, and he will wear that like a badge of honor

- regardless of the fact you’ve made it clear he is allowed to make fun of your height, if anyone else does it in front of him, he doesn't like it

“Well, surely the smallest one should be sent in first, their loss would be the least noticeable!”

- and the Doctor is straight up, clapping his hands together and pointing in all directions as he lays out the plan of action very clearly to all involved, ending it by pointing at the man who dared make fun of you

“Now, you. From what I gather, jokes are supposed to be funny- supposed to land laughs with the nearest crowd; clearly you missed that memo, but that’s fine. Depending on (Y/N)’s reaction to your poor excuse for a joke, I’ve got a snowglobe with a blackhole suspended within it that I think you’d fit just perfectly in. (Y/N)?”

- the man looks terrified, and you try your best to refrain from laughing at him as you raise an eyebrow in dramatic silence

“Jury’s still out, see if he survives this first.”

the Doctor claps his hands again. “Cool! I’m never saying that again, but it would be very uncool of me to have to trap you inside a snowglobe that would tear you atom from atom in a continuous, brutal cycle, so consider that a warning.”

- takes the ABSOLUTE piss, don't ever think he won't

- will 110% pretend he can't see you and stare right over your head

- will 1000% make up short-based nicknames all the time

“Hello there, Short Round.”

“Really showing your age with that one.”

“Oh, what was that? A tiny and insignificant mouse, or perhaps it was the wind, arguing with me?”

- you’d think in all his whimsical, magical, time-travelling glory with his constant bustling about and his mind going a mile a minute in the most erratic fashion possible, he wouldn't notice your height, let alone find the time to make a joke in literally any setting, but oh boy, does he

“Is everyone clear on their roles in my carefully laid out plan, because I know that the accent can be difficult, but if I have to explain it again I think I’d rather do everything myself and you can all sit here with (Y/N) and applaud me when I get back.”

“Wait, sit here with me? Why aren't I coming with you?!”

“Because you’re-”

- he gestures to you with his hands, up and down, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and you’re sighing because you already know what he’s referring to

“What does my height have to do with anything?!”

“You’re all compact, like a foldable deckchair or one of those raincoats that turns into a conveniently sized pouch. It’s frankly distracting and my pockets are full so you cant sit in any of them.”

- he never laughs at his own jokes but sometimes he makes you WHEEZE with the inventive short jokes he comes up with

- similarly to Nine, though, he also can't help viewing you as more breakable, not only because you’re a human, but a very short one, too

- despite him completely understanding the biology of humans, he is convinced that a papercut on you is the same as an average-sized person getting stabbed

- so yes, he takes the piss at absolutely every chance he gets, but if he sees someone else trip you up by accident or hand you a piece of paper and it cuts your finger in the most barely noticeable way, he will be a GRUMP

- consider the paper in your hands stolen, read very passive aggressively, then scrunched up into a ball, possibly chewed or ripped apart or even thrown on the floor and stamped on

- consider the person who accidentally hurt you the subject of his rage until they are out of his sight. every time they speak, they’re met with a “Shut it!”

- and you’re like “Doctor, there’s really no need-”

“That IMBECILE tripped you up approximately 3 AND A HALF HOURS AGO, and you think I’m overreacting? You could have DIED!”

- such a drama queen

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Happy requests are open for Amiraboo!❤ Heres a lil thing for u and u can do whatever u want with it haha, i thought about it when i was sad :>

Luke wakes up in the middle of the night, his wife pressed to his back, softly sobbing and hugging him. At first he thought she had a nightmare so when he moves to face her, she tightens her grip to stop him from facing her while she lets out a loud sob. Luke asks what's going on and she'd keep crying and holding him.

"I feel like i saw you fall in love with someone else at the party today. Please dont leave, luke. Please love me." She begs. Luke's heart breaks. He's not sure what she's pertaining to at the party but he absolutely did not fall in love with someone else, nor will he ever fall in love with someone else. Luke realizes he's been too busy in the past few weeks preparing for the foreign envoys and hosting a party for them that he's neglected his wife. He reasures her gently, finally letting him face her. He's telling her how in love he still is and will always be with her. She apologizes but theres nothing to apologize for. 🥺

Its not the end but just a bump in the road, and youll get through it together

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Lucerys would most definitely wake up to your quiet whimpers, and sobbing. Having you pressed against his back — there is zero space left away from your bodies —, burying your face into his nightclothing; you would have a hard time trying to stop the tears streaming across your reddened cheeks. And when you do try to stop them, the whimpers and sob only become louder.

The sweet, young Lord’s heart would shatter to pieces in dismay. You would tightly grip on his clothing and body to avoid him shifting positions to solely face and comfort you — a hint of shyness overwhelms you as you use all your physical strength to keep him in his previous position, not wanting to have him seeing you like a crying mess.

Noticing you were keeping him there, he quit struggling. His hand would be pressed on top of your delicate one, rubbing his thumb against your smooth skin in a leisure manner, hoping for it to be of comfort somehow. A deep sense of burden sits on his chest, hearing you sob so violently everytime you had the urge of stopping to cry, and at the same time, not being able to face you.

“My love, are you alright?” he would croon in a whisper, tenderly caressing your hand with his thumb. “What’s the matter? Please, tell me.”

A soft pause of silence loomed, only to make the crying much more intense. Obviously, it was never intended to make the sobbing worse.

“I feel like I saw y-you... F-Fall in love with someone else today,” your voice trembled, a sob escaping from your lips as you savoured the salty taste of your falling tears. “P-Please, don’t leave, Luke. Please— Love me.”

Hearing you beg him such request, and quietly sobbing in between each statement, made realisation brutally strike upon Lucerys; with a riptide of guilt and angst, noticing that ever since he had decided to host a feast for foreign envoys and allies, Luke hadn’t focused on showering you with the usual love and adoration he always demonstrated each day.

“My love, how could I?” he began reassuring, raising to his lips the hand that clinged tightly to his body, and pecking a small, daint kiss in your fingers. “Ever since I first laid my eyes on you, I have never thought about another woman, or much less paid attention to the ladies that showed the slightest of interests in me.”“Could I please turn around, my love?”

Of course, you could notice the tone of honesty on his voice — yet, his words made you sob harder, and loosen your tight grip on his body to avoid him facing you. Perhaps it was because you felt ashamed of how you thought he could fall in love with someone else, or because you dreaded the thought of it.

The slight moment he felt your grip loosen, Luke softly — yet swiftly — turned around, immediatly wrapping his warm arms around your body, pushing you tightly against his chest as his fingers were interwined in between strands of your hair.

“I‐I’m s-so sorry, Luke...” you pleaded out, hiding your face on his chest as a sense of comfort was brought to you by the way he so delicately caressed your hair, and tenderly placed kisses on top of your head. He shushed you. “You shouldn’t be the one apologising, my love, I should.” lucerys whispered quietly, descending his hand to caress your back soothingly, continuing to press loving kisses on your face. “I realised, ever since I started to organise the feast, I haven’t been paying you the proper attention I should give you. I shold have, and I should have noticed earlier you felt this way.” he fell silent for a moment, his green eyes looking at you, as you weakly raised your sight to stare back at him. He lifted one of his hands to sweetly wipe away a tear that fell from your eye. “I adore and cherish you far more than words could ever describe, princess. I reassure you I will be more attentive with you, I could never bear the thought that I made you feel this way. I love you, more than I could even love anyone else, or even, myself.” A quivering, quiet chuckle spurred from your lips as his very own smile genuinely grew at thr sight of your eyes twinkling. “I love you more than I love myelf as well, Lucerys.” and with that, you softly shifted your position to lean closer to him, with him doing the same thing, and you pecked your lips. You indeed felt much more reassured, noticig it was just a little insecurity.

Afterwards, our sweet dragonrider boy decided to have your own body sleeping nearly on top of his, as his arms warmly embraced you, with his nails scraping your back leisurely up and down in a soothing manner to allow you to fall asleep on top of him. Obviously, he spent a good few hours admiring you falling asleep before he did so himself.

It was a brief bad moment of insecurity in your marriage, but having him be such an attentivr, caring, and understanding husband, you knew you could overcome things together.

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case files: leila. [info sheet]

name: leila

age: 22

pronouns: she/her

species: human

vision/weapon: geo catalyst

job: dancer at the zubayr theatre

love interest: n/a

home country: sumeru

known relatives: nilou (sister)

known nicknames: nilou often calls her 'lele' and leila in return calls her 'nini'

claimed emoji: 💎

lore. leila is the twin sister of nilou, a renown dancer of the zubayr theatre. leila is also a dancer alongside her sister and they often do performances together. leila is a close friend of kaveh however she doesn't have many other friends.

leila did attend at the akademiya and graduated from the rtawahist darshan, specialising in astronomy and the stars. this is reflected in her attack styles. she however went straight back to dancing with her sister.

whilst nilou is a talkative young lady, leila is much quieter and will keep her head in astronomy books. both sisters are prone to helping out everyone they can however leila is less likely to be the one that the people around zubayr theatre will go to.

further lore is wip.

notable songs from her playlist. run - onerepublic. scars to your beautiful (acoustic version) - alex g. habibi (albanian remix) - ricky rich.

voicelines.

hello: "my apologies, i didn't hear you approach - i've been reading this book on stellar structure all morning. i'm leila from the zubayr theatre. for today's performance schedule, please speak to my sister."

chat: darkness: "people live in fear for most of their sorrowful lives. how will the stardust in us shine, if we keep fearing the darkness our whole lives?"

chat: nap: "nilou isn't around, is she? can you watch my back while i take a quick nap?"

chat: performances: "sometimes my sister and i perform late at night. it's more time friendly for our spectators but i wish i could spend those moments under the stars."

when it rains: "it's raining... we best lay low until the rain stops. it's impossible to use the stars to navigate in this weather."

when thunder strikes: "is this necessary? can't we hide indoors until the storm passes? what? me... scared? of course not! let's keep moving."

when it snows: "snowflakes are like the stars, they are all unique and not one is the same. in a way, settled snow is like a frozen cosmos within our reach."

when the sun is out: "this weather is perfect for performing but... it gets me all sweaty so quick. if only i could take a nap instead."

when the wind is blowing: "make sure you don't lose your balance! here, hold onto me."

good morning: "good morning. i didn't expect to see you here this early. hm? oh, i like to watch the sunrise before my daily perfomances. you should join me next time."

good afternoon: "it's lunch already? collei stopped by this morning with her homemade pita pockets, have you tried one before?"

good evening: "nilou and i are about to perform, are you staying to watch?"

good night: "my sister says it's good to let your frustrations out before you sleep so remember that the stars will always listen to your troubles should you speak to them."

about leila: sweet tooth: "i can never say no to sugary foods. it's awful, really. i need to eat healthy for my work."

about leila: astral performance: "the akademiya long shunned the performing arts before lesser lord kusanali's release so i made a habit of going out to the avidya forest to dance. there's no one to judge you, just you and the stars. to perform to them is the highest honour."

about us: travelling: "you've travelled all over teyvat, right? im so jealous... can i perhaps join next time? i'll have to request a month's leave from the theatre but i'd like to witness the stars from the highest peaks of liyue - you know someone who knows good locations? even better!"

about us: constellations: "i'd like to teach you some of the constellations. hm? well the stars are a great source of navigation on your travels, you can always count on them to get your bearings. i'd hate for you to get lost before you get to see one of my shows."

about the vision: "i got my vision during my first performance under the stars. i vowed that night that i would dedicate my life to performing with my sister. i'd been so lost on the path of my life before then. i like to think the geo archon listened to me."

something to share: "it's important that we endure the tough moments in life that come from hard work. if we don't, we fail to see our potential shine in our accomplishments."

interesting things: aranara: "have i ever heard of the aranara? oh... so you can see them too? theyre quite fond of my performances. hm? how can i see them? that's a secret."

interesting things: mourning flowers: "mourning flowers hold such a dark beauty. they bloom where battles have been fought and blood has been shed. it just shows even the most beautiful things hide secrets."

about nilou: favours: "nilou and i are always the first ones the zubayr theatre come to when they have a problem. we don't mind but my sister has a tendency to never know how to say no... i wish she could stand up for herself instead of overworking herself."

about nilou: flower crowns: "when we were children, nilou and i would always venture out of the city to sit on the grass and make flower crowns. she was always much better at it than i was."

about kaveh: "kaveh is a little dramatic sometimes. when we were students, i'd often walk quicker to act like i wasn't with him when he would rant loudly. you know, it's embarrassing to study in the house of daena when he's angry at his roommate."

