#echo flowers inspo???

[what-have-i-unleashed]

killer gets to have golden flowers so i think the others in the murder time trio need to have some flowers too. murder/dust with red spider lilies (symbolizing death, regret, loss of connection). horror with black (dark red) dahlias (symbolizing sadness and betrayal).

[asyliah]

Mindfucked!

𐙚 . sum : You just found out Sunday can do hypnosis, so you took advantage to it and asked for—seggs. Inspo 💌

𐙚 . warnings . Dom sunday .ᐟ Usage of hypnosis in sexual act .ᐟ unprotected sex .ᐟ p in v .ᐟ slight choking .ᐟ consensual .ᐟ cunnillingus .ᐟ not proof read .ᐟ i wrote this at 12 am

Wc . 1.82k

Hypnotist!Sunday who have the power to take control in your body and mind just by using his sweet saccharine voice, dripping honey and lovely tone. His voice drawn you like like a bee, attracted to a flower's bud when it's a venus trap.

Hypnotist!Sunday who's amused in your request, and took you in a neary love motel—an expensive one. In the queen sized bed with silk sheets, your naked body all bare for him to see as his voice worked into your mind and body, taking a control of it. You were so susceptible to it, so obedient for him. His voice just echoed and feel it reaches into the back of your head and tingle making your whole body jolt and your eyes cross from the feeling.

Hypnotist!Sunday listened to your pleas when you have discovered of his secret quirks in one the gathering of few people in the party. You thought it was a good idea to use his quirks for something more inappropriate. How come you not able to resist? Some guy just said if his hypnosis may able to use in sexual way, and the thought of it lingers in tthe back of your mind. So you pull him into a private place and ask him trying to be thick faced for the very first time. Your past hook-ups were never good in bed, as if something lacks in them.

Hypnotist!Sunday who's at your back and nibbling at your ear, whispering his commands to you: "Listen to my voice, as you breathe in and out. Try to feel feel the tingles in your body like an electricity flowing into your veins. Yes, feel it. You should feel it. I want you to feel it. That tingle, that itch inside you that you cant scratch. The chill that runs into your spine. In the count of one, two, three, you will be bound my words and only my words alone." When he snapped his fingers, you almost screamed at the sudden sensation overflowing into you. It felt like hand roamed every inch of your body, even though Sunday didn't touch you. You drool from the immense pleasure and gripped into his wrists for support.

Hypnotist!Sunday who is so mean and conjured up a flashlight and put you into trance once again as he whispers into you so lovingly and controlling, "In the count of One. Two. Three. This flashlight and your cunt shall be connected." Your drowsy state look at him, his hard and big cock positioning infront of you as the fleshlight laid into your abdomen. He tried to rail the fleshlight as if it was your own tight pussy. God—you could feel his cock rearranging you even though he wasnt inside you. You screamed in pleasure, your hands gripping to the pillows above you as the pleasure intensify that feeling of non-existent cock destroy your inside.

Hypnotist!Sunday who came into the fleshlight, and you also feel a hot liquid painting into you, also cumming after him. When he took his still hardened cock from the fleshlight, there were strings of cum dripping into it. You look at him with pleading eyes, your pussy needed him---his cock. You wanted something long and hard into you, and fill you up. Not some kind of feeling trying to project into you. All fours in the bed and reaching out to his cock, you give him a long lick and smiled. "I want it. I want real sex."

Hypnotist!Sunday that's been intoxicated at you, pins you down into the bed once again, asking if you were sure about this because he would contain yourself and just fuck you till you're dumb at his cock.

Hypnotist!Sunday who slowly enters your tight walls, that gummy feeling trying hug his hard cock as your wetness guides him more. Even though he hasnt fully enter, your pussy tingles so much as if it was waiting for it's entire life for Sunday's cock. His whole length suddenly rams, reaching the tip of his cock in your cervix. He didn't stop from ramming it, he gripped your thighs and spread your legs more, seeing his cock in and out into that creamy cunt. Sunday swears he's getting crazy at the sight of you taking his cock, drooling and moaning like a mess.

