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[raven-dor]

I saw your recent Edmund fic and I’m obsessed!

Could you do one where Edmund gets super jealous/overprotective with reader? I love possessive Edmund!

mine all mine

the four times in which edmund discovers that he is overprotective of his wife, and the one time she proves to him she can take care of herself

PAIRING: edmund pevensie x wife!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, overprotective nature, sword fighting, typical Narnia violence, fluff ending

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

AN: This is set during the Golden Age, so all of them are adults!! also your title is fair, as in an adjective for just, not at all a description of what the reader looks like!!

part two (mine, all mine, all mine)

one.

He hadn’t meant to listen in to his wife’s meeting, really. But when he noticed Lord Eluna raising his voice, he couldn’t help but linger outside of the door, his hand on his sword's hilt. Y/N’s constantly calm voice interrupted the seething lord. “While I understand the importance of this situation, it does not warrant you to act poorly towards your queen, Lord Eluna.” 

The man scoffed. “By marriage. A marriage which could be easily annulled, seeing as you have not produced his grace any heirs.” 

Y/N laughed, seemingly not phased by his comment. “We are not in desperate need of any heirs, my lord. If you haven’t noticed, we have a plethora of rulers. Unless you are planning something that would warrant the need of heirs.” She paused, and Edmund could only assume the look on her face, the one she typically made when she was proving him wrong. "Are you?"  

“How dare you insinuate-” 

Edmund forced down a laugh, barging into the room. “My lords.” 

The table of twelve men stood, bowing to their superior. Half hearted ‘Your Grace’s’ were thrown Edmund’s way, but he could not care less. He looked at the man who was still glaring daggers at his wife. “Lord Eluna.” 

“Your Grace.” He tore his eyes from the young queen. “We were just-”

“Yes.” Edmund raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I heard. And while I appreciate your obviously kind and thoughtful concern, my wife and I do not need your advice on that particular matter.” 

Y/N turned bright red, widening her eyes when all the lord's jaws dropped. “Edmund-” 

“I’m sure whatever you were meeting about can be postponed.” Edmund looked around the table, waiting for an answer. “Well?” The lords clambered, nodding quickly in agreement. He smirked and walked over to his wife, holding out his arm for her to hold. “My love.” 

She rolled her eyes but still hooked her arm through his. “You are quite dramatic.” 

He laughed, ignoring the prying eyes around them. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean.” The couple walked out the doors, giggling when they knew the lords could no longer hear them. Edmund frowned, rubbing her arm comfortingly. “Do they always treat you so horribly?” 

“You cannot keep doing this, Ed.” She sighed.

“What am I do-” 

She glared at him. “You know what you’re doing. They will never learn to respect me if you keep coming to my defense.” 

“It’s been two years. They should have respected you the minute I married you. Actually-” He scoffed. “They should respect you because it’s the right thing to do.” 

They walked into their chambers, collapsing onto the bed. Edmund wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in as she traced shapes into his chest. “You're a gallant and honorable man, Edmund, much more than your lords. But you know as well as I that those old malcontents will never respect me until I give them a reason to.” 

“I wish it wasn’t so.” He leaned down, kissing her temple. “You are a much better leader than me.” 

She scoffed, leaning into his touch. “Not true.”

“Yes.” He nodded, staring at the ceiling. “You are.” 

“If I am..." She appeased him. "It is only because I’ve watched you and your siblings rule with kindness and justice for so long. Please do not put yourself down for my sake.” She stretched up, kissing him gently. “Never put yourself down; you are too perfect for that.” 

“If you insist.” He smiled, feeling lovesick. How could he not? The most beautiful woman in all of Narnia, or, more accurately, the universe, lay beside him.

Of course, he felt lovesick.

two.

“Happy Birthday, my love.” Y/N smiled mischievously at her husband. “How old are you now? Eighty?” 

He glared, kissing her cheek softly. “What a charmer you are.” 

She nodded and took a deep breath, straightening her dress as they prepared to enter the ballroom. “Well, you didn’t marry me for my baking skills.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Your baking skills are perfectly adequate.” 

She scoffed, looking up at him once more. “Don’t lie to me, Edmund Pevensie.” She fought the smile that threatened to break her act. “You flatter me too much, I think.”

He felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her senselessly. He had that urge constantly, but it was especially difficult at that moment. “You are a true beauty. Have I told you?”

She blushed, turning her face back towards the grand doors. “Behave.” 

He nodded, still looking at her in awe, enjoying the way her flushed cheeks complemented her dress. He had always loved her in the color blue. “Yes, ma’am.” 

The ushers opened the doors, and they stepped forward. “King Edmund the Just, and Queen Y/N the Fair.” 

The room exploded into applause for the Just King, and the pair descended the stairs, focusing on not falling in front of all their subjects. Peter, Susan, and Lucy sat on their thrones at the bottom, smiling brightly. Lucy gestured toward the Maestro, and Edmund led his wife to the middle of the ballroom. “I do wonder what they'll play.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What did you do?” 

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

Y/N's smile grew as their wedding waltz’s familiar intro echoed through the hall. “This isn’t fair.” 

He laughed at the irony. “Why not, my love?” 

“It is your birthday, not our anniversary.” 

He spun her around the room, whispering. “I happen to like this song.” 

“Edmund…” She blushed again. “You should have chosen a song that you love.” 

“I did.” The waltz ended, and he bowed. “It reminds me of you; why wouldn’t I love it?” 

Her eyes were watering, and he suddenly felt horrible, his stomach twisting. “I’m sorry, did I-” 

She leaped up, kissing him soundly. The crowd gasped, but Edmund didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She leaned back, their foreheads touching. “I don’t deserve you.” 

His heart felt full. “Quite the opposite, really.” He kissed her once more, nuzzling his nose with hers. “I love you.” 

Lucy clapped her hands, pulling the crowd's attention away from the happy couple. “Thank you all so much for attending my brother’s 24th birthday ball!” The room erupted into cheers. Lucy smiled. “Help yourselves to the buffet, or take to the dance floor. Happy Birthday, dear brother.”

The crowd dispersed, and the pair walked up to the thrones, sitting beside each other, still holding hands. Peter muttered, smirking. “Couldn’t have waited until later?” 

Edmund rolled his eyes. “Just because you don’t have a love li-” 

Y/N scolded her husband. “Ed.” 

Peter glared playfully at his brother. “My love life is none of your business, thank you very much.” 

Susan laughed. “How is she?” 

Peter blushed. “She has a name.” He straightened his posture, looking out into the crowd for who Y/N could only assume they were talking about. “As perfect as ever.” 

Lucy giggled. “Have you tried talking to her?” 

Peter closed his eyes, leaning his head back against his throne. “I am getting attacked from all sides, it seems.” 

Y/N smiled. “I think it’s sweet. You seem very in love.” He smiled back, looking longingly at the buffet table, where a gorgeous maid stood handing out desserts. Y/N nudged him lightly. “You could ask her to dance.” 

He laughed, and when he realized his sister in law was not laughing, stopped. “I fear she would not like the fuss.” 

“Ah.” Y/N looked over at the girl again. “I will be right back.” 

Edmund whined. “Where are you off to?” 

“None of your business, Edmund.” She kissed his cheek quickly. “Do have fun at your own birthday party.” 

He sighed as she walked away. “How can I when you’re leaving?” 

The fair queen glided across the floor with the intention of making conversation with the girl the High King was infatuated with. She had almost reached Peter's love when a hand wrapped around her waist. She gasped, pulling herself out of the stranger’s hold. The visibly drunk lord bowed teasingly. “My Lady, would you care-” A hiccup interrupted his question. “Would you care to dance?” 

She smiled politely. “I’m afraid my card is full for the night. But thank you for the offer.” 

The man tried to speak again, but she turned around, walking back towards the maid. 

Edmund had seen the entire interaction, gripping the handles of his throne tight enough to break the solid stone. Peter whispered. “Edmund, don’t do anything rash-” 

“He just-” 

Peter gave him the stare, that older brother stare that he tried to reserve for hard moments. “He will be dealt with, trust me, but you need to be subtle-” 

Edmund stood up, stalking over to the drunken lord. Peter sighed once more. "He will be the first to give me gray hairs.” 

Susan rolled her eyes. “You are twenty-seven, Peter. You’re not graying anytime soon.” 

Edmund grabbed the lord’s arm, dragging him out to the balcony. “A nice night, isn’t it?” 

The lord was in shock, nodding. “Yes, Your Grace.” He grinned. “It is truly an honor to have been invited to your-” 

“It was a nice night.” The young king smiled condescendingly. “Until you harassed my wife.” 

“I-” The old man stuttered. “I meant no disrespect.” 

“Don’t lie to your king.” Edmund seethed. “If you ever do that again, I will rue the day, believe me.” He took a deep breath. “You will apologize to my wife, and after that, you will leave immediately. You are fortunate that I don’t ensure you are barred from the castle grounds.” 

The lord looked upset. Good, Edmund thought, serves him right. “But Your Grace-” 

“Do I make myself clear?” 

“Yes.” The old man nodded. “Yes, Your Grace.” He stumbled back into the ballroom, making a beeline for Y/N. Edmund watched from afar, smiling as she smiled, actually genuinely smiled. Then he frowned when she let him kiss her hand. Oh, how he wanted to have him banished. 

Y/N made her way to the balcony, shaking her head at her proud husband. “What have you done?” 

“Nothing. Why do you assume-” 

“Edmund.” She crossed her arms. “You must stop.” 

“What?” He laughed. “Stop protecting you?” 

“Yes!” She yelled, exasperated from his constant watching eye. “I had it handled.” 

“He harassed you.” 

“Thank you Edmund.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, something Edmund did not appreciate at the moment. “I wasn’t aware.” 

“My love.” He stepped forward, taking her hands in his. “As long as there is air in my lungs, I will protect you. It pains me to see you go through these things.” 

She smiled, placing a hand on his cheek. “You are a good man, Edmund.” 

He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “You shouldn’t have to deal with that.” 

“You’re right, I shouldn’t. But if we make a fuss about every lord who gets handsy while they’re drunk, the ballroom will be empty.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Good. Get rid of the whole lot of them. I would rather it just be you and I anyhow.” 

Y/N gasped, smacking his chest lightly. “Edmund!” 

“No one should have to deal with that.” 

“Well, I agree. But you can’t-” 

“Good.” He nodded, ignoring the fact that he just interrupted her. “Who were you talking to after that incident?” 

“Peter’s love.” She smiled. “That girl is quite kind. Spirited, too.” 

Edmund laughed, pulling Y/N in. “Perfect for Peter then.” 

She hummed, leaning her head on his chest as they looked back into the ballroom. “Perfect for Peter.” 

three.

It had been Edmund’s idea to go on an afternoon ride. Y/N had reminded him of the recent attacks that they were investigating, but he’d ignored her. Their horses galloped through the fall woods, leaves falling as they flew through. Phillip muttered. “Her horse is much younger than me, no wonder she keeps beating me.” 

Y/N’s horse, Vilja, laughed. “Perhaps you are simply slow, Phillip.” 

Y/N fought against the laugh that threatened to spill out. “Now Vilja, play nice. Remember, Phillip has to hold Edmund and his ego.” 

Edmund scoffed, shoving his wife playfully as they slowed. “What happened to playing nice?” 

They tied the horses beside each other, walking through the woods leisurely. “It is perfect outside, is it not?” 

Y/N nodded, leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder. “It is.” She smiled as the lantern came into view. “It’s been too long.” 

Edmund hummed. “We’re happy here.” He looked down, his heart beating fast. “You would tell me if you weren't happy, I hope.” 

“Of course, Edmund.” She smiled. “I'm very happy here. I only meant we’ve been here for a long time. After all, it has been thirteen years.” She looked back at the lantern, pulling Edmund along with her. “I wonder how long it’s been there.” 

He laughed, kissing her temple gently. “Who cares?” 

“Edmund…” She leaned into his touch. Feeling mischievous, she pulled out of his hold, sprinting further into the woods. 

Edmund groaned, chasing after her. “This was funnier the first time.” 

The nymphs giggled as they watched the couple run through the woods. Edmund spun in the clearing, squinting as he tried to find his wife. “Y/N, you know I’ll find-” A piercing scream broke the joyful nature of their fun, and his heart sank. “Y/N?” He waited for her response, another scream echoing through the forest. He ran towards her, unsheathing his sword. “Y/N!” He broke through the woods, finding his wife backed against a tree, a wolf growling in front of her. Edmund stood in between them, pointing the sword at the wolf’s head. “We don’t want to harm you.” 

The wolf simply growled. Odd. Edmund whispered. “Stay still, my love.” He stepped forward, addressing the wolf once more. “You have one more chance to leave us. We won’t harm you if you do so, you have my word.”

The wolf leaned back, lunging at Edmund, and he slashed his sword, killing the animal in a single blow. Y/N stood silent behind him, staring at the ground. “I thought all animals spoke in Narnia.” 

“So did I.” Edmund knelt beside it, checking for any witchcraft of any sort. 

Y/N smiled sympathetically, kneeling beside him. “She’s gone.” 

“He was wild. There had to have been-” Edmund was silenced by a gentle kiss. He blushed. “What was that-” She kissed him once more, smiling. 

“Edmund, she is gone. For good. And you saved me.” She mumbled. “Even though I could have reached for my sword-” 

He rolled his eyes, standing up and extending his hand. “Let me guess? You had it handled?” 

four.

She was radiant in that blue dress, Edmund observed from afar. After he had expressed his love of her in the color, she had ensured that almost all her dresses were that light blue. The rest of her dresses were her favorite color, which Edmund loved on her almost as much. 

Unfortunately, others enjoyed looking at his wife as well. Lately, in Edmund’s opinion, her sworn guard had been looking at her for much too long. He was a conventionally attractive man, Edmund could admit, but he didn’t like that the young knight was looking at his wife the way Edmund himself looked at her. 

He hadn’t brought it up to Y/N, not wanting to be called overprotective for the hundredth time. So he watched from afar, making sure that the knight didn’t make any untoward actions towards her. 

They were currently in the garden, and Y/N was smelling the flowers, laughing and making polite conversation with Ser Ellington. The young man laughed back, reaching out to stable her when she stumbled over a root. Edmund clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain calm. 

It was his job after all, to make sure his queen was safe.