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Soul Bound

WARNING: this story contains strong language, violence, sexual themes, mentions of sensitive topics including eating disorders, self harm, abuse and possible other unpleasant topics. If any of these topics are unpleasant to you, please stop reading.

Chapter 4 - Fighting and Crying

No warnings needed.

The next morning, Ophelia got up and got ready for the day. She was staying from school for the day so it was just her and Sebastian. Sebastian had made breakfast for her which she ate happily and and during breakfast she ate happily and during breakfast she asked him a few questions about him being a demon.

“Do bad people go to hell?”

“No, No directly anyway.”

“Is heaven real?”

“Yes.”

“Do good people go to heaven?”

“No.”

“Can you fly?”

“If I give myself wings through shapeshifting, yes.”

“Wicked…” She said in amazement and asked many more questions.

“So… about the bullying situation.” Sebastian said after she was done asking questions.

“Yeah?” She asked.

“I don’t typically promote violence for this type of thing… But they hurt you first so I feel like it’s only fair for you to strike back.” He said.

“But how? I have no idea how to fight and I’m not even strong or tall… what could I possibly do to them?” She asked and Sebastian smiled.

“Do not worry about a thing for I will teach you how to fight back.” He said.

“You’ll teach me?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yes, I am very skilled in battle, you see.”

“So, How are you going to teach me?” She asked.

“Let’s practice in the backyard. I go easy on you, of course, but I will be brutally honest.” He said,

“Ok, teach me your ways!” She said before running off to the yard and he followed.

Sebastian taught Ophelia a few simple ways to attack and block attacks. He practiced with her to make sure she could do it properly. Ophelia learned quite fast, though she did get knocked to the ground a few times but Sebastian always made sure she wasn’t badly hurt. They went at this for about 2 hours and Ophelia learned a lot but because of the exercises. She got quite tired and hungry so they went back inside to have a snack. Ophelia ate her snack but something seemed to be on her mind.

“Is something the matter, Ophelia?” Sebastian asked.

“It’s not Important.” She said dismissively.

“Then you won’t mind me asking, right?”

She sighed. “Nothing goes past you, does it? …fine, I guess I was just kinda worried about papa…. He never joins for dinner and he sleeps a lot…” She said, “He hasn’t even really met you yet.” She continued.

“I see… Well perhaps we could see him now. Go ahead and see if he’s awake.” He said and Ophelia nodded and went upstairs to see if her father was awake but she returned only a few minutes later.

“Come on, Sebby! He’s awake.” She said excitedly and Sebastian chuckled at the nickname.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming.” He said, getting up and following Ophelia to her father’s room

Sebastian and Ophelia entered her father’s bedroom. It was a pretty neat room and the style was very different, having mostly shades of white, beige, and brown, unlike Ophelia’s room. The bed was in the center of the room with a nightstand on each side and in that bed was a man. The man was a bit on the larger side, had short black curly hair which was graying quite a bit; He also had some facial hair and wore glasses.

The man looked quite pale and fatigued which wasn’t surprising from what Sebastian already knew. Ophelia and Sebastian approached the man and Ophelia crawled onto the bed to get closer to her father. The man looked up at Sebastian.

“You must be Sebastian… I do apologize for taking so long for us to be properly acquainted but Rhea has said many things about what you’ve been doing for my family, especially Ophelia.” He said.

Sebastian bowed slightly. “It is a pleasure to meet you, My Lord.” He said and the man chuckled.

“Oh please, call me Clay. No need to be so formal.”

“Ophelia has told me much about you.” Sebastian said

“And I trust that’s in my favor, yes? Not that I have a sharp tongue when I get cranky?” He asked with a laugh and Sebastian shook his head.

“I assure you that she has painted you as nothing less than perfect.” He said.

“I hope you find your stay enjoyable, it isn’t much but… It’s what we call home” Clay said and Sebastian nodded.

“Do not worry about that, I am not particularly picky about living conditions… Besides, I have found myself a new loyal companion within my newly found name.” Sebastian said.

“Loyalty is a very precious gift…” The man said before reaching over and gently placing a hand on Sebastian’s arm. “I do hope, my boy… That one day you’ll find people you can trust more than your own name.” He smiled kindly at the demon.

Sebastian blushed a little; he felt a bit warm after hearing those words. Ophelia noticed his face turn a bit pink.

“Sebby is blushing~!” She teased and he looked away.

“Am not…”

“Yes you are, you’re so a-” She got cut off by her father.

“Ophelia, don’t bully the poor boy.” He said with a chuckle.

They spent a good few hours together until Clay went back to sleep and the rest of the day went just like normal and Ophelia soon went to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking on Ophelia’s door and Sebastian’s voice was heard.

“Ophelia! Ophelia, wake up and open the door!” He said, clearly alarmed.

Ophelia’s eyes snapped open and looked at the clock next to her bed. It was about 4AM. She quickly got up and opened the door.

“What is going-”

“It’s your father.” He said and Ophelia’s heartbeat quickened.

She ran to her parent’s room. The door was open and Ophelia’s mother was sitting on the bed crying loudly into her hands.

Ophelia went to her father’s side and shook him. “Papa? P-papa please…” She cried out but was met with no response. “No… No no no no! Th-this isn’t how it’s supposed to go… H-he’s gone? But… but he was fine! He w-was awake and we were t-talking and-”

“Ophelia.” Sebastian said.

“H-he was smiling, Sebastian! He was alive! He was… He… w-was…” Ophelia began to cry and wail uncontrollably.

Sebastian knelt down in front of Ophelia and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “Ophelia, I need you to look at me, focus on me. Can you do that?” He asked and she tried to look at him, which was difficult because the tears in her eyes and the stress of the situation made her vision very blurry.

“I’m going to need you to take deep breaths for me, ok? Just breathe with me.” He took deep breaths, in and out. Ophelia did her best to do the same, shaking a bit. After a little while she calmed her breathing down.

“Very good… I will still be here for you, My Lady. I am here and will not leave your side, got it?” He said and then Ophelia hugged him tight and he hugged her back. “Let’s… get you back to bed, we’ll figure out the rest tomorrow, alright?” He said and Ophelia nodded, she was exhausted from everything so Sebastian picked her up and carried her back to bed.

Next >> chapter 5 - Grief

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I miss you

Age up!Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader (Daeron's twin sister)

Summary: You go to Winterfell in search of support for the greens and you meet your old lover.

Part 2

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

You let the guards guide you through Winterfell. On another occasion, you would be looking carefully at the castle but you were nervous thinking that you would soon meet Jacaerys, you had seen Vermax at the entrance, and the last time you had seen each other you said horrible things letting yourself get carried away by anger. You were furious about his engagement to Baela. You wanted him to break it, to tell your sister Rhaenyra the truth about their affair, but he seemed more than happy with his new betrothed.

But that didn't matter now. There was about to be a war and you need to win over Cregan Stark for your brother, he needed to have the support of the north.

You entered together with the guards to the castle dining room, the castle dining room. They were obviously having a banquet. That doesn't sit well with you. It didn't sit well with you either to see Lord Cregan and Jacaerys laughing… It seemed that you had already arrived too late and that your former lover had already won over the North.

"My lord, Princess Y/N" one of the guards announced and everyone fell silent.

"Princess, she is welcome to join us," Lord Cregan stated and was motioning for a servant to add another chair to the table.

"Please, aunt, sit with us," said Jacaerys getting up from his seat to leave it to you. It felt weird to call you that but now the both are no longer seemed close enough to he call you by your name, much less to call you by the nicknames he had given you. He couldn't call you "my sweet, my princess, my darling" anymore now that he was engaged.

You ignored the Northerners' gaze and walked forward until you were sitting next to the Lord of the North. While Jacaerys took the servant's chair and placed it next to his old seat.

"Thank you, nephew" you smiled at him. You had never smiled at him like that before, it wasn't your real smile. It was the smile you used in court to keep up appearances and pretend to agree with whatever the lords said "Oh my lords, don't interrupt your celebrations for me" you said out loud causing everyone to speak again. You did not doubt that they were talking about you "Thank you, my lord" you thanked when Cregan handed you a glass of wine.

"Well, aunt? What are you doing here?" asked the prince causing you to take your eyes off the Lord of the North.

"The same as you, dear nephew. I come to ask the loyalty of Lord Stark" you turned to see the man. You had to admit he was handsome, he was stocky and his beard made him look more mature, his gray eyes were very striking, and you could see yourself sharing the bed with him.

"Princess, I'm sorry you traveled here for nothing. My loyalty belongs to the rightful queen. Rhaenyra"

You should have seen that answer coming. The Starks are known for not breaking their word. But you weren't going to give up anyway. You had a hard time convincing your mother to let you come here and you wouldn't come back empty-handed.

"My lord, if you could listen to my proposal…"

"Princess, I'm not interested in the money or land that your usurper brother can give me" he interrupted you making you start to get frustrated.

Jacaerys watched with amusement as your cheeks turned red, he was sure it wasn't due to the wine or the cold. He knew You well and he could tell that you were starting to get annoyed. After all, you were used to being told yes to everything you ask for and being given everything you want, you were a spoiled princess, you were his spoiled princess.

"My Lord…

"Princess, I have no problem with you staying in Winterfell until you recover from such a long journey, but I will not change my allegiance."

"My lord, I come to offer you my hand," you said hastily before he could interrupt you again. You smiled when you saw the surprise in her gray eyes "Let me show you that I can be a good wife. Your son is still a child and needs a mother, let me help you raise him, I will raise him as if he were mine and if you allow me I will give him an egg dragon from my dragon's brood" you felt satisfaction to see that he finally listened to you with attention. You could see how his head began to scheme.

“My lord, you do not need to give me an answer now. You can think about it in peace” you turned your attention to Cregan “Well, tell me about the wonders of Winterfell”

Jacaerys slammed his wineglass down on the table, making too much noise. For a moment you had forgotten about him. You felt furious at the betrayal in his eyes. He was the one who left you first, he had no right to feel hurt and betrayed by you when he was the one who broke your heart.