Hypnotist!Sunday who keeps repeating the same words into your trance state, the word "It feels good" suddenly keeps repeating into your mind like a mantra, while his cock stretches you out and reached into the parts you did not know there were. You keep babbling "it feels good" both in your mind and mouth, you're completely at his mercy.

Hypnotist!Sunday who sees you covering your face when he felt your pussy is cleching him, a sign that you're cumming soon. You felt too good, that you don't know what to do anymore. Your hips jerked from the pleasure, toes curling while Sunday grunted from the ecstacy he felt. It was like a cloud nine, you were like the gates to heaven. Both of your hands were pin into above you, revealing your flushed face reducing into a babble mess. "Dont hide your face..." His hips grind in you, "I wanna see your face when I cum," and Sunday leaned closer and kissed you deeply, his tounge works with yours—both hungry for each other.

Hypnotist!Sunday take a grip into your chin and hold it, his hands wander into you neck as he slightly put a pressure. "Bear with me," he said, while giving a small smile. He then rock his hips, and he could see the base pf his cock forning white ring. When he glanced at you still in trance, he whispered another command into you. "I'm cumming." He grunted, even though he only said one word, your mind was playing tricks to you and his voice keep playing to your mind. He take a one snap in his hips and came into you.

Hypnotist!Sunday who is tempted by you when you still begged for me, asking for more of him and his kisses. How come he say no? You were too cute begging for me, your legs trapped him from getting up. The look in your eye seem so innocent when you begged for his cock to rail you once again.

Hypnotist!Sunday who knew he's in trouble when he felt his cock go hard once again.

🧷 @asyliah

[aemondwhoresworld]

SYRENA — PROLOGUE

pairing: gwayne hightower x targaryen!reader

summary: on her ten-and-eight name day, her father, the king viserys i targaryen promise y/n she can have whatever she wish for since it’s her name day, even a man that she always been dreamed about. ser gwayne hightower

part of series: SYRENA | word-count: 3,3k

inspo: syrena by kiki rockwell

warning: angst to fluff, arrange marriage, infidelity, mention of cheating, use of y/n, aemma arryn still alive in this, etc.

au: i am a long time reader but this is my 3rd time to write, so there will might be a mistake here and there, english is not my first language, i did use google translate for some part, also use an online high valyrian translator. any feedback, comment, like and reblog are the motivation for me to wrote next part of this series (if you wanted to), and also please if you have any idea to add into to this, that’s would be lovely too!! anyways i hope you enjoy my first ever series

DIVIDER by targaryen-dynasty

There was a calmness that filled the room, with only the gentle sound of breathing and the feeling of anticipation in the air. "The hour of the wolf" — that period when the night has not yet fully faded, but dawn has yet to arrive — is a time you rarely experience. Though there is a hint of fatigue, something within you waits for those first rays of light.

You sense the silence of the space around you, yet within, there is a strange liveliness, as though you are grasping a precious and fragile moment between the vague and the real. Gradually, you begin to notice the gentle light from outside creeping in, stirring you from the initial stillness.

Could today be a special day? Yes, it is indeed, King Viserys I Targaryen, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms name day

The hurried footsteps and the clatter of armor outside blend with the room’s tranquility, creating an interesting contrast. It seems the world outside is bustling and hurried with its tasks, while you remain in the calm and peaceful atmosphere of your bedchamber.

The soft fragrance of flowers and scented candles from the previous night still lingered, creating a soothing and comforting atmosphere. These scents seemed to evoke memories of a peaceful, long night, where you could let yourself sink into a deep sleep without the worries of the outside world other duties that come with being a Princess.

The bedroom retained its warmth and familiarity, like a small haven shielding you from the chaos and stress of life outside. In this moment, you felt a sense of safety and tranquility within your private space, before stepping out to face the world.

The gentle footsteps of Elin, your handmaiden, echoed faintly from outside the door — a sound you had grown so familiar with that you recognized it without needing to look. No matter what state you were in, her footsteps always brought a sense of reassurance and comfort. In this Keep, respect was expressed through small gestures, such as how Elin patiently knocked before entering, even knowing you might still be asleep. She understood every small detail of your life, from daily habits to personal preferences, ensuring that you always felt respected and properly cared for.