But when he reached out and grabbed a flower, extending it to the kind woman, Edmund snapped. That was not his job. He practically stalked forward, interrupting whatever conversation the two had been having. “My love.” He called out. “You look radiant.” 

She blushed. “Edmund, I thought you had your meeting.” 

He nodded. “I did, but we finished early, I thought I would accompany you for the rest of the day.” 

“Of course.” She looked over Edmund’s shoulder at Ser Ellington. “You are excused for the day. Thank you, Ser.” 

The knight bowed. “My Queen. Your Grace.” 

Edmund watched suspiciously as the young knight walked away, only turning back to his wife when he turned the corner. Y/N smirked, tilting her head just so. “You have no need to be jealous, my love.” She turned back to the flowers, smelling them. 

Edmund smiled guiltily, following after her like a puppy. “Can you blame me? Ser Ellington is not exactly unappealing.” 

She nodded, still not looking back at him. “He is. But I am not married to him, nor do I sleep in the same bed as him every night.” Edmund turned bright red. “Am I wrong?” 

“You are not, but you have to understand. You’re a beautiful woman, I can’t help but worry that someone will steal you away.” 

She rolled her eyes, turning around. “Do you really think I would hurt you so?” 

“No-” 

“What have I done to make you assume so? I love you; I made a vow to you.” She crossed her arms. “Am I just a prize to you that you desperately need to cling to?” 

“Of course not.” He grabbed her hands in his. “I’m madly in love with you, and the thought of you leaving me, the simple thought…” He pulled her closer, whispering. “Drives me mad.” 

“Edmund.” She glared, pulling out of his hold. “You are exaggerating.” 

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her gently back to him. “Do you really think I do not love you?” 

“I never said that.” 

He laughed. “You act as if we were not a love match. Like we didn’t discover Narnia together. I love you; I think I have since we were young.” He kissed the back of her hand delicately. “I know that I am too overprotective, and I am sorry for that…” 

She smirked with satisfaction. “Good.” 

“But can you blame me? You are a treasure, surely any other man would act that same way.” 

Y/N nodded. “Perhaps. But you are not any other man. You are Edmund Pevensie, and I know you know deep down that I can handle myself. I do not need you to watch over me like a mother hen.” She raised an eyebrow. “I also fought the White Witch, I also helped you form peace treaties, I also-”

Y/N stopped, becoming more irritable by the second when she realized Edmund wasn’t listening. He stared at her so lovingly it made her sick, and she scoffed. “I am going to the library.” 

He nodded, following after. “I shall accompany you.” 

She shook her head. “I would like to go alone.” 

He frowned. “Are you-” 

“Edmund, please.” She sighed. “I love you, but I need to be alone with my thoughts.” Without a second glance, she walked out of the garden, leaving Edmund helplessly staring at her. 

the time she proved him wrong

They had been gone for too long, Y/N thought as she stared at the woods. They had been gone for hours longer than they said they would. She should have gone with them; who knows where they were, where Edmund was. 

She tried to calm herself down and reminded herself that neither Edmund nor his siblings would leave her in Narnia alone, but it was difficult when all of the hunt’s participants were speaking to her at once. 

“Where are they?” Lord Eluna’s voice sounded over the rest. She tried not to glare at him; she could tell the man was enjoying the sight of her under pressure. 

“I understand everyone’s worries; I have them myself, but we all know that the Kings and Queens would never leave their subjects so suddenly. Have no doubt that they will return. I am certain High King Peter and King Edmund dragged their sisters along a trail of the deer’s tracks.” Light laughter echoed through the crowd, relieving her stress slightly. Her stomach fluttered, and she pressed a hand to it, rubbing it slightly. “Does anyone else have any immediate causes for concern?” 

The crowd erupted into chaos once more, and she took a deep breath, clearing her throat. “I will take meetings with all of you individually in the main tent.” 

meanwhile...

Edmund sighed, staring at his older brother as he tried to convince himself the deer was nearby. “Peter, we’ve been gone for hours. If we haven’t found the deer by now, who’s to say we’ll find it later?” He practically pleaded. “We should return to camp.” 

Peter rolled his eyes. “Just because you want to get back to your wife-” 

“Peter, Edmund’s right.” Susan interrupted. “This deer isn’t important, and Y/N is there alone with the entirety of the court.” She frowned. “If it were me, I would be rather overwhelmed.” 

Edmund fell into his thoughts, staring at the ground. Lucy whispered, nudging her brother lightly. “Edmund, don’t-” 

Edmund tightened the reigns on Phillip, racing back towards the camp. Peter sighed, riding not far behind him. The dark-haired king didn’t look back; his only thought was that he had left Y/N alone with the egotistical lords of the realm. Phillip slowed, and Edmund jumped off, running towards camp. 

Everything was fine, almost too fine. It was quiet, with a slight buzz of chatter but no worried voices. He stalked toward the main tent, whipping it open. 

There sat his radiant wife, talking calmly with Lord Dolitmov. The older man saw Edmund and immediately stood, bowing. “Your Grace.” He looked back to Y/N, kissing the back of the queen’s hand gently. “Your Grace.” 

Y/N smiled, waving as he walked out of the tent. Edmund tilted his head, smiling. “What happened?” 

She laughed. "The better question would be, what happened with you?” She hugged herself, rubbing her stomach once more. Edmund made a mental note to address that later. “You were gone for so long I assumed you had returned home.” 

He shook his head, frowning as he realized how stressed she had been. “I’m sorry for the worry we caused you; I fear Peter was too fixated on finding the white steed.” 

She nodded. “I wondered.” 

He took her hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb. “I’m sorry that I worried you. But I must say, it is rather calm here.” 

She smirked. “I told you I can handle myself.” 

He laughed. “I believe you. Truly I do.” he brought her hand to his mouth, kissing the back gently. “I love you.” 

“And I you.” She walked into his arms, burying her head in his chest. “I would have died from heartbreak if you had left me.” 

“I would never.” He kissed her temple. “You know that.” 

She nodded. “I know you would never leave us.” 

He nodded back. “Correct. I would never leave-” He paused, tilting his head. “Us?” 

Y/N looked up sheepishly. “I-” Her eyes started to water. “I’m pregnant, Edmund.” 

“What?” Edmund grinned, staring at his wife in disbelief. “Really?” 

She nodded, and Edmund grabbed her waist, spinning her around the room. Y/N cackled, smacking his shoulder. “Put me down; you’re going to hurt the babe.” 

“I’m sorry.” He smiled. “I can���t help it.” 

She laughed, kissing his lips softly. “I love you.” 

Edmund leaned down, kissing her soundly. “And I you.” 

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[miss-celestial-being]

jake peralta going on a blind date that boyle set up but she’s actually completely his type

literally the love of my life tysm for the request

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"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. And did I mention, no!" Jake says exasperatedly. "You see, I knew you would say that which is why I already set up the date with her." Charles rebuttals. He tells him your name as he taps rhythmically on Jake's desk. "She's thirty-two, she loves herself some Tay-Tay, and her favorite soup is crab bisque. I met her in my hot goat yoga class." "Ew, what." "Yeah, I'm hearing how that sounds now. But still, I think you'd like her. Who knows, by the end of the night you may just be smushing booties." Jake groans, "God, Boyle, don't say smushing booties." "Right, yeah, yep," He picks up the file from Jake's desk, turning to the man as he walks away, "Shaw's Bar, 8 o'clock."

Charles turns back around and bumps into Terry as he walks to his desk. He groans as he crushes his yogurt cup in his hand, "Damnnit, Boyle." "Sorry," He says as he backs toward the exit of the bullpen. He rapidly clicks the close button once inside the elevator, evading Terry's angry gaze. "Jake sighs as he looks back at his computer.

"So, hot date tonight, huh?" Amy asks as she leans around their computers to smirk smugly at him. "Uhm, no. I'm not going," He says, his eyes not leaving the screen as he types mindlessly. "What? Why not? Charles says she's perfect for you." "Exactly: Charles thinks she's perfect for me. Knowing him she's either some hot goat yoga-loving freak, or-" "Or actually perfect for you. I think you should give it a shot. I mean, you're constantly complaining about how horribly dull your love life is," Jake frowns, "Hey, now, I wouldn't say horrible dull-" "Yes you would, and you have. Now no more fighting, you have a date to get ready for." Jake looks at the time at the bottom right corner of his monitor and sighs, "All right, fine. But when this all goes to total shit, I'm blaming you." Amy rolls her eyes with a grin and opens the next file from her stack as Jake makes his way to the elevator.

-

The bell rings as Jake opens the door to Shaw's Bar, his free hand shoved in his jacket pocket. The warm, boozy bar air fills his nostrils as he steps toward the bar, the glass door closing slowly behind him. He looks around the bar, hoping to instantly recognize the mystery woman, to no avail.

The bell rings again as Jake asks Hank for an orange soda on the rocks. The bartender sighs exhaustedly as he pulls the Crush can out of the mini fridge from behind the bar. "Jake?" A voice asks as someone taps him on the shoulder. He turns around, and his mouth opens and closes like a fish as his brain short-circuits. "Or not?" You laugh awkwardly, "I'm really sorry about this, I was told someone would be here, but it looks like he stood me up." You sit one chair over at the bartop, sighing as you rest your chin on your fist.

"Hi," Jake says as he hold out his hand, "I'm Jake." "Oh," You breathe, "Sorry. You didn't say anything and I just thought- Y'know what, never mind, I'm probably not what you were expecting." Jake smiles, "Well, you're right there. Charles told me he met you in a 'hot goat yoga class'." You cringe slightly, "I honestly didn't even know his name, I walked into the wrong building and he started talking to me about his friend Jake." "Sounds about right." You both laugh and he moves to the chair between you.

"So, my weird friend tells me you like Taylor Swift," Jake starts and the conversation lasts hours, the orange soda on the countertop left completely ignored. "All right, time to wrap it up. The bar's closing." Hank says as he wipes the counter. "Oh my god, how long have we been here?" Jake asks him, surprised. The bartender ignores him as he moves on to another part of the bar. You look around to find the bar completely empty.

You laugh quietly, "This was fun," You say softly as you exit the bar, "We should do this again-" You're cut off by a sudden surprising kiss, Jake's hands holding your cheeks gently to keep you close. Your eyes flutter closed and take the collar of his shirt in your fists. He pulls away, mumbling out a quick 'noice' before getting pulled back into a kiss that leaves him gasping for breath.

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ik this ended abruptly but its a school night and i have to go to bed so this is as good as we're getting today

i really hope you liked this bc jake has been on my mind for ages and i couldnt find many fics here sadly

dont hesitate to request more

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hi there!ever since I saw you when I first installed tumblr it just keeps getting better. I was wondering if you can write something about a hero being the sucess of a lab and the villain being a failure(Bonus if the lab is actually evil) Don't feel pressured to do this though😗

"Do you know why I'm considered the success, instead of the failure like you?" the hero asked.

The villain sneered at them. They yanked and thrashed and struggled against the shimmering containment that wrapped around them, warping like a net from the hero's outstretched fingers, forcing them down against the cold concrete.

"Because you're a good, obedient little hero?"

The hero couldn't keep the damn trap up forever!

"Yes."

The simple response, the tone, startled the villain enough that they went temporarily still. Maybe that was the ploy. They stared at the hero through the hazy sheen of their powers, mockery draining from their face, panting for breath.

The hero had many things that the villain didn't: a body that wasn't screwed up, powers that weren't prone to out-of-control devastation, a generally sweet and more palatable disposition when it came to public relations.

And, of course, they did what they were told. The villain had never properly thought about that.

"It was their most important addition, after you...you know," the hero said, studying them. "The ability to control their experiments. To make sure that nothing like you would happen again."

A bad taste slowly flooded the villain's mouth. They shook their head.

The hero stepped forward, crouching down in front of the villain, on the other side of the containment wall. Up close, the villain got a good look at the vein snaking up the hero's wrist. The blood was just slightly the wrong colour; it made them look gorgeously healthy, radiant, compared to the sickly pallor the villain couldn't quite shake.

"If I stop taking the serum for my powers, I die," the hero said, keeping their voice light. "Quite horribly. But while the serum is in my system, I'm not in control. Not really. Everything I do is monitored. If I stray too far out..." The hero grimaced.

"Why are you telling me this?" the villain whispered.

"Because I can't do anything about it. I can't do anything about them. I signed up to do something good, to make the world better, and I..." The hero squeezed their eyes shut. "Well. I'm going to try and drag you back to them, aren't I? I'm going to hand you over to the people who hurt you, and then I'm going to make a speech telling everyone what a terrible, awful monster you are as if they don't deserve everything you give them. I'll smile while I'm doing it too."

The villain swallowed. They strained to press a hand up against the wall, but it only forced them back down against the ground harder. The villain's breath knocked out of them.

The hero winced. "Sorry."

"Isn't it better to be dead?"

"You didn't think so when you ran."

No. Maybe that had been an unfair question to ask. Still, the fury and the helplessness of it seared through the villain because ShieldCorp - they were going to get away with it. All of the others were dead! Even if they managed to expose what was really happening, ShieldCorp had the hero.

"I wanted to do something good too," the villain said, hollow. "It's not your fault they took advantage of that."

The hero shrugged. Their hand stayed perfectly steady.

"Are they listening to us now?"

"Probably."

"They'll be angry with you."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Me telling you this doesn't change anything, does it?"

"I thought you were like them. I hated you. It changes that."

The hero smiled, or something like it. It was too fragile, too wobbly, too shattered a thing compared to the beautiful thing they tossed out to the masses at every public appearance.

"I want to destroy them," the hero said. "But, when I let this force field drop so I can take you in properly, I'm going to need your help to do that. How are your powers feeling today?"

"Like I'm going to burn down the world."

The hero nodded, just once, and rose again. Silhouetted against the skyline, they looked unstoppable.

"Excellent," the hero said. "On the count of three, start with me."

The villain was ready when the containment dropped.

ShieldCorp was not.