Prince Velaryon saw how you managed to get the wolf to talk. He listened to them talk for what seemed like hours. Before you showed up he was delighted to hear Cregan's stories but now all he wanted was for him to shut up. He hated to see how interested you looked by the lord of the North. He knew you better than anyone and he knew your interest was genuine, he could see it in your eyes, you weren't faking it just to inflate Mr. Stark's ego. He felt jealousy bubbling up inside him and by the end of the night jealousy was eating him up when he saw you dancing with Cregan. You looked so happy dancing with him, it seemed like for a moment you had forgotten about the war that was coming.

If Cregan Stark told him the next day that he was withdrawing allegiance from him to his mother, Jacaerys wouldn't blame him. He couldn't imagine a man not falling for your charms. You are so charming that anyone feels lucky just to get a little bit of attention.

••••••

You heard someone knock on the door of the room where you were staying. It would soon be a week since you arrived in the North, and although you would love to stay longer you knew you had to return to the Red Keep with Lord Stark's answer.

"Jacaerys?" you said surprised, you didn't expect to see him.

It hadn't been Jacaerys's intention to listen to the servants but he did and so he knew that Lord Stark had come to see you in your chambers. So he didn't even think about it and now he was standing in front of you not knowing what to say.

"And? Will you be the future Lady Stark? he asked.

“Not that it was any of your business, but no, I'm not marrying Lord Stark. Now you can go write to my sister and tell her that she can stay calm, the north is on her side” you answered coldly and wanted to close the door when the prince put his foot to lock it and with his hand pushed the door to open it again. "Jace…"

Then the prince entered the room and kissed you. You should have pushed him out of your chambers. But you didn't, you kissed him just as fiercely. His lips were still sweet, just as you remembered. You felt your body burn as he grabbed you around the waist to bring your body closer to him.

"I miss you" he confessed breaking the kiss.

You should have told him that the kiss was a mistake, that he would leave you alone and walk away. You knew if you told him now he would. But you didn't, you couldn't walk away from Jacaerys after being deprived of his kisses and caresses for months. This would probably be the last chance you would have to be in his arms. Once you returned to the Red Keep and he returned to Dragonstone, the two of you would be enemies.

"Me too" you admitted before stamping your lips with his again "I think about you all the time," you said making him smile. Oh, how you would miss seeing his beautiful smile.

"I love you" he declared and distributed kisses all over your face, kisses on your forehead, your cheekbones, your nose, and finally your lips making you laugh "Let me show you how much I love you" He kiss your neck.

"It's okay, my prince. You can do whatever you want with me tonight" No more words were enough for your lover to start untying the laces of your dress.

••••••

And to your family's disappointment, you returned to King's Landing empty-handed, with no engagement or support from the Northmen…but with a bastard in your belly, you had no idea.

[kaymarie-bell]

Diasomnia Book: The Ruler of the Abyss (7-1, 7-2)

Disclaimer: as always, translation done by me. I am not fluent in Japanese so there’s bound to be mistakes. Please do not repost!

I did this while sleep deprived, enjoy! 🌻

Episode 7-1 “Agonizing Awakening!”

(Dream Sequence)

[I heard the news of the child’s birth…]

Flora: Each of us the child may bless with a single gift…

Fauna: It’s Maleficent!

Maleficent: I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation…

Merryweather: You weren’t wanted!

Maleficent: Not wanted?

Maleficent: I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child…

Listen well, all of you.

The Princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her…

But, before the sun sets on her 16th birthday she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die!

(End of dream)

Yuu: So then, only a single person was left out…?

[Ramshackle Dorm - Your Room]

Yuu: That dream just now…

Grim: yawn, good morning Yuu

(Flashback to Maleficent in the dream)

(Clattering sounds)

Grim: fuwa- Yuu, what’s wrong? why are you in such a hurry?

Grim: Ahh~ You forgot about homework and now you’re going to ask Ace to let you copy his, right?

Grim: the Great Grim is going to tag along~!

[Main Street]

Yuu: (Comparing Maleficent’s statue to their dream)

Grim: Hey, Yuu! Don’t leave me behind!

Grim: What’s going on, you keep looking at the statues of the Great Seven

Grim: This one…is there something on the statute of the Witch of Thorns?

Grim: Is the writing engraved on the stone supposed to be a part of Trein’s test?

Grim: What…?

???: The Witch of Thorns who reigned over the Forbidden Mountain. She commanded thunderclouds and thorns, and possessed magical powers that could not be surpassed by anyone.

???: A noble witch who loved her solitude despite having many subordinates...

Episode 7-2 “Discussion on Solitude!”

[Main Street]

Malleus:…is what the engraving says. And our dormitory of Diasomnia is founded on her noble spirit.

Yuu: Good morning, Tsunotaro / Thank you for the description, Tsunotaro

Sebek: T- Tsu- Tsunota-?!

Sebek: YOU BASTARD!! THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO THE YOUNG MASTER!!!

Sebek: This is the future Ruler of the Valley of Thorns and the distinguished Head of Diasomnia dormitory-

Sebek: as well as the one who shall be the head of the noble Household of the Night, Lord Malleus Draconia!!

Sebek: APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR RUDENESS!! HUMAN!!

Grim: Wow! This guy was in the Coliseum back at the school festival, he’s the one with the loud voice!

Yuu: If I’m not mistaken, he’s part of the Equestrian Club…/ If I remember correctly, he’s in 1st year Class D…

Sebek: I am Sebek Zigvolt, a loyal subject to the Young Master!

Sebek: Right, first of all, apologize to the Young Master!

Malleus: That’s enough, Sebek. I am the one who permitted that Child of Man to use the nickname “Tsunotaro.”

Sebek: Wha- How-?…I see

Sebek: as expected of the Young Master, your heart is wider than the sea itself!!

Silver:…sigh, Sebek. First of all, shouldn’t you apologize for all the one-sided yelling?

Silver: It was you who was being rude to the Young Master’s friend.

Sebek: Huh…I don’t want you to just stand there and tell me what to do, Silver!!

Grim: What the hell is wrong with these guys…they’re being even louder than last time.

Malleus: Yuu, are you interested in the legend of the Witch of Thorns? I’ll tell you everything I know.

Yuu: Was she a hated person? / Did she get ostracized by others?

Malleus: Hated?

Sebek: YOU BASt-?! What are you saying about the reputation of one of the Great Seven?!

Sebek: the Witch of Thorns had magical powers beyond equal and a nobility that couldn’t be matched.

Sebek: She should be always respected, and she should never be hated!!

Malleus: I wonder about that.

Malleus: It is possible that she may have been feared and shunned by others “because” she was such an exceptional person.

Malleus: “Respect” becomes “Reverence” and then turns into “Fear.” It’s only natural.

Sebek: Any fool who could hate the Witch of Thorns for such a reason is no more significant than a roadside pebble.

Sebek: They’re not worth the attention!

Sebek: Do not ask such foolish questions to the Young Master, Human!

Grim: Hey, what are you so mad for? Is not like you’re the Witch of Thorns!

Silver: Sebek, just leave it alone.

(Clattering noise)

Lilia: I can’t believe it, I’m so late!

To be continued…

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Some notes:

the wording in the dialogue of the dream is a bit different from what was actually written in Japanese because I decided to use the lines from the actual Sleeping Beauty movie. It doesn’t really change anything but I thought it would be fun to keep the original source.

I also did something similar with the name of Maleficent’s residence. The game called it “魔の山“ (the Devil’s Mountain) but the name used in the movie is “Forbidden Mountain.”

Not really important but I love it when languages do fun stuff like in Malleus’ Respect/Reverence/Fear line. The words he said were “尊敬“ / “畏敬“ / “畏怖“ and if you look at the kanji closely, the words themselves do seem to be progressing in that order (one character is substituted from the previous word to make another.) To visualize it better: they’re pronounced like “sonkei” -> “ikei” -> “ifu”

I was going to write summaries for the chapters but I ended up writing it line by line because of Diasomnia brainrot so now it’s taking forever rip. I’ve only slept like 3 hours in the past two days and I’m probably going to pass out after this so it might be faster to search for other translations ngl, but thanks for reading if you stay with me for the moment! 🌻

Ngl I get a bit upset at myself for being so slow whenever I try to translate TWST stuff but then I remember that I also struggle to translate English (primary language for the past decade) into Spanish (native language) and vice versa on a regular basis, so I guess it’s natural that going from JP (not fluent) to ENG is a struggle lmao 😭

[favonius-captain]

𖤐 * ∿  THE WAVES BREAK OUR FALL

𖥻  CHARACTERS

kaeya, diluc x gn! reader

𖥻  GENRE

hurt/comfort

𖥻  SUMMARY

a sequel to pretend it isn't gold, with a happy ending (yay!)

𖥻  LINKS

masterlist

𖥻  NOTES

blood injuries and general angst warnings !

𖥻  KAEYA

he doesn't even his slow his pace as he bursts into the cathedral, hurrying you to barbara

luckily, since it was in the middle of the day, most people weren't out and didn't see the almighty lord kaeya alberich almost in tears

he doesn't stay with you when you get help - he wants to, he really does, but he just

he feels so guilty. he feels like he's undeserving of your love

and he doesn't know how else to help you other than to push you away

he's a danger to you

so while you're being tended to by barbara, kaeya wipes awayhis tears, even though he wants nothing more than to stay by your side and cry whispering apologies

but he doesn't do that

he walks out, pretending nothing happened

he goes out, and he acts like he normally does

he doesn't even take a day off, because he doesn't want to seem "weak"

but even though kaeya is relatively good at hiding things, even jean can see how his eyes look dimmer and how they seem to grow distant when he thinks no one is watching

she tries to convince him to take a day off, but he shakes his head

taking a day off would mean thinking about you. and he can't afford to do that

but if he checks into the bar 2 hours earlier than normal - there's no one there to stop him

he doesn't visit you. even if he wants to

it's a punishment to himself.

no. it's more than that. it's-

it's fear

he's terrified of what you'll think of him - if you'll hate him, and even worse, if you forgive him

he doesn't know how to forgive himself

you were better off without him. you always were

still, when jean tells him that you've woken up, his first instinct is to run to the cathedral

but he doesn't do that. instead, he asks her how you're doing

and when she says you're doing fine, he chokes down a relieved sob.

"take care of them. please."

and then he exits the room

more under cut

"kaeya."

kaeya freezes when he hears your voice, his footsteps coming to a halt. he doesn't turn to you, and for a moment, you think he's going to walk away and pretend he never heard you.

it's been two days since you've woken up, and you're not supposed to be walking around.

but you had to see him. you had to know.

do you really despise me that much? you want to scream.

you're not mad - well, you are, but it's more than that. you're-

you're desperate.

"kaeya, please."

he turns at that - you don't know if it's because the crack in your voice, or if it's the simple word attached to the end - the beginning, the pleading. weak.

"y/n," he says, "you should be in bed."

y/n. it's another punch to the gut - no 'sweetheart,' no 'love.' even the teasing nicknames you used to despise are gone.

when did i lose you? when did you let me go?

but you don't say that. instead, the words catch in your throat as the tears build in your eyes.