The sound of her footsteps and knocking served as the beginning of a new day, carrying with them the peace and care that Elin always provided. Your only true friend.

Elin entered with a concerned expression, her eyes showing a hint of confusion when she saw you were already awake. Her voice was gentle but filled with sincere care, “Princess, did I make too much noise and wake you?” Elin knew you were usually a deep sleeper, nearly impossible to rouse, but today was an exception.

She stood there holding the items for your morning routine — a soft towel, a bottle of scented water, and a few delicate vials of essential oils. Elin's face showed slight unease as she realized you had risen before dawn, something she had never witnessed. Nevertheless, her eyes still reflected the caution and readiness to serve.

You smiled gently at her, your gaze softening to ease her worries. “It’s fine, Elin, I simply wanted to wake up early today,” you replied with a calm yet authoritative tone. Slowly, you sat up, feeling each muscle stretch as you raised your arms to loosen your body. The gentle sensation spread through your limbs, bringing full alertness to your mind.

You stood, letting the faint morning light filter through the curtains and touch your skin. The sounds from outside continued, but now, you no longer paid them any mind. You stepped into a small private chamber separated by a wooden door, a space where you often found peace and privacy.

This room, though simple, was where you felt most at ease — a sanctuary for personal moments amidst the rush of palace life. Elin remained still behind you, patiently waiting, as always, ready to assist you with your morning preparations with unwavering dedication and loyalty.

Elin carefully helped you into a deep crimson gown, a garment of refined craftsmanship and elegance. Every stitch was made with meticulous attention, reflecting the dignity of House Targaryen. The gown was gently cinched at the waist, accentuating your figure, and the intricate patterns on the collar, bearing the Targaryen sigil, served as a reminder of the thick dragon's blood running through your veins.

Elin continued her familiar, deliberate movements, fastening a pair of ruby earrings to your ears — the deep red stones matching your gown perfectly. These earrings were more than just accessories; they were a meaningful gift from Rhaenyra, the sister you admired and loved dearly. You raised a hand to adjust the earrings, ensuring they sat perfectly in place.

This piece of jewelry had become an inseparable part of you, a symbol of loyalty and attachment. When you wore them, you not only felt protected by your family’s love but also imbued with strength, confidence, and the determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Elin finished her task, stepping back to admire her work. You stood there in the crimson gown, the ruby earrings sparkling like symbols of power and eternity.

You paused briefly, gazing at your reflection in the mirror, then called out, “Come in,” your voice just loud enough to carry through the door, summoning the person outside.

The door opened slowly and carefully. Someone entered with respect, creating no loud noises or disturbances in your peaceful space. The light from the hallway trickled into the room, but it could not overpower the serenity within.

Rhaenyra entered, her eyes lighting up with mild surprise at the sight of you already dressed. 

“Sister” she called, her voice carrying its familiar warmth, though she couldn’t hide her surprise.

“Nyra,” you responded with a soft smile, meeting her gaze directly. Both of you were well-acquainted with each other’s small jokes, and immediately, Rhaenyra burst into laughter, teasing you, 

“Oh, right on time! I thought you would still be struggling to get out of bed.” Her voice carried a hint of humor, as if she was intentionally trying to provoke a reaction from you.

You smiled, your eyes sparkling. "It's Father's birthday today, so I have to do something to surprise him… to make him proud," you replied with a tone that was both slightly excited and mature. Both of you understood that this wasn’t just any day; it was an occasion to honor and reinforce the bonds of your family.

In the early morning light, which now allowed you to clearly see Rhaenyra, you and your sister shared this intimate moment, filled with love and a deep connection between the two of you. The morning had not fully dawned yet, but you could sense that this day would be memorable, full of unexpected events, and, most importantly, marked by the presence of family love in every moment.

“Come, father and mother and others are waiting for us to break our fast together”

Rhaenyra smiled and extended her hand towards you, a familiar gesture since you were both children. You took her hand, feeling the warmth and comfort that she always brought. Despite your age, this vast Red Keep still felt like a labyrinth at times, and Rhaenyra’s presence always made you feel less lost.