[poppy-metal]

i imagine reader leaving art and patrick really dramatically after finding out that she was just a conduit for their desire for each other, and them just having to beg you back. they will drag you into their lives kicking and screaming if they have to, because it isn’t until you leave that they realise they can live without you. they need you. both of them. they miss you when you’re not there. they miss everything about you. your kind heart, your tight cunt, everything. they can’t do it without you, that’s why they wrangled you in in the first place. they will just have to work you overtime to convince you of their love

you get it because they really fall apart without you - i mean, yeah, the sex is great and patricks been wanting to fuck and be fucked by art since forever - and arts finally allowing that part of his sexuality to bloom - the first few times they do it without you there its good. they're lost in it - but. it starts to feel off eventually -

patrick will be fucking art from behind - and it feels so fucking good, arts moaning for it. but his hands feel empty and that niggles his brain. he remembers the first time patrick slid into him, how you'd been splayed out before him. your soft thighs and open shelter for him to rest his head, your slick cunt so wet and pretty and his mouth fills with spit at the phantom taste of you on his tongue - you're not there for him to burry his moans into your pussy - lick sloppily at your clit. he can't hold onto you under your knees and press his face into your sticky center like he wants to - cant fuck you with his fingers - cant feel the clench of your pussy at the same time as patrick hitting his prostate. he cums - but its not as intense as it would have been had you been there.

and when art fucks patrick - with his burly legs over his shoulders and patricks moaning like a slut with a hand over his dick, pumping himself in time with arts thrusts it takes him longer to get there - this is what hes always wanted, but. - he looks down at how his cock throbs in his hand and thinks about your sweet mouth - how if you were here he'd be palming the back of your head, feeding you his dick while art fucked him. the wet clutch of your throat around him, pulsing against his tip, your tongue gliding up and down his shaft. your gags making his balls ache - his cum feels wasted when its painted across his stomach and not shooting down your throat or in your pussy.

and patrick and art were fucking horrible communicaters before you - but you'd helped them get better. and its because of that, that they're able to actually have a conversation about how they both want you back. you complete the puzzle.

patricks confident about it - he knows you're a slut for attention - when faced with them both, or even just him, to be honest, you wont be able to turn them away. he knows your body. he knows how greedy you are - how you prefer two cocks instead of just one - how you let him have your ass so art can have your pussy - you wont be satisfied out there trying to date men that aren't him and art.

art is less sure but just as hopeful. he feels guilty for getting so swept up in being with a man for the first time that he'd neglected to make you feel wanted - he knows you want the best for him, that you think this is best for him, but you're wrong - he likes men, yes. he wants patrick, has for a long time, is ecstatic to call him his, but hes more selfish than that. he wants you too. women are just as good or maybe its the fact that its just you and you could have whatever between your legs and he'd not be content without you in his arms regardless. he does miss your cunt though. so fucking badly.

he and patrick probably fuck eachother raw with their hands and mouths and dicks and fleshlights just trying to recreate the sensation of you wrapped around them but its never enough.

and you're not happy either, honestly. patricks right that dating feels unfulfilling when you know what its like to be worshipped by two men.

[rxmqnova]

Okay so how about (teen) lizzie is our best friend and comes to cheer us on at the chess grand championship match. On Monday the who school is teasing us for being a massive nerd, but are celebrity best friend has our back.

Cheers

The chess championship

NO ONE'S POV "Lizzie, what are you doing here?" Y/N smiles as soon as she sees her best friend, immediately walking over to her to greet her with a hug.

"Well, you're my best friend. I needed to come and support you on this important day" Lizzie smiles warmly, pulling away from the hug and tucking a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "I knew you'd win. It was amazing, you were amazing"

The thing is that Y/N had the last match at the grand chess championship and Lizzie knew it, so she came to support her best friend.

Y/N loves to play chess and she's actually really good at it. That good that she won the whole championship and Lizzie's surely so proud of her bestie.

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Y/N's smile immediately fades when she steps into her classroom only to hear she's the main topic of everyone's conversations.

She's used on being teased and laughed at, but maybe she just hoped that winning the grand chess championship would change it, but it looks like it's the complete opposite.

Apperantly, the win made her look like even bigger nerd than her classmates already thought she was.

The day goes slowly, all the teasing and laughing makes it even slower. Y/N wishes she could just disappear.

When the horrible day comes to an end and Y/N finally steps out of the school, a huge group of people catches the girl's attention.

She walks closer, her frown gets immediately replaced by a bright smile when she spots her best friend standing in the middle.

"Ah, Y/N/N" Lizzie smiles, wrapping her arms around Y/N and pulling her in for a tight hug, and that makes everyone shut up.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N asks with a huge smile.

"Thought we could celebrate your win properly" Lizzie says with a smile, giving Y/N's hand a little squeeze.

Even though Lizzie came to support Y/N, they didn't actually get to celebrate after as Lizzie was needed on set for her new movie.

"You're the best" Y/N grins.

"I know" Lizzie teases, nudging her shoulders with Y/N's. "You ready to go?"

"Yes, I-" Y/N stops as soon as she realises she left her phone in her locker. "I forgot my phone, I'll be right back and then we can go" The girl blurts out and before Lizzie can respond, she's gone.

Y/N's quick to pick up her phone, though on her way back a bunch of people gets in her way, blocking her so she couldn't leave.

She opens her mouth to ask if they could let her go, yet the smirks on their faces already give the answer.

And there it goes again… the laughing and teasing for winning the chess match. Y/N just stands there, trying hard to ignore them, but it just seems impossible.

10 minutes pass and they just don't stop. Tears fill the girl's eyes and few tears even escape and roll down her cheeks.

Oh, how much she wishes she wouldn't have left the god damn phone here.

"You think this is funny?" A voice is heard from behind the teens and when they stand aside to look who dared to interrupt, Y/N finds her best friend standing there, an angry expression on her face.

"You should be proud that you have such an amazing, talented and smart girl at your school and not make fun of her for liking chess. There's nothing wrong about it, so just shut up and leave her alone" Lizzie glares at the group, wrapping an arm around Y/N's shoulder and leading her out of the school.

"Are you okay, Y/N/N?" Lizzie asks softly, rubbing Y/N's shoulder as the other girl wipes away her tears.

"Yeah. Thank you" Y/N mumbles out, giving Lizzie the best smile she can do at the moment.

"Screw them, they're just jealous at how amazing you are" Lizzie says as an attempt to cheer her best friend up, receiving a small chuckle back.

"You're the bestest best friend I could ever have" Y/N says honestly, wrapping her arms about Lizzie and giving her a hug. "Thank you"

"I'm only saying the truth. You're such an amazing, talented, beautiful and smart girl, Y/N/N. So screw them and let's go celebrate your win" Lizzie nudges her shoulder with Y/N's playfully, earning a chuckle, so she interlocks her fingers with Y/N's and starts pulling the girl towards her car.

Y/N smiles widely, now knowing better than to listen to a bunch of stupid kids. She has her best friend Lizzie who's truly the most amazing best friend she could ever have.

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Masterlist

[taylorsv3rsion13]

Jealous conrad x reader? Smut if you write it, if not just angst that's ends with fluff?

talk outside?

A/N : hi! sorry i don't write smut, but i'll write the angst and fluff LMAO. (i'm also so sorry, this is actually horrible)

synopsis : jealousy wasn't the best for conrad after seeing you and jeremiah.

words : 797

God, it's embarrassing, but I've liked Conrad since I was little.

"Jere, where's Conrad?" I asked him as we messed around in the pool with Steven and Belly.

He thought for a moment, "I'm not sure. Probably in his room though."

I sighed, getting out of the pool and grabbing a towel to dry myself off. Yeah, I'd just got to Cousins, but usually Conrad would be out here as well.

I walked up to his room and knocked. I heard a grunt before he opened the door.

"Hi." I said as I looked up to him. He was shirtless and his hair was everywhere.

"Hey." Was all he said before closing the door again.

"Please, please, please go to the party."" Belly begged as I was sprawled out on my bed.

"No, it's going to be lame." I groaned.

She laughed, "But Conrad will be there."

I rolled my eyes at her statement, "Yeah, but, Conrad will ignore me."

"Please Y/N." She begged yet again.

I sat up on my bed, raising an eyebrow, "Fine. But you owe me!"

I finished getting ready for the party, wearing a white eyelet top which tied in the front with a denim short skirt.

"Don't you look gorgeous." Susannah said to me as I made my way downstairs.

"Thank you, you look lovely as well, Susannah." I said, as I smiled.

"Okay, be safe and don't be dumb!" She called out as Belly and I left the house.

As soon as I walked in the smell of weed and alcohol hit me. Belly had run off somewhere and I was left by myself. Everyone was close in proximity with one another before I spotted Jeremiah.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed as he ran to hug me.

"Hi, Jere!" I said excitedly.

Jeremiah moved his hand to around my waist, "I'm glad to see that you could made it."

"So am I."

I could feel eyes on me as well though, and on the hand that was wrapped securely on my waist.

From across the room Conrad stood, staring straight at me.

I looked back at Jeremiah who's arm was still around me, but he was talking to a couple of other guys.

Someone had tapped my shoulder, as I turned around to be met with Conrad.

"Oh, hey." I said blankly.

"Hey, can we talk outside?" Conrad asked.

I scoffed, "I'm kinda busy right now."

Conrad grabbed me and picked me up, sending me over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I protested, hitting his back.

"Stop making a scene, I just want to talk." Conrad said.

I sighed, allowing him to take me outside. He walked with me on his back til we got to his car.

"What the hell is wrong with you." I asked as he let me down.

"No, what the hell is with you? All of a sudden you're getting with my brother?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? And either way you're ignoring me. Why would you even care?"

"Y/N, I don't have to give you any reason." Conrad said, by now we were both shouting and our arms were flying in the air.

"But you really do because you're mad at me for no reas-"

His hands made their way to my cheeks and before I knew it, he had smashed our lips together.

He let go after a moment, "I'm sorry, I've been waiting to do that."

I just stared at him in shock.

"Y/N, say something so I don't look dumb right now. Please."

"I don't know what to fucking say, Conrad, you just kissed me after you've been mad at me since I got to Cousins."

"So do you like me or not, I can't keep acting like I hate you." Conrad explained.

"Okay yes I like you of course I do, who wouldn't? But so does every girl at Cousins!" I explained.

The house was quiet, everyone was asleep as I lay on my bed.

"Conrad, you're breathing so loud I can hear you from the other side of the door." I called out from inside my room.

He opened the door, coming in.

"Hey." He breathed.

"What do you need right now?"I asked.

"Y/N, can we just talk about us what we even are what happened, anything?" He asked.

"Are you trying to piss me off right now?" I asked.

Conrad laughed a little, "I wouldn't have to piss you off if you would just answer."

"I already told you how I felt."

Before I knew it our lips were intertwined yet again, but neither of us pulled away.

fuck i hated how he did this to me.

I pulled away, "Okay, I like you, and I'm willing to give it a try."

[alxndryngs]

Alright I've got a prompt for you: RE8 women (including mother miranda) have a nightmare, how does the reader deal with it?

If you keep making me write fluff like stuff about Miranda, you might just succeed with your mission 😂 But yes, absolutely. Here we go!

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Alcina:

She was never one to stir much when she slept. Once she had found a comfortable position, which most of the times was behind you with her arms wrapped around you, she would most likely not move again until she woke up.

It was one of the first nights in winter when the snow began to stick when it happened, when your wife began to squirm in her sleep.

The sounds of her whimpers, her rough handling on you and the moving of hers woke you. Squinting, you turned your head to take a look at the taller woman behind you.

"Cina?" You whispered, even in the dark you could see the layer of sweat covering her.

Turning over to face her, you sat up in bed and gently began to shake her arm to wake her from whatever bad dream she was having.

This hadn't been the first time she seemed to be getting a bad nights sleep, but this was the first time she was actually seeming to be having a nightmare.

Even the thought of Alcina going through something horrible in her dream made you frown. She was strong, but in the dream world? God knows what was happening.

The gasps and shallow breaths coming from her spurred you on to shake her a tad harder, eyebrows furrowing with worry.

"Alcina, draga."

Nothing. Her squirming continued.

Turning back for a split moment, you turned on the small lamp on your bedside table before turning back to your wife, almost gasping at the sight of her. Hair was sticking to her sweat covered forehead, just like her nightgown clung to her body. The mattress beneath her was absolutely drenched, as well as the sheets on pillow.

"Alcina damn it! Wake up, you're dreaming!"

You couldnt deny the fact that you had began panicking, especially after seeing your wife in the state she was in. Alcina never broke a sweat, not even after a trail ride in the middle of June with the scorching sun shining down on you both.

"Draga mea, why are you panting like that? I am positive even the girls back at the castle can hear you."

"Nothing, I'm just- incredibly hot."

Your wife grinned, her nude painted lips stretching into a smile.

"Well," She mused. "That I know, but-"

"Oh gods! I am sweating Alcina."

"Oh yes, of course. Of course."

Holding her damp face in your hands, you yelled her name once more before she finally opened her eyes with a loud gasp. Before you could even ask her what was wrong, what had happened, she pulled you against her sweaty body. Her arms were holding you so strongly, you thought she might squish you like a blueberry.

"The girls, the girls." She breathed, repeating herself over and over before eventually shooting out of bed, leaving you behind to follow which you did as soon as you could process what was happening.

On her way out, she grabbed her shawl and pulled it over before she began chasing the wind through the castle.

As fast as your human legs could carry you, you followed your wife through the dark castle. No chandelier was lit, no candle, nothing. The only source of light had been the moon shining through the windows.

It was like watching her chase a ghost through the corridors of her home with how fast she was walking.

As soon as she reached her daughters chambers, she opened the door to Cassandra's room and peeked inside.

First daughter, safe and sound.

Turning to the second door, she checked it the same way, worry slowly leaving her body.

Second daughter, safe and sound.

She checked Daniela's room last. When she found her youngest cuddling the little stuffed animal bat Donna made for her, she let out a relieved sigh and closed that door as well before turning to her wife.

"I had- it was a nightmare- they-" She stuttered and you smiled, pressing a kiss to her hand before leading her to the dining room.

You prepared her a cup of tea, poured a generous amount of blood and sat down with her. You never let go of her hand whilst she told you about the horrid dream she had.

And even though you weren't able to convince her to get back to bed, the both of you took a nice midnight stroll through the woods, even spotting a few fireflies. That was the first time she had called you firefly, and she would continue to for many years to come

Donna:

You knew her to be a very light sleeper. Even when you turned over in bed to cuddle into her, she would wake and smile while wrapping an arm around you to bring you closer.