"where were you?"

it comes out choked - not angry, just -

lonely.

and with that, he breaks

as your shoulders shake and you begin to sob, he holds out his arms - a question. he doesn't know if he's allowed to touch you

but if you allow him, he'll pull you in close, and whisper apologies in your ears

he tells you he didn't mean it. he tells you he didn't mean any of it

he tells you that he doesn't know what to do with good things in his lives

he doesn't know how to make up for it. he doesn't know how to be vulnerable

but he tries. he damn well tries

"why did you save me?" he whispers, his voice growing quiet at the end. "why did you- why-"

"because you're a good man kaeya."

he leans his forehead against your's. "i hurt you."

"i hurt you too. you weren't the only one who said things you didn't mean."

"don't do that. don't compare yourself to me. you were never as unforgivable as i have been."

he may seem like he's forgotten about it, but he never truly does

he always takes more time out of his day to spend time with you, and always holds you tenderly as if terrified you'll disappear again

he still remembers - sometimes, he thinks of the way your eyes widened and how you hurled yourself over him to save him

or sometimes he thinks about how your face fractured when he told you that he didn't need you

and sometimes, in the middle of the night, you wake up to feeling his arms tightening around you, his shoulders shaking, whispering apologies into your ear

𖥻  DILUC

unlike kaeya, diluc doesn't avoid you

in fact, it's because of his guilt, that he stays by you so often as you're recovering

he's lucky enough that barbara takes you in and heals you

unfortunately, he still doesn't have enough time - the first day you're out, he takes a day off to sit by you, and whisper apologies to your unconscious self

he doesn't believe in archons, but he hopes that they can save you

he works through his documents in record time, so that he can see you

sometimes, he does the work by your bedside, if he can afford it

he feels so disgusted with himself - he still believes that if he hadn't snapped at you, that you would still be here with him

he gets even less sleep than usual - he tends to sleep next to your hospital bed, drifting on and off

so when you start to stir, he's by your side in an instant

he doesn't touch you - he doesn't even come close until you allow him to

you ask him why he's being so weird, and you hold out your arm as if to embrace him

he holds you tenderly, as if scared that he's going to hurt you

he bursts into tears, mumbling apologies into your neck

he promises he'll leave after. he promises that he won't hurt you again

he promises that if it makes you happy, he'll go

he just needs this one moment before his goodbye

and as you pry him away, wiping the tears out of his eyes, you ask him what's wrong

"diluc, darling," you whisper, your voice still hoarse. "why - why do you think you need to leave?"

he stares at you, as if you've grown a second head

do you not remember what he said to you?

but when he stammers and explains, you still take him into your arms, rubbing small circles into his back, mumbling about how it wasn't just his fault

"oh, diluc," you whisper, as he cries against your shoulder. "i just needed time. it wasn't just your fault. we both did things wrong."

"don't - don't do that again," diluc whispers, arms tightening around your waist. "don't try to save me. don't put yourself at risk again. please."

you don't argue with him again, because there's no point in arguing with him

he makes sure to take off time from work to spend time with you, at least for the first week

he may seem clingy, but he just wants to make sure you're okay

in truth, he's terrified of losing you again

and while he doesn't completely forego his batman duties, he does invite you to come with him

how romantic. you guys get to murder hillichurls together

but he doesn't forget about what happened. he never does

and sometimes, when he thinks you're not listening, he interlaces your fingers together, and mumbles a thank you

and that thank you also means i love you & i'm sorry

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

In Another Life

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff with a sprinkle of angst and happy tears, cursing

Summary: you lost Bucky back in the 40s but you finally can reunite

Based on Katy Perry’s ‘The one that got away’ but you don’t have to have listened to it to read the fic

You still remember the day when you guys first met, he smiled at you in the dancing hall, and asked you for a dance. How could anyone resist that smile? You danced the night away, and gave him a kiss goodbye. When you got him, you realized you hadn’t given him your name, or address or anything, your chances of meeting your mysterious lover boy again were slim. Do you know how many people there were in Brooklyn!

Still, you headed back the next night, and apparently he had the same idea, you both decided to skip the dancing and go to Coney Island, you both talked and talked.

You also remember the day your life started to end. The day he left for war. You woke up early with him before he had to go catch the train, you gave him a final kiss goodbye before he left off on the train, you kept up your strong exterior until after he was too far gone to see you.

The day the first letter came, stating he had died in service, a part of you died as well. He’s given you a promise ring, saying after he got back, he’d exchange it for a real, wedding one, but that was all gone now.

Then Steve came and said there was someone there with him, who wanted to meet you. You complied, and when Steve moved out of the way, your lover boy was there. A little bruised and a little shaken but he was there, alive.

When he fell off the train, you were in denial at first, but when Steve explained he’d seen it all, you gave up, he wasn’t coming back this time.

~huge time skip to 2017ish (but instead of Civil War happening, Bucky went to Wakanda and came back to be an Avenger)~

Steve was walking down the streets of Brooklyn, he had ventured back to see if he could find something for Bucky. He was walking past an old coffee shop that was still open and reminiscing about the times he had gone there in the 40s. That’s when he accidentally ran into a woman, “oh my lord, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t lookin’ where I was heading.” Steve chuckled at the woman’s apology, it reminded him of Bucky’s best gal from the 40s who always said heading instead of going. “It was my bad ma’am, my head was in the clouds.” Steve finally looked at the woman he’d run into, “What” He questioned, very confused. “I’m sorry?” You hadn’t heard him fully, “I’m sorry, you looked like someone I used to know, but she’s probably dead by now, you aren’t by any chance related to a Y/N L/N are you?” You smiled, “Well, according to a guy in an eye patch, I have no clue who you’re talking about, but,” you winked at Steve. “Y/N!?!? How are you? Gosh, you haven’t aged a day!” You shushed your old friend, “keep it down will ya! And I would explain it all but Fury said I’m not allowed to even talk to you. Is Bucky alright?” Steve was really confused, “what? Why?” “When he found out about me, he gave me two options, I either fight with shield, or I go into hiding, and am not allowed to, and I quote, ‘talk to, or in any way contact, anyone from your past,’ which included you. You also know I could never fight anyone, that’s just not me, I save people, not hurt them. So I had to choose the second option. Now please, is Bucky doing alright?” “That’s absurd,” Steve complained, “you know what, you’re coming with me to the tower, and if Fury has anything to say about it, I’ll deal with him. And Bucky is doing not too bad, but he’d be doing a lot better with you there, he remembers you, and is grieving, a lot, he thinks your dead, like I did.” You smiled, “lead the way to the tower, I need to see my Buck Buck,” Steve laughed at the familiar nickname. “We can take my bike,” he added, “it’s over here.”

The drive to the tower you were nervous, would Bucky still love you, would he hate you now, have you changed to much for his liking? You weren’t sure, but you wouldn’t know unless you tried, and at least it was closure.

You were in the elevator with Steve heading up to the tower, Steve was going to go in first and tell Bucky he had a surprise for him. After meeting him again, you would explain to both guys how and why you were alive still.

“Punk, why do I need to close my eyes for the surprise? I swear if you and Sam are pranking me again I’ll eat all the doughnuts.” Steve was just smiling like a dope, excited to see his best friend reunite with his best gal, who was also Steve’s other best friend. “Open them!” Bucky’s eyes flew open, he stared at you for a second, not saying anything. You were starting to get worried, then his voice cut threw, “you’re dead, no, no, no, Steve, she, she died, you told me she had died.” “I’m alive Buck Buck, I promise, I’m real, and I’m here,” Bucky looked at you with tears in his eyes, he ran towards you and wrapped his arms around you, you then started tearing up, “I thought you were dead, I was heartbroken,” he mumbled into you, still clinging on. “Had to give you a taste of your own medicine,” you joked, hugging him harder. “No, but seriously, I’ll tell you everything in a minute, just want to hug you for a little longer.” You finally separated after another minute or two.

You sat both guys down across from you, so you could share your story. “So a year after Steve fell under the ice, Howard came up with what he thought was a super serum, he asked for volunteers, but there were too many risks for most people. I had lost everything, so I volunteered, yes I know it was kind of stupid, but as of now, the best decision I ever made. It worked, but it couldn’t be repeated. The government wasn’t happy that their new super soldier was a woman, they thought I was still too weak, so Howard and I agreed to stick me in an ice capsule till the world accepted us as equals, or there were enough advancements where he could recreate the serum. Then he would take me out of the capsule, but that never happened, he died before he could, and with no record of me anywhere, no one else took me out till the year after the alien invasion, when Fury found me.” You explained the options Fury gave and how you had to choose the second one, Bucky completely understood. Steve then left to leave you both alone to talk.

“Doll, I want to start off by apologizing.” You looked at Bucky concerned, “what for Buck Buck? You did nothing wrong.” “Yeah I did,” he claimed, “I left you alone back in the 40s.” You leaned in for a hug, “Buck, that’s not your fault, neither is anything that happened when you were the Soldier, alright?” Bucky nodded, “love you doll.” “Love you too.” You finished. “Doll, are we still, together? Can I still call you my best gal?” Your face fell to a content smile, “always Buck, I will always be yours, no matter how many centuries pass, or how far away we are. I’m yours and you’re mine.” Bucky leaned in for a kiss, the first kiss you’d shared in over 70 years. It was full of love, and desperation.

“One more thing doll,” Bucky added after you finished the kiss, “Hydra got rid of the tattoo, so will you go with me to get it redone?” “Of course, and I should probably get mine touched up, it’s been frozen for a long time and is looking faded.” You both smiled, remembering the memory,

“Come on doll! It’s your 18th birthday! You gotta do something fun! Something crazy! Like getting a tattoo! ” Bucky pleaded for like the 50th time. You and him weren’t dating yet, but the feelings were already there. “I’ll make you a deal Buck Buck,” he looked at you a little skeptically, “if you get a matching tattoo with me, I’ll do it.” Bucky quickly agreed. Against Steve’s protests, you and Bucky went and got them done, as the years went on, the tattoos became a symbol of the bond between the two of you.

“Finally got over the lame chick from the 40s and got yourself a lady friend Tin Man?” Tony joked, seeing you and Bucky cuddled up on the living room couch, watching a movie. “That ‘lame chick’ could kick your ass if you’re not careful,” you retorted, standing up to face Tony. “You’re that lady from my dad’s pictures, wait you’re Y/N!?!?” “In the flesh,” you responded. “How, What, Huh?” You didn’t feel like going into the long story so you simply said, “magic.” Tony gathered the whole team and you gave them all the real story, they all agreed to kick Fury’s ass if he tried to kick you out.

That night Bucky let you borrow some clothes and you both cuddled in his room till you both fell asleep. That was the first night Bucky slept without nightmares since before the war. In the morning you were talking to Bucky and Steve, “you know, I wrote you both letters in a notebook back in the 40s, Howard took the notebook they were in, so Tony might have it.” The guys wanted to go ask Tony, when were curious what you’d written. A quick trip down to the lab produced said notebook. You displayed it out on the coffee table and flipped to the first page; a letter written to Bucky. “In another life, I would be your girl. We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world. In another life, I would make you stay. So I don't have to say you were the one that got away.” As he read, Bucky was in tears, when he finished reading the letter, that included all of their big moments, like when you’d both talk about your future. But what really made him cry was when you added to that, ‘never planned that one day I’d be loosing you.’ He hugged you and wouldn’t let go, even as he and Steve read through the rest of them. There was one where you wrote down about the wedding you and Bucky always dreamed about, one you wrote to Steve about how Peggy was doing. One Peggy wrote to put in there, that one made Steve cry. The three of you were just a crying mess in the living room.