The two of you walked together through the long, cold corridors of the Red Keep, where the early morning light had only just begun to filter through. As you approached the breakfast room of House Targaryen, you saw your father, King Viserys, seated regally at the head of the table. To his right was your mother, Aemma Arryn, her face gentle yet carrying the characteristic contemplative expression she always wore. Rhaenyra took her seat to his left, and you sat beside your mother, feeling the bond and tranquility of family in the air.

Alicent Hightower, daughter of Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King, sat beside Rhaenyra. Alicent always maintained a polite and reserved demeanor, though her presence within the Targaryen family created an unspoken distance that you could never quite overlook.

You approached King Viserys, looking into his kind eyes. “Good morrow, and Happy name day, father” you said softly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his weathered cheek, marked by age and the heavy burdens of kingship. His face brightened with a warm smile as he responded, 

“Thank you, my dear daughter.”

As you and Rhaenyra approached the table, Otto Hightower looked up, nodding in greeting with a deep, courteous tone, "Good morrow, Princesses." You returned the nod, maintaining your poised demeanor as a princess, “Morrow, Otto.” Your gaze quickly shifted to Alicent, who always wore a calm and pleasant expression.

Alicent offered you a soft smile, her face friendly but composed, a subtle gesture of polite acknowledgment. You responded with a gentle smile of your own, one that was both delicate yet sincere, showing respect and a sense of connection between the two of you. In this royal space, every gesture and glance carried layers of meaning far deeper than words, and you recognized that despite the complexities surrounding you, moments like this still managed to create a brief sense of peace.

The morning light gradually filled the room, and you could feel the harmony among the family members, at least during this breakfast. The exchanged smiles, though subtle, brought a warmth that momentarily alleviated the heavy responsibilities and power that came with being part of the Targaryen bloodline.

You smiled softly at your mother before taking your seat beside her. The breakfast proceeded in a warm, cozy atmosphere, the gentle clink of cutlery mingling with the light yet meaningful conversations. King Viserys and Otto Hightower discussed tonight’s grand feast — a significant event where all the Lords and Ladies from across the realm were invited to celebrate.

You quietly enjoyed your meal, listening to the conversation and savoring the rare moment of calm, even though you knew that for kings and nobles, such peace could vanish at any moment. Yet, for this morning, everything seemed to be in its rightful place.

After breaking your fast, you retreated to your favorite place: the library. This was the space you always sought whenever you wanted to escape the pressures of royal life, or simply when you desired solitude. Surrounding you were towering bookshelves, filled with countless precious volumes. You immersed yourself in the world of stories and knowledge, a sense of peace washing over you as you turned the pages.

You were halfway through reading one of your favorite books, allowing yourself to get lost in its captivating words. But then, the sound of commotion from the carriages outside reached your ears, breaking the quiet of the library. Cheers of excitement, particularly the enthusiastic voice of Alicent, echoed through the thick walls. Clearly, something exciting had just happened outside, but you found yourself uninterested.

Ignoring the noise, you tried to refocus on the book in your hands. The letters on the pages filled your mind, drawing you back into the story, as if offering you an escape from the stirrings of palace life. You were aware that there were many important matters happening outside, but in this moment, the world within the pages was all you needed.

The outdoor luncheon had been in full swing for some time, the air lively with laughter, conversation, and the pleasant clatter of utensils creating a cheerful and relaxed atmosphere. You stood with Rhaenyra, nibbling on a few delightful dishes and chatting, occasionally breaking into laughter that mingled with the festive ambiance. But in a brief moment, you noticed that Alicent was nowhere to be seen, which caused you a flicker of surprise.

Just as you began to wonder about her, Alicent appeared in the distance, approaching with a radiant smile on her face.

"Princess, allow me to introduce Ser Gwayne Hightower, my brother from Oldtown," Alicent said with pride evident in her voice. You looked beyond her and saw a tall young man with auburn hair and striking blue eyes. Ser Gwayne was clad in gleaming armor, the collar of his cloak bearing the sigil of House Hightower, a clear symbol of his family’s status.