When one night, Donna didnt bring you closer or let a small chuckle, you looked up at her through your eyelashes and with furrowed brows.

You had always been a very clingy person. At first, Donna never knew how to deal with it since she had been alone for a very long time. But once she found to enjoy the little and sometimes big affectionate touches you gave her, she grew accustomed to it.

"Donna?" You whispered quietly. "Cuddles?"

A small pang of worry hit you when she remained laying on her back, not moving a single bit. You weren't even sure if she was breathing.

"Don?" You frowned, gently nudging your wife's arm as you sat up.

Swallowing the lump building in your throat, you turned your head to the side and called for Angie. Maybe she could tell you if Donna was alright. When not even your shout for Angie woke her, and when Angie hadn't given a snarky remark from another room for waking her, your worry began to become justified.

Turning your head back to her, you gently grabbed her arms and shook her lightly while softly calling her name.

There was no tension in Donnas body whatsoever, you felt it when you shook her. No resistance, nothing. Tears began to burn in your eyes at the thought of her laying next to you in bed, dead.

No, it couldn't be. "Donna!!" You yelled, shaking her roughly this time. You never.. manhandled her like this before. You knew she would've hated it.

When she finally woke, she just opened her eye and stared at the ceiling. You sat in silence, watching and unsure of what to do. Until you heard her voice.

"Coccolona?" She whispered, eyes fixated on the ceiling.

She had begun calling you Coccolona when she found out how much you loved physical touch. She let you know it was in no way a bad thing, but translated into 'Cuddly'.

"Yes? Donna are you-" Before you could finish, she had pulled you down into her embrace and held you close. Her hand sneaked into your hair, running her fingers through it as she continued to stare at the ceiling above.

"A bad dream. That is all it was." She whispered, pressing a small kiss to your hair.

"I-.. I thought you were dead. You didnt react and- and you weren't looking like you were breathing. And Angie didnt answer either and-"

The more you talked, the faster you got. Donna could feel your heartbeat against her own chest, how it hammered against you ribs. She hadn't had a nightmare like this in a long time, where it pulled her down so deep that she wasnt responsive anymore.

Later on she had told you it might've been because she had worked in the garden a lot in the past week and inhaled a lot of the pollen. And even though it didnt have the usual effect on her like on other people, the reason why she never let you in the garden when the flowers were blooming, it still did something to her. And in this case, it was a very vivid and real feeling nightmare it pulled her into.

For the next week you refused to let her into the garden, threatening that if she went, you'd go with her.

From then on, Donna began wearing a mask whenever she worked in the garden to not give you another scare.

Bela:

You hadn't been assigned Lady Bela's maid for long, but when you were, Lady Dimitrescu made sure you had been assigned the room next to her eldest in case she ever needed anything. She did the same to her own maiden.

One particular night, you were up in bed reading. Only recently you had discovered the fairy tale part of the Dimitrescu library and were now reading a few tales of the Grimm Brothers.

It was already incredibly late, past 12, but you were fascinated by the stories written. Halfway through 'Mother Holle', you heard something from Lady Bela's room. Turning your head and furrowing your brows, you pressed your ear to the wall and tried to listen out.

Once you realised it were cries you had heard, you rushed out of your own and into her room. She was wriggling in her sheets, crying in her sleep.

You made haste at trying to wake her, gently shaking her and calling her name a few times before the girl shot up in bed.

Jumping back from it and her, you both stared at each other.

"I heard you crying, my lady." You began, the first to break the uncomfortable silence. "I figured I should come and check on you. You were crying in your sleep. Bad dream?"

The eldest nodded, wiping tears from her face whilst her face flushed with embarrassment.

Whilst you waited for an order from her, perhaps get her a snack or just leave, she began to tell you a bit about what had happened.

"The castle.. it was attacked. Everyone died. I couldn't help them."

She kept it short and simple, you took the hint that she didnt want to go into detail with it since it was very upsetting and unsettling.

"I understand." You said softly, giving a single nod. "It must have been very upsetting."

The girl looked at the book in your hands which you didnt even manage to put down and just dragged along. She nodded to it whilst sitting up, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

"What's that?"

Taking a look down, you held it out to her.

"Grimms fairy tales. I was reading it before I heard you."

The hesitation on her face and in her voice was not to miss. "Would you.. well, read your favourite to me? Mother used to read to us ages ago, but she's gotten so busy.."

You smiled, nodding and taking a seat in the chair by her bed. Whilst you got seated, Bela laid down once again and tried to get comfortable.

Crossing your legs, you laid the book on them and flipped back to the beginning of the chapter.

Clearing your throat, you began reading.

"There once was a widow who had two daughters-- one of whom was pretty and industrious, while the other was ugly and idle."

You smiled at the small chuckle you heard come from underneath the blanket she had tucked into.

"But she was much fonder of the ugly and idle one, because she was her own daughter."

Cassandra:

Walking into her room to serve her a small glass of wine before sleep, you mustered the bookshelf by the wall.

She was just getting into bed when you turned to her with a smile.

"You like Edgar Allen Poe?" She turned, looking at the beaming smile you gave her.

Slowly, she nodded while leaning back in bed.

"I do, yes.." She paused, gnawing on her bottom lip. "Do you?"

"I love his work, my lady." You beamed, coming over and setting the tray you were holding down on the nightstand before pouring her her cup of blood. "If you'd like, I could read you my favourite poem of his."

She seemed to think about it while she took a sip, staring at the bookshelf and then you, before nodding. "I would like that."

So you did. Once she had finished her cup, you retrieved the book from the shelf and flicked through the pages as you took a seat in a chair close to the bed.

Cassandra had already laid down, getting comfortable and closing her eyes as she waited for you to find the page and start reading.

Once you found it, you cleared your throat and checked in on her once more to make sure she was ready.

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"Tis some visiter' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door-- only this, and nothing more"

By the time you had finished the long poem, Lady Cassandra was deep asleep. Putting a bookmark between the pages, you closed it and put it on her nightstand before getting up and beginning to clean her room like she's asked you to.

Picking up her laundry, dusting the shelves, sweeping the floor. Just when you were about to finish up, grab the tray and leave, you heard a whine coming from underneath the blanket.

Stopping, you looked at her outline under the blanket.

"Mm, no. No." She muttered, shifting in her sleep.

Your eyebrows furrowed, was she having a nightmare? Quietly, you placed the tray back down and gently pulled the blanket off her face to reveal the pained expression she had.

She repeated her mumbling, shaking her head and clinging onto the blanket.

"My Lady." You said softly, not wanting to leave her suffering in a bad dream.

You tried again. "Lady Cassandra.... Cassandra!"

With a small gasp, the girl woke and looked at you with her eyebrows knit together.

"Where is he?" She asked once gathering herself, grabbing the sickle underneath her pillow and sitting up, looking around the room.

"Where is who, Cassandra?" You asked confused, taking a small step back to get out of reach of her sickle.

"The intruder! Where is he?! Once im done with him, he won't be anything but a bag of bones!"

That's when it hit you, she had a nightmare because of the poem you read her. You tried biting back a small smile whilst placing your hand on her wrist, slowly making her lower her weapon.

"Cassandra, I read you a poem before you went to sleep. You had a dream about it. You are alright. I have been in here ever since you slept in, to clean like you asked me to. No one has entered this room. I just heard your mother call out 'goodnight' a few minutes ago. And she wouldnt sleep if there was danger, would she?"

Considering it, she looked up to meet your eyes and shakes her head. No, her mother wouldn't. She lowered her sickle completely once she was convinced you were right, sliding it back under her pillow.

"Would you like me to read you something a little more joyfu-"

Before you had even finished, she nodded, plopping back down in her pillow.

"Yes."

"Very well."

Little Daniela x mom!y/n: (A/N: Couldn't help myself 😬)

You and Alcina had gone to bed not long after you had put the girls to bed. It was a long day, the girls celebrated their 6th birthday and you and your wife were positively exhausted.

Alcina had the idea of taking them to a theme park and little Daniela had escaped multiple times, ending up somewhere else each time and leaving you and Alcina both carrying one child while running through the theme park like idiots, screaming your lungs out.

At some point Alcina even contemplated buying a leash for her.

"You know, I have seen these people buy leashes for their childre-"

"Alcina. I am not going to put our girl on a leash."

"Right. Well, just a thought, my dear."

Alcina had slept in as soon as her head hit the pillow. No wonder, you thought. She refused to wear sneakers and ran through the park in high heels. Her back and feet were killing her, she said. You just about managed to hold back the 'I told you so' at the tip of your tongue.

Just when you were about to doze off, nuzzling into your wife's arms, you heard one of the girls cry out for you both. Looking up at Alcina and seeing she was gone out of her mind, you got out of bed and made your way to your crying daughter.

Opening the door and peeking in, you saw Daniela, sitting up and crying on the bed. As soon as she saw you, her arms reached out for you whilst she sobbed and cried.

"Sweetheart.. whats wrong?"

You asked while coming over, sitting down on the edge of the bed and wrapping her up in your arms. She cried into your chest as she clung onto you, babbling her words into your skin.

"Sweetie I cant hear you. Look at mama and tell me whats wrong."

Daniela lifts her head, looking up at you with her big sad eyes and wobbling lip.

"I had a- a dweam that someone stole Miss Min-Mouse an now she's GONEEE!"

She wails, throwing her head back into her neck and crying as loud as she possibly could.

"Ohh darling," You coo, rocking her in your arms as you look around the bed, finding her laying close to your feet.

Daniela must've accidentally thrown it out of bed as she slept.

Nudging it up with your foot, you grab it and wrap both arms around her again while a small idea pops into your head.

"Well you know what?" Little Daniela looks at you once more, sniffling hard while shaking her head almost violently.

"Right when I was on my way to you, me and mommy found the guy who took Miss Min-Mouse. She's taking care of him right now to make sure he never steals another stuffed animal from children ever again." You said, smiling at your youngest and holding up the Minnie Mouse for her to see.

She smiled brightly once she saw that her beloved stuffed animal she had gotten today was not gone, but that her mommy and mama rescued her.

"You the best mama.." She sniffled, taking the stuffed animal and nuzzling into your chest. Pressing a kiss to her hairline, you mumbled a 'you're welcome' before tucking her back into bed.

"An mommy's the best too.. tell her, kay?" Looking up at you, she wipes her eye with the back of her hand.

You assure her that you will, smiling at her and wiping her tears.

"But you and Miss Min-Mouse need to sleep now. See how tired she is..? My, she's exhausted! Im sure that if you sleep, she will sleep with you. Okay?"

"Tay Mama. Ni ni"

"Night night, bumblebee"

Mother Miranda:

Tonight was one of the not so many nights where Miranda slept in your shared bed.

The closer Eva's birthday had gotten, the more time she spent in the lab and away from you. You couldnt be mad at her in any way, you understood why she does what she's doing.

She was a mother who's lost her daughter and was willing to give everything in the world to get her back once more.

You were there when Eva was born, when she grew up and then lastly died. Miranda was shattered, lost herself. It took her so long to recover and when she did, she was trying to bring her back.

And even though she never let you see what she was doing, she told you about it. She knew it was wrong, but she couldnt help herself. All she wanted was her daughter back with her.. and you.

During the time when Eva died, you never left her side. You took over everything she couldnt do. Cook, clean, take care of certain things and on some days, herself.

Now Miranda was sleeping next to you, breathing deeply and content. You had woken up when she came to bed a few hours ago and took the opportunity to admire her beauty.

Before she sneaked into bed, she had changed in her black sheer nightgown that ended on her mid thigh and put her hair back in a ponytail.

You took the opportunity when given and decided to stay awake and ogle her a tiny bit.

Gently reaching over, you wrap your arm around her and gently caress the skin between her wings. They flutter for a moment when you did before relaxing once more.

Her body relaxed when you caressed her skin and at some point even wings. You had always loved the feeling of her soft feathers on you skin.

However, you had to cut your ogling short when she began letting out rough breaths and furrowed her eyebrows. You almost immediately recognised what was happening.

She used to have nightmares like these almost every night after Eva died so you learned to recognise it fairly quickly.

Moving your hand from her back to her arm, you gently shook her to wake her up from whatever dream she was having. Her rough breaths turned into small grunts as she writhed in her sleep.

The first few times, she wouldnt wake up when you called her name.

"Randy" You said, voice laced with worry. She seemed to be so deep asleep that the usual shaking and calling her name didnt help.

You did what you were about to do once, and Miranda did not like it. Bracing yourself, you reached for her wings again and wrap your fingers around a big feather of hers before plucking it right out of her wing.

She yelled, shooting up in bed and looking around with the most bewildered look you had ever seen before her eyes fall on you and the feather in your hand that you had plucked from her.

"You-.. You plucked one of my feathers." It was more a statement than anything, but she sounded way more calm than the last time you did this. You turned the last feather into one to write with so the sacrifice hadn't been for nothing. Might as well just do the same with this one.

"I did, I'm sorry. I couldnt get you to wake and-"

Before you could finish, Miranda was all over you. Her arms around your neck, her wings pulling you as close as she could manage while she buried her face into your neck.

Kissing her head, you held her as close as you could possibly manage while again, caressing her wings and whispering sweet nothings to the shaking woman in your arms.

She hadn't said anything close to thank you when you comforted her, but she did deliver breakfast in bed every morning for at least a month after that and tried her best to sleep in the same bed with you most nights since after that one, it showed her how much you truly kept her calm.

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I hope you enjoyed! I had fun writing this. :)

[donghoonie-3]

Nightmare - s.jy

Genre - angst, fluff

Warnings: one mention of being killed but no one actually gets killed or anything like that! Jake has a nightmare and cries, reader comforts Jake

Pairing: jake x gn!reader

It was around one in the morning and your boyfriend kept tossing around. His mind scattered with scary nightmares, ones where you've been taken away from him or worse...killed. "no" he whimpers out while still asleep. "No please no" a tear comes running down his cheek as his eyes are still closed.

A couple more minuted of this horrible dream and he wakes up gasping for air which has woken you up aswell.

"Hmm jake? What's wrong?" You say tiredly as you rub your eyes. You lean on your side to look at him. The light from the moon helping you see his face better which makes you notice the tear stain on his cheek.

He turns his body towards you, both of your making eye contact now. "Baby?" You ask out again, worry written all over your face. "I just- i- I had a nightmare" he whispers with a shaky voice as his eyes become glossed over, more tears ready to fall.