The first time the team heard you call Bucky ‘Buck Buck,’ it was a trip. Some people, like Wanda and Bruce, let it go, it was normal, others like Sam, Tony and Clint started laughing and said he’d never live it down. You then went up to those laughing, and threatened them. You wouldn’t hurt a fly, until someone hurt or made fun of Steve or especially, Bucky, then, you let loose, they were done for.

It took a while for you to get used to having Bucky and Steve back, but it was the best thing ever. You finally had the love of your life and your best friend back, nothing could be better. And when Fury did come, he got his ass best by almost all the Avengers, he left you alone from then on.

[ryoskuna]

⭑ promised eternity | hades!sukuna x persephone!reader au headcanons (PT 1).

A/N: ... yo... i would like to say whoever threatened to send me toe pics, a-plus, bc you made me release this into the wild. * insert megumi meme face here * but this is just HEADCANONS for a hades!sukuna and persephone!reader-esque universe, and because y’all are as thirsty as I am, it includes some SFW and NSFW headcanons. grab your water bottles, and I apologize for my subconscious now. (cause it’s always on auto-pilot and giving me wild af ideas.) We shall all thirst... over OG form sukuna as well, because ,, well, big daddy, do i need to say more???  also this is some seriously fantasy like au , sort of, it takes place during sukuna’s original time as a curse, when gojo’s ancestor was after him, and hints wildly on that, and also will hit moments where the sorcerers are of course, hunting him. feel free to give me your thoughts and ask questions, because i love you all.  onward to the THIRST! ( also side note, promised eternity is the name of the potential series that may come from this. ) 

this is part one of the headcanons, and they’re all SFW.

being married to the king of curses is not easy. it’s awkward at first, and then later on, comforting at best. to have someone who believes in you, roots you on (even if he’s kind of mean about it at first), is better than having nothing. you’ve been looked at for so long as a “curse” for your untrained cursed energy, that to have someone who sees potential in your “god” given gifts instead of spite (or only useful in preventing a raid) is refreshing. and unsettling at first.

speaking of that, sukuna basically rescued you from your village. for the entirety of your life before him, your cursed energy has gone unchecked, untrained.  so it fluctuates with your emotions. it’s useful when you summon your wrath to defend your village or when your untrained reverse cursed techniques help the crops grow— but any other time, you are known as a curse. your emotions grow sad or you grow angry, and people die accidentally. ( hence your harbinger of death nickname. )  sukuna, during his many trips to your village for taxes and the occasional “recruitment” of healthy women and me, he has noticed you. and he has noticed your vast amount of cursed energy. it’s all but too easy for him to command the head of your village to hand you over — your parent(s) have no say. 

sukuna is generous enough to compensate them, and the head of village. it’s one of few kindnesses he’ll show, besides eventually to you. sukuna will never tell, not till much later on, that he noticed you in every visit he’s ever made. that you deserved better than the mockery and scorn of your people. he offers to burn them all for you, but your mercy says otherwise.

speaking of when he came to get you, he was 10 feet tall, dressed in a black montsuki kimono and hakama. all four of his arms are on display, and all four of his eyes are on you.

you, are in a shiromuku, complete with a wataboshi — you and your mother (or a village woman) made it, but it will not be the last of your “bridal” gowns as you travel through at least five villages before arriving at sukuna’s fortress-like palace. sukuna has prepared you both a uchikake style kimono (adorned with pinks and reds), a hikifurisode style kimono (black, but also adorned with whites and golds and reds)— lastly is the Tomesode, which you arrive to your new home in, adorned in pins and signs of your new status. it’s here you discover you are not meant to be a mistress, you are meant to be a wife. his wife. his first, and his only (or at least he’ll try to keep it that way).

sukuna does not make time for much. rumors of him are notorious of his over-indulgence, guided by only his pleasure and displeasure, which is slightly true.  but he makes time for you. you aren’t like the others he’s taken in his time, whether for his entertainment or to be in his service (you are not his toy as he has a habit of disposing of his playthings once they bore him); you’re his wife, but you are also this powerful being, who if trained, will become even more powerful. if you were a sorcerer, you’d rival him — but you are his equal. 

he tries to make you feel that way by shrinking down to your size. he drops his 10 ft height (even through he can grow larger), to 6′8 or 7ft (pick your preference). it helps him watch the way you fight him, and he’ll change his height to help you train to fight enemies of different sizes.

sukuna’s loyalty to you forms in the midst of gifts. he’s lavish and again, over-indulgent. before your lips ask for it, somehow you already have whatever you desire. however, he also realizes, the more that he’s around you that gifts don’t make you happy (as pleasing as they are). being in his company is what makes you happy. oh, and sukuna’s very careful to touch you. his strength knows no bounds, until you touch him. you have to be the one that touches him first. it’s a brush over the knuckles, your tiny hand wrapping around his big one.

the way you manipulate plants to your advantage as a defense will never not amaze him. the way you use vines to wrap around him to capture him is genius, and the sneak attack you give has gotten better. he’ll still tease you ask “is that the best you can do” with your hits to provoke more of your strength, and he’ll give praise at the end, in his own way. (more touches.)

sukuna’s untouched garden becomes yours as one of your wedding gifts. it’s yours, and all the servants know it. everyone on his grounds knows it is yours. 

you haven’t realized it since your arrival, but there are female servants that are your handmaidens, but for the harem that sukuna supposedly keeps — you have no idea where they are. it isn’t till one of your handmaidens inform you that he freed them with compensation. it’s not an uncommon practice for him, you’re told. he does not keep anyone against their will, and he never forced the girls he kept to do anything. for him, war and fighting made his blood rush just as much as sex could.

you and sukuna’s cursed energy manages to mingle to create a rare flower, one that turns from a gold color to red at the tips of the petals. he later tells you that beautiful things can come from destruction, and it makes you think of yourself, and who you’ve become with his guidance as you look into his eyes.

the first time you sleep in his bed with him, he lays still on one side of the bed (which is unusual for him) until you beckon him closer. he meets you halfway in the middle, where you lay your head on his chest and listen to the sound of him breathing. he’ll never admit it at first, but the comfort you give to him is startling, but welcomed. he wraps two arms around you, but it isn’t until you’re sleep that all four hold you gently against him, as if those four arms are shields to keep you safe.

He admires your strength and the various ways it shows itself. He has since your “wedding day”, when you shed no tears at being taken from your family. When you told him “do what you will”, but also in your rage he tapped into when you wrapped thorny vines around him when he provoked you by calling you “a murderous curse of a girl”.  He apologizes for this comment at some point, while you two lay together in the garden.

he presents to you a crown, shaped after the marks on his forehead (preserved through a picture painted on a fan). it is two horns towards the ceiling, made of black metal the color of obsidian. 

sukuna enjoys towering over you. and more importantly, once it no longer startles you, you enjoy the safety that his height reminds you of.

the form of trust sukuna has with you is seen by the servants when assigns advisors to you, as well as teaches you how to deal with trials when they come forth. you are his rose with thorns now, and you know how to use them.

someone speaks ill of sukuna? you are reminding them of their place: “speak ill of your king again with that tongue of yours and i’ll take it”

OKAY BADASS, and sukuna is all for it, just “that’s my s/o”

and lord, the pet names this man has for you: “my dove” “my love” “my moon” and you with: “my sun and stars” (thank u got)... he’s got a lot of pet names.

he likes to hold you on his side for some reason, whenever he can. honestly, he just likes you close.

basically, you’re tough as hell and powerful as hell and you grow into your added strength and he loves it.

can you say POWER COUPLE OF THE AGES

[tommysparker]

Never Forget You [Chapter 3]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader

A/N: hey y’all! thank you for your patience with this chapter. enjoy!! :) [also totally didn’t have this in my drafts then forget to post earlier pfftttt whaaaatt?]

Warnings: angst with a tiny amount of fluff. anakin finally makes his debut in this series. it gets better just stay with me. long italic paragraphs = flashbacks

Anakin Skywalker had witnessed many things over the years. 

Giant beasts? At least once a week. Sith Lords? Becoming too common. Droid armies? All year long. Looking death in the eye? Simply another day in the life of a Jedi. 

Nothing could ever have prepared him for the sight he was currently witnessing. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi, his Master, The Negotiator, the Jedi Council’s most prized Jedi…sulking.

It has been a full week since You returned to the Jedi Temple and Anakin couldn’t help to think his former Master’s mood and your arrival were connected. He was vaguely aware of your past friendship, only hearing bits and pieces of the adventures you had together as Padawans. 

During his days under Obi-Wan’s apprenticeship he would often hear about how “a wise Jedi I once knew” would do certain things. He wanted to know more about this oh-so-great Jedi, however, any time the young boy asked his Master would always brush him off with a mournful look in his eyes.  

He didn’t understand at the time but now he’s beginning to piece together that perhaps there was something more between the two of you. 

“You think Master Y/l/n and Master Kenobi were courting?” 

“Keep your voice down, Snips,” Anakin hushed.

“Sorry, sorry. But Master,” Ahsoka lowers her voice, “what led you to that conclusion? I’ve hardly seen them together since Master Y/l/n came back. What makes you think they could be lovers?” 

“That’s just it, Ahoska. They’ve been avoiding each other like the Rakghoul plague. Obi-Wan told me they were such good friends, and now that they’re back they can’t stand to be in the same room as each other? I don’t buy it.” Anakin looked back to where Obi-Wan sat with Commander Cody, no doubt brainstorming new battle tactics and liberation plans. 

“So what do you suppose we do? Set them up or something?” The look her Master gave her made her regret her words the moment they left her mouth. 

“Come on, Snips. It’s a good idea. We get them to stay in the same room so they have no choice but to confront each other and talk things out! It’s genius.” Anakin smiled, his eyes still on his former Master. He had a feeling if Obi-Wan were to find out about this plan he would be in for a major lecture but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He couldn’t stand to see the old man look so miserable, not if he can do anything about it. 

Ahsoka crossed her arms and followed her Master’s gaze. Something was clearly different about her Grand-Master. He had put his full attention into ending the war, which wasn’t new. However, she could tell something was off. He no longer came out to the landing zone to greet returning fighters, stayed away from the meditation and training centers as well as the Jedi Archives which was the most off-putting observation considering that was where he spent most of his time.

Anytime someone needed to find Obi-Wan Kenobi, the first place they would check was the ancient history section of the Jedi Archives. 

“I don’t know why you find so much interest in these old books Y/n/n,” Obi-Wan complained from across the table. “Can’t we go practice our lightsaber skills instead?” 

You smiled. “Nuh uh, mister. If I won the wager you promised to sit with me during my reading time. Now shush, and read.” You pushed the unopened textbook toward the pouting Padawan. “Maybe you’ll actually learn something.” 