"It is an honor to meet you, Princess," Ser Gwayne said with formal grace. He bowed slightly, lifting your hand and placing a gentle kiss upon it, a sign of his respect.

You smiled faintly, your voice soft yet firm, a clear reflection of your station, "The honor is mine." Without another word, you turned and walked away, your steps deliberately slow as you made your way towards the royal gardens — a place where you always found peace on bright, sunny days.

As you reached a quieter part of the garden, you suddenly heard your name called from behind. You paused, a hint of surprise in your eyes. Ser Gwayne's voice reached you, 

"Might I escort you for a while, or perhaps join you for a walk through the gardens?"

You turned back to find Ser Gwayne standing there, his eyes expectant. Patience was etched on his face, as though he would wait for as long as necessary for your response, fully respectful of your every move.

"If that is your wish, Ser," you replied, your tone distant yet polite. You resumed your walk, hearing the hurried steps of Ser Gwayne behind you as he tried to match your pace. In the stillness of the garden, you wondered what this knight from Oldtown might bring into the already intricate web of your life.

Ser Gwayne walked beside you in the garden, a slightly improper gesture since a knight is typically expected to follow a few steps behind a princess. However, you did not mind, as he posed no apparent threat to you. After a lengthy stroll, the two of you arrived at the area with the stone benches where you often rested. You sat down on the intricately carved bench, while Ser Gwayne stood nearby, his demeanor somewhat reserved.

Noticing this, you broke the silence 

"Ser Gwayne, you may sit with me," you said, lightly patting the empty space beside you, signaling for him to sit.

"Is that appropriate, Princess?" he asked, his tone tinged with concern. As a knight, Ser Gwayne was fully aware of the consequences of any misstep regarding you—it would be considered treason, a fate no one, especially he, wished to face.

"Of course," you replied, looking at him with a playful glint in your eye, "Your princess permits it." You smiled mischievously, as if to test his nervousness. Ser Gwayne responded with a slight smile before sitting down beside you.

The two of you gazed at the garden together, watching the flowers gently sway in the breeze. You shared with each other your personal interests, hobbies, small yet captivating stories. Time seemed to pass quickly, and by now, the sun had begun to set, signaling that the evening feast was near.

"I think it's time I return to my chambers to prepare for the feast," you said softly, smiling as you stood up. You bowed gracefully before turning to leave.

But before you could take a step, Ser Gwayne offered, "Then let me escort you," his voice still warm and courteous.

You gently shook your head in refusal, your tone light but firm “There is no need, Ser Gwayne”. You wished to avoid any rumors that might disturb your life or tarnish both your reputations. Smiling, you bid him farewell and turned to walk towards the stairs leading into the Red Keep, heading to your chambers to prepare for the grand feast tonight.

The friendship between you and Ser Gwayne began to blossom through the intimate and profound conversations you shared during his stay in King's Landing. Before meeting him, your life seemed to revolve around books and solitary strolls in the garden. But since Ser Gwayne’s arrival, he has filled those lonely voids, bringing new joy and happiness into your life.

Despite the age difference, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling deeper into your feelings for Ser Gwayne. The meetings and conversations with him made you realize that your heart had begun to stir, and that love was growing increasingly intense. Just at the age of ten and six

Ser Gwayne’s presence had transformed your life, bringing emotions you had never experienced before. Are you ready to face the challenges and difficulties that this relationship may bring, especially when Ser Gwayne must leave?

You had just dismounted your dragon, feeling the cool breeze as you touched the ground. After handing Matarys to the dragonkeeper, you began to walk inside the Red Keep. Not far in, you encountered Rhaenyra, the sister you always trusted. She approached you, her eyes showing a mix of concern and sadness.

“Since Ser Gwayne arrived, I’ve seen you much happier, dear sister” Rhaenyra began, her voice filled with genuine concern. It was clear she was worried that what she was about to say would bring you sadness.

You looked at her anxiously, your heart filled with emotion, and urged her, “Oh Nyra, just tell me already.”

Rhaenyra took a deep breath and then slowly said, “Ser Gwayne is preparing to return to Oldtown.”