"Y-you were.." he averts his eyes, thinking about the nightmare makes him want to cry. He can't handle the thought of loosing you. "It's okay love, you don't have to tell me. Come closer baby" you open your arms up so you can wrap them around him. His face in your chest, which you don't mind, and his arm wrapped around you tightly, not wanting to let go.

"It's okay jakey, it's okay, I'm here. You're safe with me okay?" You comfort him while you lightly scratch his scalp hoping it will calm him down as he starts to sob quietly.

"I'm not letting you go love okay? Not until you feel better, I love you so much baby" you continue to try to reassure him which turns out to work as his sobs become less and less.

After a couple minutes, his cries completely stop. You thought he was asleep but then he speaks out. "yn?"

"Yes baby?"

"Are you not going to sleep?" He asks in a whisper. "I'll go to sleep once you're asleep and comfortable" you tell him and start rubbing his back now. "Are you sure?" He looks up at you as he questions.

"Mhm, I want to fall asleep knowing you're okay" you briefly explain to him before cupping his face and kissing his plush lips. "mkay, thank you yn" he says after breaking this kiss.

He bring his head back down and closes his eyes while you bring your hand back to rubbing his back softly, now satisfied that he feels better. "m love you" Jake mumbles out.

"I love you too" you say back to him and kiss the top of his head, just how he likes.

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[connorqtie]

nightly cuddles (harbor drabble, its been a while sorry for not posting!)

valo agent gn reader w/ no race or body type specified!

warnings: physical touch ig? also first time doing like an actual fic besides hes so sorry if its a bit eh!

So so tired...

It's a typical night after a mission, filled with exhaustion but taunted with the inability to sleep. The mission wasn't horrible in a sense that it caused dread, but it was still a bit stressful. It's just a bit annoying that you can't sleep well each night after every mission you have.

During times like this, there's three solutions.

One, tough it out and try to sleep again. Spoiler alert, that rarely ever works.

Two, do something until you get tired. This is typically a good solution but the third solution seems the most appealing..

Three, go to Harbor's room and sleep there. (Check!)

So here you are, getting out of your room at 1 am to walk over to Harbor's. Thankfully your rooms are just nearby due your agent number being close to his.

*Knock Knock!*

Shortly after knocking, you hear shuffling and faint footsteps approaching the door. The door opens and reveals a sleepy Harbor with slightly ruffled up hair. He looks adorable like this..

"Can't sleep again?" Harbor says with a sleepy smile, moving away from the doorframe to let you in.

"You know it." You enter the room and immediately pull him into a hug.

Harbor laughs softly at the sudden hug, reciprocating it before going back to bed with your hand in his. He pulls a blanket over the both of you as you both snuggle into each other, relishing in each other's warmth.

"At this point, I'm starting to think you're just making excuses to cuddle with me. Harbor teases softly as he caresses your cheek.

"Even if I was, is there something wrong with it?" You whisper back playfully. looking at Harbor's eyes as you speak.

"It would just be easier if you slept in my room everyday. " He whispers into your ear, pulling you closer and nuzzling his face into your neck.

"You're adorable, Varun." You hear a light chuckle coming from the man, littering soft kisses around your neck.

After a bit of banter and more kisses, the both of you fall asleep peacefully within each other’s arms. Harbor’s head is snuggled into your neck, with his arms wrapped around your torso. You partially hope the sun never rises, that you both never have to leave the bed, but that’s practically impossible. Still, being with Harbor makes every time of day better, so it wouldn’t be a shame having to wake up. Plus, he looks so peaceful everytime he’s still asleep…

When you do wake up, he’s still asleep, snuggled up close to you. As much as you want him to sleep peacefully, you can help but slowly and softly litter his face with kisses. Due to this he stirs awake, pulling you even closer and smiling at your antics.

“Morning..” He tiredly says. His morning voice is deep and husky, sending a warm shiver down your spine. He nuzzles his face into your neck once more, taking in your natural musk.

“Good morning, Varun.. still wanna sleep?” You ask him, slightly hoping he answers with a yes of some sorts.

“You read my mind, dear.” He smiles into your skin, holding you close as if you were a teddy bear.

It’s too hard to get out of bed. The bed feels way too comfy, the warmth you both share is too alluring, and the sight of eachother is enough to keep you guys in the confines of Harbor’s room. He really was right about it being easier if you just slept in his room everyday..

[harmonyverendez]

Like you, like me ~ 13 reasons why ( Oc x Oc )

Summary: After dealing with her rough and horrible past, Eleanour Baker finally lets her boyfriend Isaiah Patterson take her.

Warning: ⚠️ Sexual Content, First-time sex, kissing, Etc.⚠️

“ Are you sure about this?” Isaiah asked, hands on his girlfriend's hips. Elena nodded and looked at him in the eyes, she wanted this and it was time for her to take control of her life.

The male on top of her made her feel safe, there was some time when the feelings were too much, but other than that it was okay.

“ Yes, I want this Izzy. It should have been you” Elena commented, placing her hand on his biceps.

Isaiah shushed her. “ Hey, hey. Hush, he didn't take anything from you, you are safe and loved. I will make you feel good, I'm here, Elena. I mean it, just let me know how you feel and if I'm making you uncomfortable, just tell me to stop, okay?”.

Elena Baker was touched by his words, who knew that she would find an interesting person like Isaiah, who's to say that he is the one?

“ Ready?”.

She nodded.

“ Yes”.

Isaiah grabbed a condom wrapper from his nightstand and placed it around himself. He looked at the female he loved and smiled at her.

“ again are you sure? We don't have to if you are uncomfortable or not ready?”.

Elena shakes her head. “ Izzy come on, I want this. Please let me enjoy this”.

She adjusted herself on the bed and made herself comfortable, both of them stripped Naked of their clothes and stared at each other.

Isaiah was amazed at her body, it was gorgeous and just.... Beautiful

Words cannot describe how he felt at the moment, and to think that all of this was his.

Elena spreads her leg and removed her panties and felt the cold air on her body and shivered.

Isaiah noticed this and thought the shiver was fear, he immediately went to pull away but she stopped him.

“ No, don't move. Stay I'm not scared, I was just cold, let's pull the cover over us and we can continue”.

“ Sounds like a plan” Isaiah replied.

He pulled the covers over them and placed himself at the entrance of her vagina.

Slowly and gently he enters Elena, she winced but relaxed immediately after.

It didn't hurt!

“ Did I hurt you?”.

Elena shakes her head and relaxed more, it actually felt nice.

Isaiah wasn't too big or too small, just the right size. “ No, actually can you go faster? It feels really good”.

Isaiah smiled, bit his lip, and nodded. “ Of course, whatever you desire”.

He did what she wanted, he moved faster carefully trying to not hurt her, a part of him wanted to move faster, but he knew if he did so, then she would be in pain or freak out.

Elena shivered as a gasp left her lips, she placed her hand on her boyfriend's biceps/shoulders. “ Hold on, let me-” she trailed off, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist / torso.

“ Now, you can continue ” she breathed looking into his beautiful ocean eyes.

Those words nearly made him melt, and he did. Isaiah continues to move, hitting Elena's G-spot over and over again.

Gasp, moans, and screams left her lips, while only he grunted.

They were glad no one was around, or otherwise, this situation would be messy.

As they reach their climax, Isaiah pulls out and took the condom off, and threw it in the trash.

Elena Baker was panting, she was amazed. This was how it supposed to felt?

Feel?

Tears pricked at her eyelid.

This experience was beautiful.

Noticing this Isaiah looked at her with worry, he lay down near her and pulled her close.

“ What's wrong?”.

“ Nothing, I.... Uh... This was beautiful, this was how my first time was supposed to be”.

Isaiah shushed her, he gently pressed his lips to hers and pulled back after a few seconds. “ He didn't take anything, and I'm glad I'm your first”.

Elena laughs and lays her head on his chest. “ Yeah, I know. I'm just glad it was you. Thank you for this”.

Isaiah kissed her cheek then the top of her head. “ no need to thank me, but you're welcome. Now let's get some rest before my mom gets home”.

“ Okay”.

And they continued on blissfully in paradise.

[munstysmind]

Hey - For the OTP Ask Game

(Whichever you're feeling most - Dealer's choice)

1. / 2. / 11. / 14. / 32. / 37. / 48. / 50.

Hi @residentdormouse, thank you for the asks!!

I’m going to answer for both of my series because I can

MADDISON

1. Who fell for the other one first?

They’re still falling. Chris is definitely developing feelings quicker than Maddie but part of that’s because of eveything she’s been through.

2. Was it love at first sight?

No, not even lust at first sight. She wanted nothing to do with another relationship when they met. Chris was taken in by her from the moment they met and they started liking each other as more than a friends once they started hanging out in Atlanta during filming.

11. Are they a healthy couple? If no, why not?

Yes. Their relationship is still new in their story but it’s the best relationship either of them has ever had.

14. What song fits them perfectly?

Currently…

32. How do they comfort each other?

Chris is incredible, he always knows exactly what Maddie needs. Sometimes it’s to be wrapped in his arms in a hug that makes her feel like nothing can hurt her, other times it’s to be told she’s OK and her feelings are valid. So far, Maddie actually hasn’t had to comfort Chris but we are going to see how she does very soon.

37. Have they ever hurt each other on accident?

Not yet…

48. Who would bring home a homeless animal?

Probably both. They’re both big animal lovers with soft hearts.

50. Who would protect who in a dangerous situation?

It depends on the situation. Physically, Chris would protect her, even though she’s is more than capable defending herself. If the situation wasn’t physically dangerous Maddie would kick up so fast everyone would have whiplash. She’s extremely protective of those she cares about and has a temper that doesn’t come out very often.

YOUR WEAKNESS

1. Who fell for the other one first?

They both fell around the same time. They fought their feeling for over a year before an undercover assignment almost went horribly wrong and everything came out.

2. Was it love at first sight?

Not at all. They were superior and subordinate.

11. Are they a healthy couple? If no, why not?

Danny days they’re not but it’s genuinely the healthiest relationship either of them have been in.

14. What song fits them perfectly?

Honestly, I have no idea. It would be something about action and catching the bag guys.

32. How do they comfort each other?

They’re both very similar in the way they shut off their emotions a lot of the time. The biggest way the comfort each other is with words. Letting the other on know that they’re there for them, that they’re always going to be there to listen to ect. Physical comfort is always a hug.

37. Have they ever hurt each other on accident?

Yes. Harper is a lot stronger than she looks and dislocated Steve’s shoulder once when they were “play fighting” hand to hand combat. Danny damn near wet himself laughing when he got that phone call.

48. Who would bring home a homeless animal?

Steve. That’s how they ended up with Eddie, their dog.

50. Who would protect who in a dangerous situation?

They would have a very short heated debate about it then both protect each other because they can’t turn the cop part of their brains off. It would be a team effort.

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[dreadlord-mr-son]

Yeah I've been told it's an established thing in surgeries to give you a multipart drug treatment -- anesthetic and something that blocks new memory creation. That way if something goes wrong with the anesthetic and you wake up or feel anything, you won't remember and it's supposed to be much less traumatizing.

I've also been told this is super rare, but I don't have any numbers on it.

Now the idea of JUST giving you the forgetting chemical(s) is indeed, incredibly horrifying to me.

I'd rather remember the pain? Then know it happened but have it blanked out. And I feel confident in saying this because I've have severe gallbladder attacks and after my gallbladder surgery I was sick with a HORRIBLE cough. Which got worse when I lay down. So my first night post surgery was sitting at my desk, face on the wood, arms wrapped around my stomach so I could squeeze whenever a coughing fit came. And I slept like that. Barely.

So I've experienced some pretty horrible pains that I was fully conscious and aware of. And yes I'd rather they never happened in the first place, but since they did, I'm glad it was the natural passage of time that's muted my memories of them and not the memories being stolen away by neurochemistry shenanigans.

--

Anyhow on actual story tropes. :p

The system I have in one setting is that magical healing can very easily go wrong in all the ways a normal human body can go wrong, but accelerated. Encourage the body's natural healing response to seal a wound? You might trigger cancer and its growing out of control in the minutes it's taking the cut to vanish. Or maybe you accidentally sealed all the arteries and veins shut with scar tissue and now there's not blood flow to that hand and it goes necrotic. Or maybe you're healing a broken bone and accidentally overdo it and calcify the limb. Or that crooked bone healing mentioned in the poll. Or- There's a lot of things that could happen. This is just from the top of my head.

Basically my magical healers are pretty much always best-served by becoming actual trained doctors as well. And people would rather go to a trained non-magical doctor than an untrained magical healer in most cases. Intuitive magical healing is about as dangerous as practicing non-magical medicine untrained. Except often faster.

[football-and-fanfics]

Bad day - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount Request: You having a bad day and briefly mentioning it to Mason over text and he doesn’t seem say much but then you get back to your apartment and Mason has come over and cooked your fav meal, put in your fav movie, and after you eat and cuddle he brings you to the bathroom and runs you a bath and, knowing it relaxes you, he reads you your fav book. All of this makes you so emotional and at the end maybe he asks you to move in with him so he can continue to spoil you everyday. Overall a very fluffy piece with some angst at the beginning. Could you do it with my name please? If so, I go by rue. Requested by: @girlnamedrue (sorry, Tumblr won't let me tag you properly 😥) Warnings: none A/N: I do not write from the third person / with an actual name (sorry), so this is made out as y/n.

Today was definitely a no-good-bad-luck-all-around-horrible-shitty day at work. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. The only thing that got you through the day a little bit, was texting with Mason throughout the day. His sweet and reassuring answers to your texts of misery were the only reason there, too, was a rare smile on your face today. You were so relieved when the work day was finally over, and you almost raced home with the speed of light. All you could think about was being with Mason tonight, and seek his comfort after this disaster of a day.