Obi-Wan stuck his tongue out in a childish manner, sighing dramatically when you gave him a certain look and reluctantly opened the cover and began to read Tales of The Old Republic. 

Safe to say from that point onward, Obi-Wan would join your daily Archive visits with zero complaints. 

You close the book, careful to make sure no pages fell out and gently push it back into its place on the shelf. Using the force, you carefully push the ladder you were currently standing on over to the next column and begin nitpicking through the array of old texts. 

It took a few days for you to settle in and readjust to the Jedi Temple life. Once you had, however, things quickly took a turn. 

Master Yoda requested that you help train some of the younglings who were having trouble advancing into the next stages of becoming a Jedi. In all honesty, you much rather have had the freedom to roam for at least one more week, but the new role presented an excuse to not be around a certain blue-eyed Jedi. 

“Looking for something?” 

The voice startled you, causing you to jump and lose your balance on the ladder. You yelp as you begin to fall towards the ground, bracing yourself for the hash impact and the bruises that would add to the collection on your side still currently healing.  

Instead, you feel a pair of arms catch you, one under your back and the other behind your knees in a classic bridal style. The hold felt secure instantly, and you instinctively clung to the tunic of your savior. You look up to thank the person for preventing any injuries, but the blue eyes staring back at you made your mind go blank. 

Obi-Wan stared back, unsure of what to say. This was the closest he has been to you since you left a decade ago. He longed to have you in his arms, to hug you, to regain that safety net you provided he knew he could always fall back on.

“Um...thank you, General.” It came out as more of a question, your mind still reeling from almost falling and also the fact that the man who you had been actively avoiding just happened to be in the same place you spent hours of your youth together. 

“Obi-Wan, please. No need for formalities, darling.” The old nickname slipped out, and he was about to apologize when he noticed the light blush that spread across your face. Perhaps not everything about you has changed. 

“Right...Obi-Wan. Well, I’ll be on my way then,” You rushed, trying to pass by him but he stopped you once again by the call of your name. 

“Y/n/n’s wait. Whatever game you’re playing, frankly I am not a fan of it.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“What are you talking about?” You turned around and looked at him confused. 

“You were the one who summoned me here,” he stretched his arms out, “here I am and now you’re trying to run away again. I hardly think that’s fair.” He was beginning to get frustrated. He came in with his heart on his sleeve, ready to finally talk to you after so long and find out why you’ve been keeping your distance. Now, all he felt was betrayal and irritation at the ongoing dance you insist on doing around each other. 

He preferred to dance like you did in your youth, but alas this was nothing but another sign he needs to get mind out of the past.  

You scoffed lightly. “Again? What is that supposed to mean exactly?” You knew exactly what he meant, but you didn’t want to admit it. You’ve been denying it for ten years and Force be damned if you’d admit it now. 

“You’ve been avoiding me since your return--” You open your mouth to protest but he ignores you and continues “--and then you send the youngling to bring me here, only to try to flee upon my arrival,” He frowns, lifting his elbow and resting it on his remaining crossed arm. “I know our history can make things...difficult in the present time,” He glanced around cautiously as he spoke,”but I would appreciate it if we make an agreement simply to not speak from now on. No more games.” 

You blinked, head tilting slightly as you waited for him to finish. “Obi-Wan, I didn’t ask for you to come here. Nor would I ever involve younglings in personal matters.” He should know that, you thought. But should he really? 

His face fell from annoyance to embarrassment, his arms falling to his sides. “Oh.” He wasn’t sure what to do now. It was his own fault for getting his hopes up. I should have known better. 

You purse your lips and nodded slowly. “Well, I’m glad we at least came to an agreement. Goodbye, General Kenobi.” You took your leave, forcing yourself not to look back as you felt his eyes watching your figure. 

Obi-Wan let out a frustrated sigh, knowing he just ruined any and all changes of reconnecting with you. In his defense, however, you were the one avoiding his attempts at friendly conversation and refusing to meet and make up for lost time.  

Still, something didn’t feel right about this. 

“What the kriff was that?” 

Ah, there’s that something. “Anakin, please tell me this was not your doing.” 

Anakin smiled guilty, Ahsoka coming out from behind the bookshelf to stand next to her Master. 

“It was Snips' idea.” Anakin shrugged, flinching when he felt her punch his arm. “Ow!”

“You were the one who came up with the plan, and now look! Master Y/l/n and Master Kenobi will never get together--” Ahoska stops herself, realizing she said too much. “Oh no.” 

“I beg your pardon?” Obi-Wan looks at them both incredulously. “First of all, Master Y/l/n and I are simply…” he wanted to say friends, but even that was a reach at this point, “acquaintances. We knew each other in the past, and in the past our friendship shall stay. As for ‘getting together’, you both know very well any implication of that goes directly against the Jedi Code.” He crossed his arms tightly as he scolded. 

“I can tell you harbour feelings for them, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to lie to us.” 

“Whatever feelings I may or may not have for Y/n are unrelated. You must understand your responsibilities as a Jedi. No matter what emotional sacrifice we must make.” He made a point to look at Anakin at the end, knowing he won’t follow the implication but at least hoping he’ll get the message.     

“We’re sorry, Master.” Ahsoka looked down in shame not at what they had tried to achieve, but at the cost and clear damage they caused. 

Obi-Wan sighed, running a hand over his beard before resting it on her shoulder. “It’s alright young one. You meant no harm. Perhaps some things are better left forgotten.” 

Oh, if only it were that simple. 

A Padawan approached the three of them quickly. “Excuse me, Master Yoda sent me to tell you he and Master Y/l/n are waiting for you all in the council room.” 

Of course, these things never are. 

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[evacado3]

His princess ❣︎

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Word count: 1393

When the chairman asked to see you personally, the first thought was definitely, I'm getting promoted.

This is it, after working full-time with that dimwit, I'm getting promoted~ And I might finally get a chance to work with Gun! You squealed at the thought, skipping through the hallways in delight, faintly humming a song.

In front of his door, you smoothed out your suit, a brand new one just for this exact event. Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door. But what awaited you was a little, no, a lot different to what you expected. A smug-looking man, manspreading on the couch, and the chairman sitting straightly.

"Princess, I missed you!" Goo exclaimed, not too surprised when you shot him a glare. Ngl, after working with him for nearly two weeks, it's shocking how much he grew onto you. Is this his manipulative side everyone talks about?

Maybe the gut feelings were mistaken, maybe the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when the nickname 'princess' was used, were simply all an illusion.

Oh, but he noticed, how that glare was far softer than before. How your eyes would linger on him a bit longer every time he treats you after work. How you wouldn't protest about his sickly sweet nicknames anymore, how you'd enjoy his company.

The chairman snapped you out of your trance, "Take a seat." You plopped down on the place besides Goo where his hands patted. Honestly a little confused as to why you complied without complaint. You might not catch it, but his smirk widened more seeing you so obedient.

"I don't think you've heard, but you've made quite a name for yourself, miss y/n."

You tilted your head in perplex, and why on earth was Goo gawking at you like that. Creep.

"Goo's princess."

"Pardon me?" your neck snapped towards the strict man. you couldn't find an ounce of insincerity on his emotionless face. Dead silence rang through the room till Goo's laughter burst out in amusement.

Oh lord how you were wrong, let's never underestimate your gut feeling. The butterflies are going insane upon his laughter, wait, why are my cheeks burning?

"Princess! This is unexpected, but what we're trying to say is ..."

The sentence echoed throughout the room.

"What did you say?"

"I said, what we're trying to say is, you'll stay working with me, sweet pea!"

Hold on, haha I'm so tired I'm hallucinating. Right?

Your face was blank, well more like restrained.

All you were thinking about was should you risk it by yelling in the chairman's face. Though in the end, you'd rather not lose your job. So you took a big breath, "What's the meaning of this?" you said exasperated.

Goo brushed his hair back, standing up with hands behind his back. "Well, I suggested to the chairman, since more people will be targeting you now, there's no need to change and put other people into danger! Right? Miss y/n." he announced proudly.

The first use of your name to ever fall out of his lips.

"Do you have a fever princess? You're a bit red." Goo mentioned. This man needs to stop examining you like that, with those tempting eyes. You didn't even notice he took off his glasses until you finally looked him in the eye.

"I-I'm fine, just recovering from the shock." you blurted out. "But president, does that mean I have to stick with this moro- I meant Goo, until the rumors are resolved? And without increasing my salary?" you sulked.

The man cut off Goo before he could speak, "If a raise is what you're looking for, that's already done. But about the rumors, they won't go out after a day."

To be honest, your face is more green than red. Hold on, didn't I come here just to work with my beloved jonggun, time out, what's going on.

"Please just tell me what's gonna happen." sighing loudly, you lean forwards, massaging your forehead with one hand.

"I'm going to make you collect debts with joongoo instead of jonggun."

Ok, that's it. You blew up. "Wait! Chairman please, you cannot be serious about this!" Man did your dreams just wash down the drain in front of you, yeah it did.

"Buttercup, you don't have to worry about working with me! I'm reliable you know?" Goo grinned, seeing you speechless gave him another level of refreshment.

A fly might have gotten into your mouth, but that's all nothing compared to the bullshit you've just heard. Your mouth wide open, trying to digest the info you were given.

"Hold on, so you're telling me, to work every day plus night, full-time, no rest while dealing with a fool AND putting my life on the line?"

"You're pay is increased by 50 percent."

"Deal."

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"Hey boss, it's them! Goo and his woman!"

You rolled your eyes hearing those words, crossing your arms, "Gosh could people stop saying that?"

Goo turned around to smirk at you, "I could get used to this, in fact, I think this is fantastic!" He turned back only to meet the eyes of the gang's boss. Oh how he terrified him with his menacing smile, a signature one of course.

"Jackass," you muttered under your breath.

"Hey, you give me a new nickname every time don't ya. What about hubby, or even prince char-"

"No way! There's no charming thing about you, I'll stick with my nicknames thank you. But anyway, why is the leader quivering like that?"

Something's not right.

"You've got to be kidding me.” you groaned.

The head only chuckled tensely, “M-mister Goo, you certainly are early, would you like something to drink? Or..." he scratched the back of his head. I wish I could tell him to drop that fake ass smile.

Goo checks his watch with a grimaced face, "No, we're just on time. Now if you would kindly show us what you've prepared?" he leaned towards the boss.

The leader avoided eye contact with the towering man, mumbling a few words. "Huh? I can't hear you man, hold on, you do have the money right? My schedule was delayed and I've given you guys three extra days!" he made a pissed-off face, "I was gonna grab dinner after this, so let's clear up this misunderstanding. Fast."

This doesn't usually happen frequently, the sum isn't even that difficult to make. Unless if you're not good with money, but then why would you make a gang?

Do I just have bad luck, still I'm glad I'm not wearing anything too expensive. The crew didn't look too pleased with Goo's statement, one by one they begin taking out their weapons.

"Princess, behind you~"

You sighed while murmuring some curses, lifting your arm and slamming back your clenched fist, whacking the guy's nose. Why am I always the option for a hostage? Sighing even more, you asked, "You want help?"

"Yes please cutie, but if you keep sighing like that, you'll get shorter!" The audacity of this man to insult you while fighting off people like it's such a daily thing.