Before your sister could say anything more, you felt your heart clench. You brushed past Rhaenyra, quickly making your way towards the door leading to the front courtyard. It didn’t take long to find him; with just a glance, you recognized the familiar figure of Ser Gwayne, who was preparing to depart.

You approached Ser Gwayne, gently placing your hand on his shoulder, feeling the firmness through his armor. Ser Gwayne turned his head, his eyes briefly showing surprise upon seeing you. But soon after, you could see a sadness in his eyes. Those eyes seemed to reflect his inner turmoil — not just about leaving his loved ones in Kings Landing, but also about parting from you, someone he had grown attached to.

The two of you stood there, your eyes meeting in a moment of silence. In his eyes, you recognized a deep sorrow, perhaps similar to what you were feeling in your heart. No one knew when you might meet again, and that only made this moment all the more difficult.

Ser Gwayne softly broke the silence, as if to lighten the heavy atmosphere, 

“Princess Y/n,” he addressed you, acknowledging your presence, before continuing, “Is there something I can do for you, Princess?”

You ignored his question, your emotions welling up, allowing you only to say, “Ser Gwayne… I did not expect you to leave so soon.” Your words were filled with uncertainty, but also a hint of shyness and hesitation.

Ser Gwayne looked directly at you, his expression softening. “I apologize, Princess, but I didn’t expect me to leave so soon either,” he said, his tone tinged with regret. He had turned fully towards you, facing you so he could see your face more clearly. Before you could respond, he continued, “But I promise you, Princess, that once I’m in Oldtown, I will write to you often.”

Ser Gwayne’s promise offered some comfort, but it couldn’t dispel the sadness in your heart. You could only nod and reply in a soft voice, “I will wait for your letters, Gwayne.”

Not wanting to prolong the farewell, you quickly turned and walked back inside the Red Keep. You knew that if you stayed longer, watching Ser Gwayne leave on horseback, you might not be able to bear the pain.

As you entered, Rhaenyra was waiting, wrapping you in her warm embrace. She gently stroked your silver-blonde hair and, with a soothing voice, reassured you, “Ziry jāhor māzigon arlī.” But at that moment, those comforting words couldn’t stop you from breaking down into tears. The sobs wracked your body, leaving you unable to speak, as you leaned into your sister’s arms, letting the pain slowly subside.

“He will come back” You whispers in your thought

[to be continue...]

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[rowretro]

SHE'S MEANT TO BE MINE

♡Warnings: angst, kissing, death, violent description with blood, royalty au, yandere riki, desi reader (or any race uw but she;s described as a desi girlie in the historical part), ponniyin selvan inspo. (I'll make a sunghoon ver which will be more suggestive)

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That face... that hair... that girl... she's all too familliar. It's her. she's reborn in the modern times. Riki was over the moon to see his darling still alive. Except there's one problem... She doesn't know him... she doesn't know what they had all those years ago. The woman bound to be her princess, the woman who died for their love, now reborn without a scratch on her...

The sound of anklets echoed through the empty greenery of the forest. The prince was drawn to this beautiful woman, he'd do anything to see her smile, to hold her in his arms as they sit under the moon talking about random things, he'd give anything just to kiss her. Him a vampire prince, had fallen for this orphaned, human girl. He watched as she danced oh so elegantly among other girls, her long black hair in a braid with a few baby hairs shielding her forehead.

How she carefully threaded the flowers for the sage when he had a pooja to do in the morning where many humans would come and share their concerns as they wish to be blessed. She was beautiful, and that little black pottu on her forehead just added to her beauty. She wasn't one who wore much jewelry, or expensive clothing, given she couldn't afford such luxury, but she looked luxorious with even the white, basic saree (yk like sara wore in ponniyin selvan).

It wasn't easy trying to convince her to fall for him, but she did. How couldn't she? a man so pure at heart, he was only a few months older and that lovestruck look in his eyes had her falling. "I don't like this..." she said, clearly feeling uncomfortable. "Just hold my hand where I'm holding it and pull back with me" he instructed. Hesitant, she did as told, now in his embrace as he helped her aim the arrow at the poor deer.