When you closed the front door behind you, the smell of something nice cooking in the kitchen immediately wafted in your direction. "You have no idea how good this smells." You walked into the kitchen to find Mason busy cooking a nice meal for the both of you. "I made lasagna, your favorite," Mason smiled, "thought you could use it after the day you've been having." You kissed him to greet him and thank him for this wonderful idea. "You're the sweetest." "And later, I thought we could maybe take a bath together, before snuggling onto the couch with a movie?" Mason rested his hands on your hips, cocking his head to the side and giving you a loving look. You smiled tiredly. "That sounds like the best idea I've heard all day." ---- Some two hours later you sat on the couch, cuddled against Mason and with his arms warmly around you. You had eaten the most wonderful dinner he had cooked you, before relaxing for an hour in the bath with him. "You know," Mason started as you sat with his arms wrapped loosely around you, and your back leaning against his chest. "How about we make doing this more often a little easier?" You frowned at the cryptic question. "Huh?" "How about you move in with me?" Mason clarified without further ado. His arms tightened slightly around you in silent anticipation of your answer. "Oh..." You stammered. His initial question had not given you this as its true meaning, so you were completely thunderstruck by it. "Uhm..." "Forget it," Mason immediately doubted his suggestion. "I'm sorry, I don't want to pressure you..." "Wait a minute." You chuckled at his reaction, taking one of his hands and pressing a kiss to it. "You caught me unawares with that question, that's all." "So... it's not a hard no?" Mason asked hesitantly, the twinkle returning to his eyes. You smiled. "In fact, it's a resounding yes." A delighted smile now broke over Mason's face, too. "Really?" "Yes," you confirmed wholeheartedly, "let's move in together."

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[jazztato]

Can you pretty please do one where The Mc propose to the M6 BUT the Mc is the one who made the ring ,the Mc even made the ring the M6 favorite color. The day Mc proposed is the day The M6 has a very bad day and Mc literally surprised them by proposing. Mc even wore a suit and you can literally see how nervous Mc is. And to make things even better Mc has been working on the ring for 12 months and has not got any proper sleep and as soon as the M6 says yes(which I am sure they will) the M6 finds Mc in a deep sleep wrapped in a blanket and still with the suit on. Please make it extra wholesome I need this in my life at the moment.

Of course I can! This was actually a really sweet request! Sorry it took a while QWQ writers block got to me

Special Proposal (Main 6 x Reader)

Asra

It was a day like any other, you were watching the shop as always while Asra was off who knows where, sometimes you would be upset by his actions.. But today you decided to let it slide because later that day Asra had finally returned home but something was off about him, he looked hurt and sad, you wanted to confront him about it but as soon as you tried to talk to him about it he just told you everything was fine and that you shouldn't worry but that just made you worry even more. "Asra.. Something is clearly bothering you.. Please tell me.." You stared in Asra's deep violet eyes which just caused his cheeks to go a bit red, he then let out a low sigh.

"I can never hide anything from you now can I.." He let out a small chuckle as he sat up from the bed. "I guess I just had a bad day.. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong.. First my coin bag was stolen.. Then it started raining so I couldn't sleep outside since I couldn't get a room anywhere either.. Then Faust nearly got carried away by a giant bird! Luckily I was able to save her.. But my dad was just not a good day!" He laid back down on the bed turning away from you as he pulled the blankets over his head. You couldn't help but feel bad for him he had such a horrible day.. You and Asra have been dating for a couple years now and he's never had such a bad day before it was as if bad luck was on his side.. You quickly stood up from your spot on the bed as you looked at your sulking boyfriend, this scene left you heartbroken so you quickly walked out and decided to plan something special.. We'll you've actually been planning something special for the last 12 months now and you finally managed to finish it and just in time to because what Asra needs right now is something special to cheer him up. You walked into one of the rooms of the shop that you like to use as your study and sometimes as your clothes closet and picked out a nice suit already within it's pockets was a velvet box and within the box contained a beautiful hand made neon sea foam ring, you know Asra will love it because one it's his favorite color and two because he loves you, but lately you've been feeling a bit more exhausted.. It's probably because you stayed up day and night just to finish the ring, no matter what you refused to sleep not till the ring was finished and you had the perfect plan on how you were going to do this! You grabbed a piece of blank paper and a quill as you started to write something apon it, once finished you folded it up and left it on the little table that sat next to the bed but in order for Asra to know that the note was there you ended up knocking the coat rack over which nearly scared him to death later you would have to apologize but it was the only way you could get his attention, but as soon as he was out from the blankets that he was hiding under you quickly booked it, Luckily Asra hadn't noticed that it was you who was in there till he had he noticed the little note on the bed side table, he lifted a brow before picking the note up, he gently unfolded it and read the writing apon the note. "Hello Asra if you're reading this then that means you finally came out from your blanket of sorrow, which is a good sign! But now that you're reading this I want you to meet me under our favorite tree for a special surprise. P.s wear whatever you wish. P.p.s that doesn't mean wear nothing you have to wear something.  Love your's truly (Y/N)."

He let out a small chuckle as he read the last bit, once he finished reading it he neatly folded it back up placing it back inside his pocket as he got dressed in some clothes since the note specifically said to wear clothes, so he dug through his messy closet and finally found a decent looking outfit before tossing it on, he looked at himself in the mirror before smoothing the wrinkles out. "This looks good enough.. I wonder what (Y/N) has planned today.. They said it was something special.. With the day I've had i'm going to need it.." He then rushed out the door and towards the palace where their favorite tree stands, once he arrive at the palace a guard was told to guide him to the spot even though he already knew where it was at but he didn't question it he just thought it was another one of your plans, which it actually was, the guard led him towards the tree which was all decorated with all sorts of different shaped jars filled with with fire flies which lit the night sky. Asra looked in awe at the beautiful scene before his eyes, he couldn't believe it but as he was looking around he had noticed the guard was gone and he was left alone, well not quite alone his eyes soon landed on your own, you were standing in front of the tree wearing a suit that he always loved to see you in, he had a small blush on his cheeks as he walked over to you to where he's now standing face to face. "(Y/N) what is all this? It's beautiful.. Did you do all this for me?" you smiled softly.

"I did.. You were having such a bad day.. So I decided to plan something special to make you smile again.. This was actually one of your surprises.." Asra looked at you with a confused look.

"Only one of my surprises? What's the other?" Asra's eyes then grew wide as he watched you kneel down apon one knee holding a velvet box within your hands.

You took a deep breath, you were really nervous and was hoping his answer would be yes.. "Asra, y-you and I have been together for a few years now and I-I just wanted to say that; you're the star that twinkles at night. The breeze that makes t-things feel right. You're the sunshine that drives blues away. The beat that makes my heart beat every day.... Will you marry me.." As those words left your mouth you opened the box to reveal a beautiful Neon sea foam ring that looked to be handmade.

Asra was in shock but he started tearing up, no one has ever done something like this for him before, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him right after meeting you of course, he gave you a smile as tears continued to fall down his cheeks. "Of course I'll marry you!" You smiled wide as you quickly stood up pulling him into you planting your lips apon his as you slid the ring apon his ring finger. As the two of you separated he had a huge smile on his face. "I can't believe you had this all planned.. How long have you been planning to do all this?"

"About 12 months now." You had a small blush on your cheeks as you scratched the back of your neck.

His eyes grew wide. "12 months!?" You let out a small laugh before kissing his cheek.

"Yup! That's how long it took me to make that ring.. Plus I wanted everything to be perfect.. I hope it was to your liking."

"To my liking? (Y/N) I loved it! You turned my bad day into the best day of my life!" He swiftly lifted you off your feet twirling you around in his arms, the two of you laughed together as the night went on. Later that day the two of them walked back to the shop hand in hand after you had proposed Asra couldn't stop smiling, but as soon as the two of you returned home Asra thought it would be great to take a bath, he thought about asking you however after he was finally dressed in his robe he went searching for you to see if you would like to join him, but as soon as he walked into your room he say you passed out on the bed with the suit still on, he let out a small chuckle as he walked over to the bed pulling the covers over you placing a small kiss to your temple whispering to you. "Sweet dreams my love, and thank you for the best day of my life. I'm happy to have you as my soon to be wife, I couldn't ask for a better partner than you, you are my world." As he stood up straight he saw a small smile form on your lips as you slept peacefully, he walked over to the lantern blowing the flame out watching as the room which was once lit now engulfed in darkness, he gave you one last smile before going off to enjoy a hot steamy bath thinking about how he's grateful to have someone like you as his forever love.  

Julian

Julian had decided to take you Nevivon so he could show you around the place he was raised in, he's always wanted to take you there but never had the right time of day to do so till he finally managed to get a day off for once in his life, you and Julian had just bored Mazlinka's ship as he had already had everything planned to a tee, he literally had a whole list planned! But that wasn't the only thing you guys were going to do that day, you had a surprise of your own but it was better to wait because your ideal spot to propose ain't exactly on a ship.. So you decided to wait till you docked at Nevivon, well that was the ideal plan but as you were sailed out to sea out of nowhere a random storm started rocking our the ship, you could've sworn it was going to topple over and cause everyone to fall overboard but luckily Julian picked you up and rushed you below decks where it was a bit safer, as Julian set you down he immediately started pacing back and forth. "The skies were supposed to be clear! I didn't plan for this at all.. If the ship capsizes then all the plans I had planned are ruined!" You sighed before walking over to stand in front of your tall boyfriend. "Julian calm down.. We don't have to go to Nevivon, Julian looked at you with a look of shock and horror and a bit of sadness. "Darling, I've been planning this trip for nearly 10 months now.. And all you have to say is that we don't have to go to Nevivon!" He was a bit upset at what you had just said.

"Julian love! It's not the end of the world.. We can always go another time.." You let out a small huff.

"A-another time?! I might not have another day off! This is the one time I actually get to go somewhere.. Especially with you.. Darling, this trip means the world to me.."

You frowned and sighed. "Julian.. I'm sorry I didn't mean to be insensitive.. I know how hard you worked just so we can take a trip to a place I've never been before.. And I thank you for that.. But not everything has to be perfect.." Julian had stopped pacing and looked into your eyes he had a small smile and was about to speak till he felt the ship jolt a bit, his eyes grew wide as he quickly grabbed you and held you close to his chest before you know it the ship was sailing through a huge storm, the ship was rocking back and forth causing the two of you to lose balance, as you and Julian were trying to regain balance out of nowhere the ship had hit something big, before you know it you and Julian were both engulfed by the icy sea.

Minutes turned into hours before you and Julian had washed up on land, both were out cold till Julian rolled over coughing up the salty sea water, he groaned before realizing you were still out cold he started to worry so he started performing CPR on you, after a few minutes he thought you were gone till you started coughing up water and gasping for air, he was relieved that you were alive. "(Y/N)! Oh thank god! I thought I had lost you.." He pulled you into a tight hug, after a while you soon returned the hug before kissing his cheek. "If it weren't for you I might've been a goner.." He then started peppering her with kisses which caused you to laugh. "Okay now Julian.. Where are we?"

Julian sat up as he looked at their surroundings, his eyes grew wide. "Well would you look at that we've arrived in Nevivon! What irony to when I was a kid Portia and I both ended up getting shipwrecked, and we ended up here." He scratched the back of his neck.

You let out a small laugh before standing up helping him up and off the sandy beach. "Well at least we made it to our destination.. Because were soaked.."

Julian let out a chuckle. "Luckily I still have my coin bag so we can just buy some new clothing in town, lucky for you that was on our to do list anyway!"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his enthusiasm, especially at the fact that the two of you nearly died.

So far the day had gone swell, well almost.. There were a few mishaps along the way.. Like when you and Julian were walking through town Julian decided to get the two of you lunch but on his way back to you a random bird swooped down and started attacking Julian it wasn't a pretty scene, all you could hear was yelling and squawking and right now the bird was winning.. "Get away from me you feathered menace!" after a while of fighting off the bird, the feathered creature ended up winning along with winning what was supposed to be our lunch off and flew off into the sky, when Julian returned he had a sad look on his face, you frowned seeing how he's been having a bad day so far, he just wanted this day to be special but so far it hasn't been special at all.. Luckily before Julian had walked off to get you and him some food you managed to buy something small from a friendly vendor that was passing by earlier, so you took it out of your back that you had bought and gave Julian half of it which he gratefully took before kissing your head. "Thank you darling.. I guess I've just been having nothing but bad luck.." He held his head down as he sadly nibbled on the small little biscuit you managed to get earlier.

"Love.." You gently placed a hand under his chin causing him to look into your eyes. "It's not your fault that the day hasn't been all that great.. We can still make the most of today.. What do you say we move onto the last thing on your list.. I believe it had something to do with the salt baths? Why don't we go there!" You gave him a big smile which made him smile just a little, but wasn't effective enough, but you're hoping that your little surprise for him will do the trick.

"Alright.. Let's go there then.." He gently took your hand in his as he led you to where the salt baths were located and oh boy it was breathtaking! The baths were all outdoors surrounded by a beautiful view of the sea, as you were staring at the view Julian was already changed into his robe as he held one out to you, you gave him a smile that could light up the whole world, you then walked inside one of the changing areas as you changed into the beautiful robe that fit you perfectly, as you stepped out you made sure to have grabbed the box that was with in your pockets because this was where you were going to pop the question, it was the perfect moment especially after Julian has been having such a bad day.. As you slipped inside the waters beside Julian you felt as if you were in heaven, It was everything you thought it would be and much much more but as you looked at Julian he still looked so down you let out a small huff which got his attention. "Love.. Everything alright? Are the baths not to your liking?"

You shook your head. "Julian I love the baths but you're still so down!" You moved to where you were now face to face with Julian.

"I'm sorry darling.. It's just I wanted this day to be special.." A few tears escaped as he remembered all the bad things that had happened, first the ship wreck, then a bird stole your guy's food.. And now that the day is almost over he realized that he never really got to do anything fun except to enjoy these baths but it's been hard for him to enjoy it because of such a bad day..

You gave him a small smile before placing a small kiss to his lips, but as he was about to respond you quickly got out of the water and back to the changing room and got changed into a nice suit you had bought when Julian wasn't looking, right now Julian was a bit confused on why you had gotten out of the water. "Julian no matter how bad the day is I still had fun because It was spent with the man I love, and in all my life I have never met someone who would wrestle a bird who stole his food." You let out a small laugh as you watched Julian light up a bit before he noticed the box within your hand, his eyes grew wide for a bit but before he could say a word you continued as you knelt down on one knee, as Julian looked at you he could tell you were really nervous as you spoke. "I-I wanna marry you because you're the first person I w-wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time that I-I saw these hands, I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them. But mainly when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So will you marry me?" You opened up the box and within it held a delicate handmade ring the color of rich mahogany which has always been his favorite color, this ring took you 12 months to complete and perfect.