Upon his mockery, you decided to just not help, walking away from the scene and ignoring his whining apologies. Instead, approaching the boss on the side, flinching when he felt your firm grip on his shoulders. What a pussy, you thought, is he shorter than me?

"Don't come near me! Guards, hey!" he shrieks, earning a loud snicker from you. "You call yourself the boss? Hey, look at me. Your guards aren't coming ok? You'll have to deal with me."

You grinned, one that sends chills down his spine, making him back off into a corner. Goo should be done soon, even if he isn't, he's gonna rush. Just to see the daunting expression on your face when you finished your job.

Then at the end of the day, he'll award you for your hard work. Even taking a nice short stroll with you, treating you some ice cream. Things like this are what makes work tolerable, it's not far-fetched to even say enjoyable. Though you'd never admit.

And he won't stop spoiling you, not until he loses interest. But maybe, just maybe those little butterflies are also fluttering in his tummy. Somethings telling him this isn't just about interest, it's a lot more.

After all, you are his princess.

[ladydimitrescuspet]

Just This Once, Your Ears Only

AO3 link! this is for my anon that just found out about miss d and the pallboys and wanted a fic about it so here you go! I hope y'all enjoy this and apologies for any grammatical errors!

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Alcina didn’t talk much about her past and that was fine. You always cherished the things that she had told you about her time before Mother Miranda and the cadou. You never pushed her to tell you more than she was comfortable, but when you found that old jazz album in a box your curiosity was piqued. How had she not told you that she used to be in a jazz band called Miss D & the Pallboys? Honestly, you were pretty shocked that Alcina hadn’t told you about this part of her life. So when you brought it to her, your find, she was a bit hostile about it.

“Ali, come on. This is really cool.” You said. “I know you don’t often talk about your past, but I really want to know more about this.”

Alcina sighed, rubbing her temples to ebb away the oncoming headache. “Dear, I’ve already said that I don’t wish to revisit such a trivial time in my life.” Alcina replied.

“But I’ve never heard you sing.” You counter. “I’ve heard you hum, I’ve heard you play the piano, but I’ve never once heard you sing.”

“And I’m afraid you’ll never get the opportunity to. My singing days are long behind me and I’d like to keep it that way.” Alcina replied.

You frowned, but ultimately accepted your defeat. “Alright, Ali, I’m sorry. You win.” For now, at least. Time for Plan B. “Can I visit Karl this week?” You asked.

Alcina groaned. “I am not sure how you became friends with that annoying little imp, but I do need you out of the Castle tomorrow so I suppose you may go and visit him then.” Alcina responded. “However, when you leave, have him escort you home. As much as I despise that man-child, there have been lycans spotted around the village and forest more so than usual in the evening, so you’ll be safe with that little idiot by your side.”

You gave her a smile and nod as you did an internal happy dance. “I will call him now to let him know. I’ll even throw in a little threat so he knows you’re serious, Ali.” You teased. Alcina snorted at that. “Alcina?” She hummed in acknowledgment. “Have you ever tried to say something nice about Karl or even tried to be a little bit nicer to him?” You asked.

Alcina looked up at you. “When that insufferable idiot is nicer to me then I shall repay him in kind. Until then, if he keeps calling me lady super sized bitch, I will continue to refer to him as a child. Although, he really is a child regardless of what affectionate nicknames he has for our so called family.” Alcina replied. “But Heisenberg being nice to me will never happen in a million years.”

"Are you willing to bet on that?" You asked. Alcina whirled her eyebrow at you. "If Karl does something nice for you then you have to sing one of your jazz songs for me."

"And if he doesn't?" Alcina asked.

"Then you get whatever you want from me." You replied.

Alcina hummed. "And if I want you chained to my bed all day to do with as I please, I can have that?" You nodded your head. "Then I believe we have a bet on our hands, dear."

You gave her a nervous smile before excusing yourself from her study. After you left, you made your way to your own study. The thought of it made you smile. Alcina had realised that you didn’t have a room in the castle to call your own, so she allowed you to remake one of them into your own, so to speak. It was still decorated the way Alcina had, but now it had more of your things in it to keep you occupied if Alcina went out for a meeting or if you just needed a quiet space to be in.

The first thing you did upon entering your study was call Karl. You let him know that you’d be over early and you even mentioned the bet you had going on with Alcina. “Lady Super Sized Bitch is going down.” were his exact words and they made you laugh. After you said goodbye to him, you called Donna and asked her if she could sew some costumes up for you, the girls, and Karl. You were glad that she had agreed and accepted your invitation to Jazz Friday as opposed to Opera Wednesday. This week’s meeting had been moved from Friday to Wednesday so Opera Night had been moved to Friday. You really hoped that Alcina wouldn’t mind you hijacking her night with your plan and with only five days to get it all planned, you really didn’t have time to work yourself into a tizzy with worrying.

You spent the next day with Karl, telling him what instruments you’d need him to produce for the show. With that taken care of, you could talk to the girls about the surprise and the parts that they’d play for Jazz Night. You made sure all of the Lords had an invitation for Friday. You would’ve invited Mother Miranda, but she was out of the village on business. You were nervous when Friday finally came, making sure everything was perfect.

“Hey, kiddo, don’t worry. Alci’s gonna love it.” Karl said as he fussed over his tuxedo.

You let out a deep breath and smiled at him. “Of course. Or at least I hope she does.” You replied. You held the microphone in your hand when you heard Alcina’s voice.

“Donna, Moreau, it’s a pleasure to have you two with us tonight. I see Heisenberg has failed to join us for another evening.” That made Karl scowl. “Nevertheless, the show must go on. My wonderful daughters and my lovely partner, Y/N, have prepared something special for us tonight. So please sit back and enjoy the show.” Alcina said, finishing off her speech before sitting in her seat.

A couple of maids opened the curtain and you could hear the small gasp Alcina let out, your face starting to heat up. You’d had Karl make a saxophone for Bela, a piano for Cassandra that she could comfortably sit at, a cello for Daniela, and a trumpet for himself. Whilst Donna made tuxedos for all of you. The girls and Karl wore black tuxedos with white dress shirts, the only difference being that the girls had their gemstones on the collar of their shirts and Karl’s didn’t. Your tuxedo was white and you had a hat on with a feather like the one Alcina wore on the cover of the Miss D & the Pallboys album. You managed to not let your nerves get to you as you sang a Nat King Cole classic, Unforgettable. When the performance was over the five of you bowed before the curtain closed.

“Y/N, that was amazing!” Bela said. “I think I saw Mother tearing up out there so I’d say that she loved the performance!”

You scratched at the back of your head, laughing nervously. “Really? I just wish we could’ve sung a Miss D & the Pallboys original for her too, but you can’t go wrong with a classic like Unforgettable.” You replied. “Now you three go get changed, you still have to do that Italian opera piece your mother picked out for you.”

Daniela gave you a hug. “Thank you for putting this together.” Daniela said into your ear.

Cassandra gave you a smile. “And we completely understand if you want to skip the rest of the show. Putting together something like this sounds very tiring.” You nodded your head before wishing them good luck.

The rest of the night was purely opera, but you didn’t have it in yourself to join the others back out in the audience while the girls did their performance. So you had made your way back to the room that you shared with Alcina, putting on your pyjamas and curling up into bed with a book. And that’s how Alcina found you, except you were almost half asleep with the book lying across your stomach.

“Darling?” Alcina called out softly, rousing you from your sleep. You hummed in acknowledgment to let her know you were still with her. Alcina took that opportunity to put on her nightgown before slipping into the bed next to you, pulling you into her side. “Did you put together that whole thing just for me?” Alcina asked.

You nodded. “I did. Not alone though. Karl and Donna really helped out. And Moreau was the one that recommended the song I sang, Mother Miranda bless him for the suggestion.” You mumbled out slightly before yawning.

Alcina pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, My Love. Now, I do believe I lost a bet so I’ll give you your reward, yes?” You sleepily nodded your head against her side. “Alright, little one, but just this once and for your ears only. And only because you got that idiot oaf to do something nice for me.” Alcina said.

“Be nice, Ali.” You mumbled again, smiling at the grumbling noises that Alcina made at your words but you could faintly make out her saying “Fine,” before you let out a hum of approval.

After a few seconds of silence, you heard Alcina start to sing the words to a song you didn’t know. You could only assume that it was one of the songs she sang with her band and you smiled. Alcina really did have a beautiful singing voice.

[realcube]

soft haikyuu!! boys with a baddie* s/o  😈

characters:  yamaguchi, hinata, suga, akaashi, nishinoya & tendou

tw// swearing

*(a/n): anon requested a kinda sassy, sarcastic reader and verbatim ‘she is basically a salt bag, but she also has like some sugar’  so i simplified that down to baddie :) so the reader isn’t really a delinquent but they are a bit rough around the edges uffabvrslbv 

Tadashi Yamaguchi

he definitely thinks you’re really cool and he wants to be just like you :O

bc you give off ‘bad bitch who doesn’t care about what other ppl think about them’ energy and what he would give tO HAVE THAT!!

so that’s when he knew he needed to be your friend >:) 

so he was like ‘tsukki, go talk to (y/n) for me >:)’ thinking that was his first step to becoming confident pfft

luckily, god was on his side though bc the teacher rearranged the seats and you and him were sitting next to each other 

hence, he got the opportunity to talk to you without it seeming too forced

you both fell for each other so hard

like he would act tough to try impress you but you preferred his natural softness while you tried to act uncharacteristically docile so you wouldn’t scare him off but he liked you for your boldness 

it was a match made in heaven 💞

he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out one day and y’all have just been falling more ever since

although, that doesn’t mean yamaguchi’s forgotten one of the main reasons he wanted to be with you in the first place

‘please teach me your ways, (y/n)!’ he pleaded, his head resting on your lap so you had to cover his puppy-eyes with your phone

‘no, tadashi. firstly, you’re sweet and gentle- you’re just built like that. secondly, i don’t have any ‘ways’ to teach you!’

yamaguchi continued to pry, ‘then how are you just so effortlessly self-assured?’

‘who told you that, tadashi?’

‘no one.’ yamaguchi poked the back of your hand to get you to move it, ‘but remember that time one of the guys in our class tried to make fun of the size of your head and you told him to shut up?’

you rolled your eyes, setting your phone aside before placing a brief kiss on yamaguchi’s forehead, ‘he said he couldn’t see the board because of my ‘big head’, tadashi; that’s hardly an insult. also, what else could i have possibly said other than that?’

but then you remembered this is yamaguchi you’re talking to; if that was him, he’d probably apologise, move his head aside then cry in the bathroom or sumn.

‘i should be the one asking you why you’re so insecure. i mean, i know everyone is a little bit insecure about something but you just take it to a whole other level.’ you mused, absentmindedly massaging his scalp

yamaguchi frowned, ‘exactly! teach me how to stop being insecure.’

‘no please, no thank you?’ you inquired with a snicker, realising that your habits might of accidentally rubbed off on him

bc just a few weeks ago, he’d be thanking you for breathing the same air as him but now he didn’t even say ‘please’ when asking for a favour 

gasp

‘please teach me how to be resilient, (y/n).’

you chuckled, leaning down to whisper in his ear, ‘okay, since you’re so polite, i’ll tell you my secret - but promise not to tell anybody else!.’

‘i promise.’ yamaguchi replied without hesitation

‘okay, first thing you need to do is go to the depths of hell and find satan hims--’ 

yamaguchi let out a sigh as he realised that you weren’t being serious then playfully flicked your forehead away, ‘rude.’

you beamed, pressing another kiss upon his forehead, ‘i know~’

Shōyō Hinata

let’s not pretend hinata wasn’t shitting his pants when he first heard about you from kageyama

‘they called me a shitty setter the other day.’

but kageyama failed to mention the part where he cut you in line for lunch 🙄 mans had it coming

like hinata genuinely thought that if he came within a 5 foot radius of you, you’d literally come for volleyball career

plus, hinata knew he had a lot of things to be insults on (mostly, his height) so he decided to keep his distance at first 

but when he actually saw you - rather than a vague description that kageyama conjured - he kinda fell head over heels

well, not only bc of your looks - he isn’t that shallow

but the same day, you dropped your purse/wallet on the walk home and ,mhsince hinata was walking behind you, he acted as any good Samaritan would; picked it up then handed it to you 

then you said something along the lines of ‘thanks, shorty.’

not shawty. lord- shorty as in short with a y at the end

and whether you meant that as a dig or not was beyond him - but either way, he fkn adored it 

also it doesn’t matter whether you are taller or shorter than hinata- he is still short-stuff >:)

by some miracle he managed to ask you out successfully and he’s kinda been glued to you ever since

like he wants to spend every second that he’s not at volleyball club/school with you 

and if you tell him he’s being clingy, he’s going to cry-

nonono jk jk

he’d probably be a bit offended but then give you your space

also, you noticed how he was really endeared by the tad mean nicknames you gave him like ‘shorty’, ‘short stuff’ and ‘ginger’

the only ones he didn’t like was ‘boke’ or ‘dumbass’ bc it reminded him too much of kageyama + tsukishima

so you started calling him these things - teasingly - more frequently 

and he loves it ngl

as long as you aren’t truly mean to him, he enjoys being called these things by you for some reason

so, his first mistake was assuming that you’d like being called these joking nicknames just as much as he does

you were helping him with english once and it’s definitely not his strong suit

same, hinata

‘look at that! you spelt all your vocabs correctly, for a change.’ you commented, peering over the desk at the paper sitting in front of him

his eyes widened and his lips curled into a hopeful smile, ‘really?!’

‘no.’ you snickered, pointing to the first word on the list. ‘your word was taxis - you wrote ‘texas’, dumbass.’

hinata let out an exasperated sigh, propping his elbow onto the table to rest his cheek on his palm

then, he had an idea ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

‘alright, stupidface, should i rewrite them?’

you gasped, furrowing your brows at what he just called you 

for a moment, you thought you might’ve misheard him but upon observing his smug expression, you realised that he really did just call you a ‘stupidface’ 

so you burst out laughing 

obviously, hinata was rather shocked at your reaction

‘hey! what’s so funny?’

‘di- di- did you just call me a ‘stupidface’?!’ you panted in-between cackles, clutching your stomach to soothe the butterflies

hinata jutted out his bottom lip and folding his arms over his chest, ‘yeah, what about it?’

‘that is so cute!- do it again!’ you demanded, enthusiastically slamming your fist against the desk

‘IT’S NOT CUTE!’ hinata barked, playfully flicking your forehead 

once you caught your breath, you took hinata’s hands and looked him dead in the eyes, ‘you’re fucking adorable, shōyō.’

the hoarseness of your voice making it sound like somewhat of a threat 

‘you’re adorable-er, (y/n).’

‘i know.’

Kōshi Sugawara 

he admires how strong and independent you are/seem 😍

and the fact you don’t go out of your way to suck-up to ppl 

he kinda wants to be like you in that sense but unlike yamaguchi, he accepts that he’s way too much of a people pleaser for that lol

so he sticks to admiring you from afar

then he musters up the courage to ask you out with some chocolate cupcakes; the same kind that you accidentally got on his blazer on the first day of second year :))

and you say yes (╯▽╰ )

also a big part of your relationship is aggressive positivity ✨😡

like if he makes a joke about looking crusty, you’ll promptly respond, ‘shut up, kōshi - you look so hot.’

or if you berate yourself for getting a poor mark on a test, suga will interrupt with no hesitation, ‘fuck off, (y/n), you’re literally so smart and hard working - you’ll probably get 100% on the next test.’

also when he’s around you he switches between canon and fanon suga rapidly 

one second he’s like ‘aww, are you stressed bc of school? i’ll bake you some cookies, baby--’ then you’ll jokingly make a comment about his post-practise B.O and he’ll literally get so defensive

‘WOW I OFFER YOU SOMETHING NICE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! STOP BEING SO MEAN TO ME, COMING FOR MY INSECURITES LIKE THAT  - I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO FOR A SHOWER ANYWAY GEEZ’ ┗|｀O′|┛

ISVBFELIAEA plz he is too much ✋

he just prides himself in smelling like ocean breeze 99% of the time so you really didn’t need to hurt his feelings like that when you caught him lackin c’mon LMAO

‘wait so are we making cookies or not?’ you inquired, stifling a snicker at his little diva moment

‘ofc we are 🥺’  

he’ll probably use red icing on one of the cookies to draw a ‘>:(’ face then hand it to you, saying that he drew you

he’ll also break of bits of his own cookie and feed it to you’re doing something that requires both hands like typing, homework, dishes etc

whether you eat it from his hand happily, decline his offer or bite his fingers off is really up to you 

and over time, he probably picks up on some of your traits too

especially being more straight-forward 

the team will never forget the first time he was chatting about something with the vice principle and ‘sorry, but i don’t remember asking’  fell from his lips 

everyone was shocked :o

tsukishima, tanaka & noya were so impressed tho

and so were you IVBEAOGVRN

‘wow, suga. you wanna be me so bad.’ you gloated, pressing your hand against your chest 

‘GAEIVBSLR leave me alone.’ he growled, toiling over the apology letter he was currently writing to the vice principal

Keiji Akaashi 

he wanted you to be the dark academia to his light academia pfft

it was very much love at first sight btw 

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ soulmates  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the embodiment of opposites attract

he’d write you a poem/love letter to ask you out lol

‘you’re so sappy and lame, akaashi’ you scoffed in attempt to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips as your eyes finally parted from the letter to meet his 

he couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘so is that a no?’

‘-nonono!’ you shook your head rapidly, hastily correcting him, ‘it’s a yes.’

phew 

honestly, he acted all nonchalant on the outside, but akaashi would’ve been devastated if you rejected him

like he constantly tried to remind himself that you would probably say no, i mean he thought you were way out of his league. plus, it didn’t seem as though you were as much of a romantic as him

but fortunately, apart of him stayed hopeful 

now he was cuddled up beside you on a cold winters’ evening, casually drinking is hot cocoa as you both watched a disney movie (❤´艸｀❤)

he’s the type to not even care or retort if you call him stupid or whatever

as long as your context makes it clear that you’re joking 

he’d never call you those names back though ✋

to him, you’re always gonna be ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’

also, he’s probably equally as sarcastic as you so that’s not an issue 

ngl he probably gets really insecure when you’re hesitant about PDA tho

like he just wants to hold your hand but he doesn’t want to force it upon you and make you uncomfortable 🥺

but also, perhaps you’re too embarrassed by him to kiss him in public 

so please occasionally reassure him that you love him (；′⌒`) that always washes all his worries away 

Yū Nishinoya

it’s literally canon that he likes ppl who show 0 interest in him (kiyoko, tsukki etc)

so it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s all over you after that one time you called him a midget 

to be fair, he had it coming - he stepped on your fkn toe >:(( 

he does everything in his power to impress you and get you to take back what you said 

‘hey, (y/n)!’ he calls out to you in the middle of the bustling lunch hall, ‘could a midget do this?!’ *backflips off the table*

or when he demanded that you come to one of his volleyball games so you could see what he’s capable of and whenever he makes a good receive, he turns to look at you in the stands and winks/ points

or when he actually studies for a test just so he can flaunt his slightly above average grade to you 

‘look, (y/n), i got a 49%!’ he waves a paper in front of your face, which you stare at before lowering your gaze onto your 95%.

but ngl..he really brings out that lil’ bit of sugar in you 

‘well done, noya.’ you choked out feeling your dignity slowly fade in your chest

he’s just so enthusiastic and charming how can you be mean to him 🥺

to his face, at least

as soon as he leaves you beef about him to your friends

‘he is so annoyingly bodacious - audacious! why does he feel the need to show me all of his achievements like i care??? and why does he have to be so cute while doing it???’

‘do you think you maybe have a teeny-tiny crush on him?--’

‘never.’

nishinoya probably asks you out pretty casually like ‘lemme take you bowling this saturday and i can show how good i am at that too!’ he offered with a bright, bold smile

‘sure, whatever.’

‘kay! it’s a date!’

‘wut-’ but before you could question him further, he sped off

nishinoya really likes to fluster and tease you 

you’ll be sitting waiting for him at the park or whatever and he’ll swagger in and shout something like ‘how’s my gorgeous s/o doing today?! i hope you weren’t waiting for me too long!--’

then you’ll have to quickly shush him before everyone with a 7 feet radius is looking at you judgementally 

he also likes to call you the most extra nicknames just to see you blush

‘good morning, my beautiful, divine, radiant god(dess) who i worship every morning of my life!~’ he sung as he waltzed into your classroom to spend lunch with you 

but he only does that bc you are so dismissive of his advances lol

like if you openly adored his kisses and nicknames, he’d probably do them sparingly  

oh and he calls you ‘my hunny bunny’ too - don’t ask why 

Satori Tendō

you gave him your number/snap for a project and he’s one of those ppl that just assumes that y’all are friend now lol

but that wasn’t nessicarily a bad thing bc you thought he was really cool and you were happy that you still got to talk to him even after the project was over 

not that you’d ever admit it tho (╹ڡ╹ )

he’d send you cursed memes at 3AM and you’d reply like ‘mood’  then he’d fall for you 

you’d also have random, deep convos in the middle of the night 

hence he fell for you even harder 

especially bc he basically just shared his whole life story with you 

he’d spill out all his insecurities to you then you’d reply like ‘ok’ then he knew he had to ask you out bc you’re the first person not to have left him on read

so he asked you to meet him in the park and you’d reply ‘no lol  🖕 ‘ 

then he’d just smile at his phone like ‘wow, they’re so in love with me’

he’s just so used to his friends being mean to him jokingly that he can’t even tell if you’re being serious or not

so he goes to the park at the time he put forward, and ofc you’re there even though you said no bc you didn’t want tendō to show up for nothing 🥺

he was ecstatic that you were there and he probably brought you an energy drink or lollipop then asked you out

and ofc you said yes

i mean- you had kinda developed a soft spot for the poor guy 

you’d let him get away with certain things that others couldn’t around you 

for instance, you’d let him borrow your pencils/pens despite usually not allowing others to get ahold of your stuff

but that was just coz like- he’s your trustworthy bf- not some random classmate who had no reason or motive to be kind enough to return your pencils 

also, you’d let him cut in front of you in the lunch line and he did the same for you

oh and please bully anyone who makes fun of him 🙏