He looked at you with teary eyes as he let a small smile form upon his lips before finally giving you his answer. "Yes! Of course I'll marry you!"

You beamed up at him before slamming your lips on his, giving him a passionate kiss as you placed the ring upon his ring finger as the two of you nuzzled into each other's grasp. You didn't care if you got the suit wet, all you cared about right now was him. "I'm glad I could call you my forever love Julian.. I've thought of nothing but marrying the man I love and that man is you.."

Julian couldn't keep the tears from going. This was the best thing to ever happen to him. "Love.. How long have you been planning this?"

You gave him a cheeky grin. "About 12 months now!" You let out a small laugh as you saw his jaw drop to the floor.

"12 months?! Wow love.. I guess with me being busy at the clinic it gave you enough time to plan all this.." He then got a better look at the ring and realized it wasn't just a ring it looked as if it was handmade. "Darling? D-did you hand make this?" He looked into your eyes waiting for an answer.

"Yup! It took 12 months just to make it as I was doing so I was going to plan on proposing in vesuvia.. But the plans ended up changing when you offered to take us to Nevivon so I decided to propose here especially after such a bad day you've had my love.."

You gave you a wide smile before kissing your hand. "You have made me the happiest man alive, who cares whether I had a bad day or not.. I get to marry the most important person in my life and that person is you my love." The two of you let out a small laugh before he finally decided to hop out and get changed himself, after a little while the two of you walked back to the house 

Side Bonus a little joke @adelia-the-apprentice  thought of and I just had to write it in XD this part is with her mc Adelia and it's pretty funny enjoy lmao, this was just a little joke nothing to do with the actual story lol Julian had noticed the box within your hand, his eyes grew wide for a bit but before he could say a word you continued as you knelt down on one knee. "I wanna marry you because you're the first person I wanna look at when I wa-" Out of nowhere a random women ended up running up shoving (Y/N) out of the way as she took the box with the ring inside the random women that had shoved (Y/N) out of the way knelt down on one knee right before Julian staring up in his grey eyes. "Julian my love, it's me Adelia.. and I want you to marry me!  I refuse to watch you marry someone other then I.." She had a sad pleading look on her face, Julian was a bit confused but as he was about to respond.  (Y/N) stood up from where she was shoved at and ended up tackling Adelia to the floor Julian's eyes grew widened as he watched the two wrestle on the ground trying to retrieve the ring box out of Adelia's grasp, Julian couldn't help but watch since it was a sight that he was surprisingly enjoying, After a while the wrestling stopped and Adelia remained victorious,  Causing Julian to accept Adelia's proposal but Julian felt bad for (Y/N) so if Adelia was ok with it he would add (Y/N) into the mix as well, however he has never seen any one in his entire life wrestle another person for his hand in marriage it was quite funny but it was also very enjoyable seeing how two people would go through so much just for him, it was a day to remember.  

Muriel

It was just another ordinary day for Muriel and (Y/N) where they spent their day in Muriel's cabin or took a nice little walk in the woods but out of all days that something bad happened it had to be today, earlier that day as Muriel was feeding his chicken friends, he realized one was missing, he started to get worried as he searched high and low for the missing chicken, but to his luck there was no sign of the missing chicken he was hurt and sad on his way back to the hut he saw a few small white feathers that looked to be chicken feathers.. He quickly followed the trail of tiny feathers as he got to the end of the trail his face went pale with horror and shock and a bit of anger, before his very own eyes was the missing chicken laying on the ground in a puddle of blood lifeless, he knelt down in front of the chicken a few tears started to fall down his cheeks as he gently lifted the lifeless creature in his large palms wondering who would do such a cruel thing to such a small creature, he stood up straight walking back to the hut with the small little chicken in his palms, (Y/N) was outside watering the flowers outside the hut when you heard a Muriel walk up behind you, you swiftly turned around but when you saw the lifeless chicken in his palms you let out a small gasp. "What happened to her? Who would do such a thing.."

Muriel looked down. ".........I don't know..." He gently set the chicken down as he grabbed a hold of a shovel and started digging up a small grave big enough to fit a tiny little chicken, once the grave was dug up he gently set the chicken inside and quietly buried the poor creature frowning. "She was young....." You gently placed a hand on his shoulder giving him a sad smile.

"She'll always be remembered, Muri.. Her chicken companions will also remember her as well."

Muriel pulled you into a tight hug as tears flowed down his cheeks. "Hey... Why don't we go for a little walk? Wouldn't that be nice?" You slowly lifted your hand up and started wiping his tears away as he leaned into your touch.

"........Yeah..." He gave you a small but sad smile as the two of you held hands walking away from the hut and deeper into the woods, Ever since you started dating Muriel you've gotten to know your way around the forest quiet nicely, and you knew exactly where you were going, there was usually only one place that usually did the trick that cheered him up and that was the beautiful clearing in the center of the forest, it was surrounded by the most gorgeous of flowers and every once in a while different types of creatures would lay by the small lake that was close by and enjoy the warmth of the sun and the cool refreshing water. On the way to the clearing you tried your best to make small talk with Muriel but his mind was somewhere else and you have a feeling it was about the chicken that was brutally killed and left in it's own puddle of blood and feathers, you were about to speak but as you were e walking you ended up tripping over a loose branch falling to the ground with a loud thud, Muriel's eyes grew wide as he rushed over to you.

"(Y/N)..... Are you ok???" He knelt down to you to examine you for any injuries.

"I-I think I sprained my ankle.." You put your hands around your ankle before flinching in pain. "Yup it's sprained.."

Muriel stared at you with horror in his eyes. "....It's my fault...... I-if I wasn't mourning the loss of a chicken then you wouldn't have had to take me to the clearing....... Then you wouldn't have gotten injured..." He had a few tears in his eyes.

"Muri... It's not your fault.... I wasn't paying attention..." You slowly stood up standing on your good foot as you limped over to him, but as you were trying to get to him he lifted you off the ground and started walking. His actions caused you to blush. "Muri!" You let out a small laugh as he continued to carry you.

"Your hurt...... I don't want you to injure it any further.......... Today...... Today has been nothing but bad.... First the chicken....... Now you......" He held you closer to his chest refusing to let go.

"Muri.... It's ok.... I'll be fine..." You gave him a small kiss on the cheek right as he walked into the clearing he now had a blush creeping upon his cheeks after you kissed a gentle kiss upon it, you two have been dating for a couple years now and yet he still gets so flustered every time you kiss him, to be honest it was actually pretty cute.

Muriel gently set you down on the soft grass as he gently leveled your foot onto a soft patch so your ankle wouldn't hurt any more. "How's that......."

You gave him a small smile. "Better.. Thank you." He let out a small grunt of satisfaction but was still hurt and upset that you ended up getting hurt in the first place. He had a small frown on his face, you couldn't stand seeing him so sad like this.. It broke your heart, then you remembered the ring you've been working on for 12 months now, you reached into your bag digging though it trying to find the box till your hand bumped into a small smooth box, you let a small smile creep up on your face as you pulled the box out of your bag, Muriel was a bit distracted as he was fiddling with a few flowers turning them into something beautiful, you cleared your throat getting his attention he turns his head and looks you in the eyes, he still hasn't noticed the small box in your hands but when when you shrugged your jacket free off your shoulders to reveal a nice suit as you did your best to kneel on one knee with a bit of a pain but you didn't let that stop you from cheering your man up with this special proposal but you were extremely nervous. "Muri.. We've been together for a few y-years now and well I have something to say... Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be. Will you spend the rest of your life with me? Muriel will you marry me?" You opened the box to reveal a beautiful homemade ring that had was green with a hint of burnt marshmallow, Muriel just stared at you in shock, his cheeks had a deep crimson glow to them as he was loss for words, at first you thought he was going to say no but when he collapsed in front of you and hugged you closer to him with tears in eyes. "........ Yes." He looked into your eyes as tears streamed down his face. "I-i will marry you..." His cheeks were still tinted with red as he pulled you closer to him, you took this opportunity to place a sweet kiss to his lips causing him to turn even more redder before he finally kissed back slowly as you slid the ring that was made for him onto his ring finger, he placed his forehead against your own he continued to cry. "N-no one has ever wrote me a marriage proposal as a poem before.. Well no one has actually proposed to me in my entire life.. a-and i'm grateful to have you as mine..." After a while he gently picked you up and carried you all the way back to the hut, it took a while to get there since Muriel thought about taking a different route this time, it was the long route because he wanted to continue to spend some time with you, you had made his bad day into one of the best days of his entire life, as the two of you finally arrived back at the hut he shoved the door open so he didn't have to set you down, inside was a small crackle of what was left of the fire along with a large fluffy wolf sleeping on a rug trying to stay warm, you smiled at the scene but as Muriel gently sat you down next to Inanna, as he soon walked out to retrieve more fire wood for the fire, but as he returned he saw you were out like a light curled up next to Inanna still wearing the suit you had on not caring whether you got it dirty or not, so you could stay warm you had one of the first pulled up over you, you did look really tired all day and Muriel knew that all you needed right now was some rest since you've worked so hard just to finish that ring for Muriel for which took you 12 months to finish, Muriel gently set the wood down on the other side of the room as he quietly restarted the fire hoping to keep you warm.

As the night went on he stared at the ring upon his finger as a small smile formed on his lips. "Thank you..... Thank you for always being there for me when I needed you the most....." He placed a small kiss to your temple before laying next to you falling into a deep slumber.  

Lucio

Today was supposed to be a quiet and calm day where it's just you and your beloved boyfriend Lucio but sadly that wasn't the case, as always Lucio wanted to throw his annual masquerade birthday party but Nadia wouldn't let him which just left him in shock. "Noddy! What do you mean no!? It's my birthday! I agreed to only throw a party once a year! And I choose to throw it on my birthday! So why won't you let me have this!.." He stared at his ex wife with horror in his eyes at the fact that she had the audacity to tell him no.

She took a calming sip of her tea before setting the delicate cup back down upon the table before her. "I said no because we need to slow down and not spend the money on atrocious things such as parties... I'm sorry Lucio but it's just how things are right now, but if you behave for a week then I'll think about letting you throw a party."

Lucio's eyes grew wide then twisted into anger which soon turned into sadness. "A week!? But then my birthday will be over!.." He had a small pout on his face and you could've sworn you saw a tear escape from his eyes, you couldn't help but feel bad for him, you were about to speak but right as you were about to he dashed out of the room not wanting to have to deal with it any more, you looked over at Nadia as she took another sip from her cup of tea.

"I'm going to go check up on him.. Before he hurts himself.." You stood up from the plush chair you were sitting on and all Nadia could do was give you a simple nod right before you rushed out of the room in search of Lucio.

After a while of searching for you sulking boyfriend you managed to finally find him, he was hidden away in one of the secret passages that reside in the palace, as you stepped through the sight before your eyes made your heart shatter, you've never seen Lucio like this in all your life of him being your boyfriend, he usually has a brave face on but right now... That's not the case.. As you approached Lucio he continued to sulk not realizing that you were there, well not till you knelt down to his side placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, it made him a bit jumpy but when he realized it was you he quickly pulled you into a hug burying his face in your chest. You gently stroked his hair as he continued to sob, but after a while he finally calmed down and decided to speak up.

"Why won't she just let me have this.. It's my birthday.. I haven't b-been able to throw a party in years.. And I made a p-promise that I wouldn't throw one everyday.. Or every few weeks like I used to.." As he spoke his words were a bit choked up, it just broke his heart even more.. You held Lucio close to you as he nuzzled into you. "You're on my side.... Right?..." He looked up looking into your eyes as if he was hoping you would agree with him, you gave him a small smile as you kissed the top of his head.

"Of course I am Luci.. I know how much this means to you.. But no one can get Nadia to change her mind.. So I guess you'll just have to try and behave for an entire week.." He looked at you with a bit of shock before pouting again.

"A week! I can't do that.. You know I can't! I try but then I end up causing more trouble.." He sat next to you with a huff crossing his arms.

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh before standing up. "Come on Luci.. Let's get out of here and go for a little walk, I think it's time for some fresh air." You held your hand out to him, he stared at it for a while till finally accepting it, pulling himself up but as he stood next to you he refused to let your hand go which you didn't mind as long as he wasn't sulking any more but as you looked at him he still looked really sad, today hasn't been a good day for him.. But you had a solution to your problem, you knew exactly how you were going to cheer him up, but first you needed to get out of this stuffy room.

You carefully led Lucio and your self out of the secret passage and towards the palace gates hoping you could lead him to somewhere special without him complaining the whole way there and luckily that's what you got he didn't question where you were taking him he just wanted to do something for once since his day was ruined.

As you approached a hill top he was a bit confused but when he saw the view from where he was standing his eyes had a bit of a sparkle to them, you couldn't help but smile as he was admiring the view, the two of you spent the rest of the day there chatting and sharing the occasional kiss from here to there, after a few hours the sun finally started to set and you knew this was the perfect moment to pop the question, you quietly took your jacket off, setting it to the side as a nice suit was revealed underneath, Lucio was to busy admiring the sunset to notice that what you were wearing so you took this opportunity to pull a box from your pocket, you took a deep breath. "Luci?"

Lucio looked up at you, he still had a sad expression on his face but as he saw what you were wearing and what you were holding he grew a bit skeptical but as he watched you get down on one knew his eyes grew as wide as saucers. "(Y/N)?" Your name was the only thing that escaped his lips before you started to speak but as you spoke he could clearly see how nervous you were.

"Lucio we've been together for a while now and I've watched you change so much, you were once an arrogant count who only cared for himself but now your someone who is trying to be more responsible with his actions and after you had such a bad day I decided to take you here so I could ask you a question." You breathed in then out. "Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee that at some point, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine. I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me.." You opened the ring box to reveal a beautiful ring that looked to be handmade along with it being of his favorite color, Scarlet red.. But that wasn't all, the ring was also a mix of Plot relevant red. "So Luci.. Will you marry me?" He stared at you in shock before a broad smile appeared on his face.

"Y-you're asking me to marry you? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Where I ask you to marry me?" He let out a small chuckle.

"Luci! It's a simple question." You let out a small laugh as he knelt down in front of you smiling.

"Yes! Of course i'll marry you!" You smiled wide as you grabbed him by the color of his shirt pulling him into a deep yet passionate kiss, sliding the ring onto his ring finger, it fit like a glove, after the two of you separated for air he started to admiring the ring upon his finger, till he realized that it was of his favorite colors and more. "D-did you make this yourself?" He looked at you with shock and a bit of pride in his eyes.

"Yup! It took me exactly 12 months to work on it." You gave him a sweet smile before pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek.

"12 months?! Wow.. You spent all that time working on this ring.. For me?" He had a small smile on his face, the sadness that was once there was long gone.

"Yeah.. I did it because I love you Luci.." He then pulled you into a tight hug as he kissed you all over.

"You turned this bad day into one of the best days!" An idea had just popped in Lucio's head as he immediately stood up bringing you up along with him. "I know! We should throw an engagement party! That'll give noddy a reason to let me throw a party!" You couldn't help but laugh as you followed him down the hill and towards the palace, you were just happy to see a smile on his face again.

As the two of you arrived back at the palace you let Lucio talk to Nadia by him self as you went to the room the two of you shared but as soon as you laid upon it's silk fabrics you were out like a light, after a while Lucio barged in with good news but as he say your sleeping figure he had a small smile on his face, the suit you were wearing was still on as a small blanket had been pulled up upon your body as you slept, he slowly walked over to you as he placed a small kiss to your head as he whispered such beautiful things in your ear before soon joining you in bed falling into a deep slumber himself, today was once a bad day for Lucio but now, now it's the best day of his life..  

Nadia

Today was a peaceful day, you were actually pretty happy because you found out Nadia had a whole day planned out for the two of you, and you couldn't wait! You had already finished getting ready as you waited for your beloved girlfriend to enter the room, after a few minutes the doors to the tea room opened wide only to reveal Nadia wearing her travel uniform, you quickly stood up smiling wide as she approached. "Are you ready dear?" You eagerly nodded as you walked up to stand beside her.

"I'm more than ready!" You gave her a wide smile as the two of you walked out the doors but before you guys could make it to the palace gates Nadia was interrupted by one of the chamberlains who looked to be scared about something.

"M-milady! There was a major mishap in the kitchen that could use your attention!" Nadia let out a disgraceful groan as she looked at you with a sad smile. "My apologies (Y/N)... But duty calls.. will you wait for me?"

You gave her a big smile as you nodded. "Of course!" You were led back to the room as you waited for Nadia to return from taking care of the little mishap, after an hour had passed Nadia had returned, you stood up smiling. "Everything alright?"

Nadia gave you a small smile. "Yes.. The chefs were just fussing about how low they were on,with a certain ingredient they desperately needed.... But now that that is all settled with, shall we carry on with our date?"

You gave her swift nod but as the two of you were about to exit the room another chamberlain rushed in.

"M-my apologies milady but the count's dogs got into the peacock pen again.." Nadia frowned as she looked back over to you, you gave her a small smile.

"Go.. I'll be here waiting." You sat back down on the plush sofa as you watched Nadia follow the chamberlain out.

A few hours passed as the two of you kept getting interrupted by people in the palace with another complaint or situation that only Nadia could fix, by the time we actually got a chance to ourselves it was already late, to the point where we couldn't go on a proper date and seeing how she couldn't enjoy the day with you made her upset, she wasn't having such a good day.. It was bad.. She sat in one of the chairs, as she drank the tea that was provided to her. "(Y/N) I am so sorry that our day was ruined just because I am countess.." You saw the hurt look on her face as she slowly drank her tea, you knelt down beside her.

"Nadia.. It's alright.. I'm sure we'll get another chance someday.." You gently held her hand as she gave you a small yet sad smile, but you could still tell she was hurt and devastated that the two of you couldn't have your date. You swiftly stood up and rushed out of the room, Nadia was a bit confused but just thought that you needed space and that you were upset with her.. But that wasn't the case.. No, what you were doing was something that she'll remember for the rest of her life.

When you returned you weren't in your usual outfit, no.. You were in a beautiful tux that fit you nicely, in your hand was a small box, and inside that box was a beautiful handmade Opalescent ring, that ring took you 12 months to make and perfect, Nadia looked at you with a confused look. "(Y/N)? Is everything alright Dear?" You were really nervous.. You were scared that she would say no but you couldn't know unless you tried, you knelt down on one knee clearing your throat. "Nadia.. You and I have been together for a few years now.. I know you're the countess and are always busy from time to time but I would love to help you with your duties as countess.. So what I'm trying to say is.. A person you love is an extension of yourself. Without it, you're not complete. So better take care of yourself, because I don't want to lose a part of me." You opened the box to reveal a beautiful Opalescent ring, you stared up at her with a sweet smile on your face. "Will you marry me?"

Nadia had a shocked look on her face as a few tears started to escape, she was shocked that the love of her life was right before her eyes down on one knee proposing to her, there was only one thing she could say and that was yes. "Yes.. Of course I'll marry you (Y/N).." You stood up as you helped her from the chair only for you to share a sweet kiss as you slipped the ring upon her ring finger. "(Y/N)... How long have you been planning this?" She stared at the ring, she could easily tell it was homemade, it was made with lots of love and care, it was everything to her.

"About 12 months to be exact.. I wanted everything to be perfect.. Perfect for the one I love."

Nadia smiled as she pulled you closer to her sharing another kiss, but as the two of you broke for air she couldn't help but laugh, oh you missed her laugh all so much, she's been down all day but you were glad that you could make her smile again.

"You know what? I shall start planning the wedding right now." You let out a small laugh as she walked out the room, you followed close behind but as you did you felt a bit drowsy so you decided to head back to the room you share with the countess, you laid upon the beautiful silk sheets, as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

A while later Nadia had entered the room not realizing you were asleep yet. "Dear which one do you prefer? A large wedding? Or a-" Before she could finish she realized you were asleep in bed, as you slept the suit you were wearing was still on since you seemed so exhausted, as you slept you had already wrapped the blanket around you like a little cocoon so you can stay warm, she let out a low laugh trying not to wake you up, but instead she decided to lay right beside you soon falling into a peaceful sleep.  

Portia

It was just like any other day, you were visiting your girlfriend Portia as she wanted to spend some time with you so you gratefully accepted, right now you were sitting on the couch she had in her living area as Pepi was sprawled out on your lap, you couldn't help but give her a few pets from here to there, Portia was busy fixing up some dinner in the kitchen and by the smell of it, it smelt delicious! After a while of cooking in a hot kitchen Portia finally emerged with two hot bowls of what looked to be bread pudding, you couldn't help to laugh a bit, of course it was going to be bread pudding, it is her favorite dish after all. "Bon appetit!" She laughed as the two of you ate, but as you were eating a lowed crash could be heard from the garden, she let out a low grown as she set her bowl down only to stand up to grab the shovel instead, you looked at her confused.

"What's wrong Portia?" You stood up only to try and see what could've made such a loud noise.

"It's that pesky cockatoo again.. He always comes by and messes with my garden, I'll be right back." You watched as Portia ran out with the shovel in hand and started to wack it around trying to hit the cockatoo as if it was a pinata, after a while the bird finally flew off but who knew how long it'll stay gone for.. You watched as Portia walked back inside, her clothes were all ruffled up with some dirt here and there, she looked awful.. "I wish that cockatoo would just leave my garden alone!" She huffed as she collapsed onto the couch right beside you.

You placed a gentle hand on her shoulder as you gave her a sweet smile. "It'll be ok.. Maybe he just wants attention? He is Lucio's bird after all.."

She sighed sitting up a bit. "You're right.. But that still doesn't give it the right to go after my garden.. I worked hard on it.." You gave her a sad smile.

"I know you have.." You frowned seeing how stressed and sad she was, but as the two of you decided to finish eating your bread pudding she ended up letting out a low yelp, you looked at her a bit worried. "Are you ok?!"

She frowned, shaking her head. "No.. I bit my tongue.. And it hurts.." This day wasn't going her way at all.. "Maybe I'm having bad luck.. First the cockatoo... And now I bite my tongue?! What's next? I burn my hand?" She tilts her head back as she huffs in annoyance and irritation.

"Portia..." You watched as she kept complaining about how her day has been nothing but bad luck.. You didn't like seeing her like this so you quickly rushed off to one of the rooms to throw on the suit you had brought with you, as you got changed you pulled out a small yet very beautiful box and inside the box contained a handmade ring which you had made you self, it was her favorite color, you always remembered how she enjoyed the color sunny-D Tangerine so that's the color you made the ring, you took a deep breath as you walked back out to the living area, you were extremely nervous to be proposing to the love of your life.. Will she say yes? Will she say no... What if she laughs at you as you propose! You started to get even more nervous but you didn't let a little fear stop you from doing this, you walked into the living area where Portia still sat but this time she turned her head when she heard you've returned but her cheeks turned a bit pink when she saw you wearing a suit, she was confused on what this was all about so you walked in front of her taking a deep breath as you knelt down on one knee, her eyes grew wide as if she knew exactly what you were about to do. "Portia.. You and I have been together for a couple years now and every time I see you hurt or sad.. It makes me sad as well so what I'm trying to say is that, "I came across someone who stole my heart and it is you. Don't throw it away and give it yours love, because I give my life to you." You opened the box only to reveal a beautiful ring the color of Sunny-D Tangerine. "Portia.. Will you be mine and marry me?" She let out a low squeal before tackling you to the floor.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll marry you (Y/N)! I love you so much!" You couldn't help but laugh as you placed the ring on her ring finger giving her a sweet yet gentle kiss, as the two of you pulled apart she admired the ring. "Wow! Is this handmade?!" She stared at you in awe as you laughed nodding.

"Yup! Took me 12 months to make!" You smiled proudly as she gave you an even bigger smile before hugging you tightly.

"Best. Day. Ever!" The two of you laughed, but as you were about to celebrate another noise was heard from outside Portia rolled her eyes as she went to grab the broom. "I'll be back!" She cheerfully said as she stepped out the door, but as she was gone your eyes started to grow a bit heavy. Before you know it you were laying on the couch with a blanket pulled over your body as you fell into a deep slumber.

After a while Portia soon returned with a few feathers in her hair as she set the shovel down. She saw you on the couch fast asleep. She let out a small laugh as she realized you were still wearing the suit, to be honest it was kinda cute.. But you did look really exhausted after all so she knew you needed the rest, she grabbed the empty bowls as she headed towards the kitchen, she couldn't help but smile knowing that her life will no longer be filled with sorrow but instead her life will be filled with happiness and joy.   

Next time I might only write for the men because writing for the females are a bit harder for me QWQ

[alovesongshewrote]

Hi!!! I love your writing!!! Would you be willing to do a douxie x reader where the reader is super stressed about school?? And he comforts them??? Btw i love that you are doing everything gender neutral!!

Chamomile Tea | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  You’re stressy, and Douxie wants to help, so he does, and that’s the fic [Hisirdoux Casperan x GenderNeutral!Reader]

Word Count: 742

Warnings: you're a chamomile tea enjoyer

A/N:  this is actually a pretty popular request! consider this the school-stress fic lol

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05 @blixeon @mxcheese @prismarts 

At this point in your life, with your hundreds of years behind you, and your hundreds of degrees behind you, you were pretty sure that some professors only became professors to torment their students with excessive amounts of work and the hardest exams imaginable.

You did your best to avoid those professors- Rate My Prof exists for a reason.  However, every now and then, you found yourself with a teacher from hell.

On those occasions, you missed the 1600s, when you were busy taking a century long nap in a bog.

Your partner, Hisirdoux Casperan, did not miss those days!  He thoroughly enjoyed your company, and he missed you while you were away.  That was why, to prevent future bog-nap-related instances, your sweet wizard man did your best to keep you relaxed.

It didn’t always work, but at least he tried.

He'd let you rant and rave about your current assignments, even if the subjects didn’t quite make sense to him.  He’d let you rest on him while you typed away at your laptop, and he’d let you screech when you needed to!  T’was an incredibly kind gesture since you were loud, and your shared apartment was very, very small.  He’d reassure you that your work looked great, and that you were doing well.  He’d compliment your work ethic, but suggest that you take a break.  He’d also make you cups and cups of tea, usually chamomile, all in the name of getting you to relax yourself.

Of course, there were other times, when things were too rough for a cup of tea and a gentle reassurance to make things better.

On those occasions, Douxie would take your hands, help you control your breathing, and assure you that yes, if things did go horribly, terribly wrong in a completely unrealistic way, he would help you flee the country.

Things never did go wrong in a horrible, terrible, completely unrealistic way, but it was nice to have his support when you felt like the world was falling down around you.

Which, of course, had to happen right now.

You had six assignments due in the next week- three papers, two powerpoints, a timeline, and on top of that, you had three upcoming exams to study for.  Your skin felt too tight.  You couldn’t get enough air into your lungs, leaving you gasping for breath.  Your nails dug into your palms, into your chair, into your desk- there was just so much going on and you couldn’t cope.

You were so deep inside your own head that you almost missed it when Douxie put his hand on your shoulder.  

He didn’t ask if you were alright.  It was pretty obvious that you weren’t.  Instead, he just ran his hand down your arm to take your hand in his.  He squeezed your hand gently, a soft reminder that he was there, and that he loved you, and that things would be alright.

In turn, you almost broke his hand.  It wasn’t on purpose, you were just having a panic attack.  Douxie was a good sport about it.

His thumb brushed across your knuckles as he asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You took a shaky breath as you shook your head, “No.  No, it’s nothing you haven’t heard before.”

“I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“I- It’s just a lot.  I’ve got so much work to do, and not enough time to do it in, and it’s just so much.  I don’t know why I do this to myself, I just…” you sighed, and let yourself flop against your wizard.  His arms wrapped around you immediately.  It was a familiar sensation- one that you’d been in thousands of times before.

His eyebrows furrowed with concern, “I’m sorry, darling.  Is there any way I can help?”

A dry laugh escaped you, “A cup of tea would be nice.”

He smiled, giving your hand a kiss and a squeeze before standing, “Earl grey or chamomile?”

“Chamomile, please.”

He left the room before immediately popping his head back in, “Just putting it out there, you do this to yourself because you know, deep down, that you’re capable of amazing things.  I know it.  And so do you.”

He left the room again, though this time, you followed behind, chasing him down the hallway like a bewitched gremlin and wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me, dear.  Now, about that tea-”