"Now let go with me" he instructed. She closed her eyes, and did as told. The deer stood in it's place unharmed, the arrow shooting up at the sky instead. She smiled turning to him, seeing he aimed elsewhere. "Even if the arrow and bow are always put together, they can never live together" he said placing a soft loving kiss on her forehead "So never worry when His majesty tries to marry me off... it'll never work. I'm reserved for you, it's been carved in the strongest of all rocks." he said reassuringly as she stared up at him.

"Are you sure I'm not holding you back?... you're a prince after all... what am I but a commoner... an orphan?... everyone will be against us being together... not even my parents wanted me..." she trailed off as he just hugged her. "Don't ever think that... you're the one for me, and my love is enough for you ok?" he reassured as she nodded. That very day, the sage spotted her on the white horse, the prince behind her smilling.

He caught the fruit that had fallen from the tree that he struck his arrow at. "It's perfectly ripe, let's have it" he said giddily, as Y/n opened it for them to share. "Do you... want a taste of what our future would be like?" he asked as she wonderred "why not" she shrugged, as he helped her up on the horse, the 2 riding in public, as the others gossipped and chatterred. Riki watched as she closed her eyes, looking down at the many people who were talking bad about her, and up at the sky that felt within reach. "You could grab the stars at night, how amazing would it be?" he asked as she chuckled, leaning her head into his welcoming chest, as he rested his chin on her head

That's when all went downhill... The sage catching the lovebirds. Since then she had been kicked out, pushed around and hurt by the public, The king ordering her to leave for good. The prince screamed her name, running around like a madman until he could find her. There she laid, her soft skin now violently pierced with a sword, the metal that reached all the way through coated red, her soft white saree now stained with her blood. Riki screamed with agony, cradling her cold body.

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He held the anklets, that are still as clean and silver as they were many years ago, the rock with their names carved in it remained. Even her name was Y/n. Quite different from the last time he saw her. He's a vampire, so he still looked the same, though he no longer had a mullet. Y/n had her black hair reaching slightly under her shoulders, layered, her nails sparkly. Though he noticed how she'd mostly wear white, and always wear a different bindi every now and then. She was beautiful, absolutely breath taking as the last time he saw her.

So he had to keep her. Y/n fell so easily into his trap, believing it was just luck, a handsome man around her age, attending the same Uni as her, before she knew it she moved in with him, in his rather old-timey large palace, he wore the vintage looking anklets he gave her as a valentine's day gift. He was just too sweet. She felt so comfortable and safe in his arms, as they sat under the moonlight on his balcony. "This high up, you can grab one of the stars if you wanted to" he'd say, earning an oh so familiar chuckle from her.

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A/n: I have a feeling im going to receive backlash for this ff but idk why yet-

not my best work but I hope u like it<3

[obsessivelysweet]

Our Lovely Scorched Sun

Part 1

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Hello! Long time no see lol. I have just been busy with work and life, honestly, but I got some inspo and motivation, so here I am with this post. I wanted to do a different take on the SAGAU, but instead of normal creator, what if we had a presence of an Eldritch horror? Just being near us hurts them or touching our skin burns them, ya know? Like that kind of route. Reader is FemReader! Also, this is gonna be multiple parts! Also, sorry for any errors! I tried my best, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Blood, gore, self h4rm, mental breakdowns, angst.

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You were their god, their salvation during dark times, their reason for living. When you finally descended into Teyvat, you were stunning, breathtaking even. A white flowly dress hugged your form as Teyvat softened your fall with flowers beneath you.

Your (h/c) falling around you like soft leaves, outlining your face. You were sleeping peacefully.

It was so serene.

You were beautiful even as they watched you softly fall.

Your followers were kneeling before you when you awoke from your slumber. Everything was hazy as your eyelashes fluttered open, the sun blazing onto your face, the gentle breeze softly pecking your cheek, and the soft whispers of people felt so surreal yet warm.

You looked around to see the characters you loved so dearly look at you with admiration, waiting for you to speak. It was truly a blessing to witness their creator finally here, with them, about to be worshiped by them.

However, this serene scene soon turned into cries of pain. Everything happened so fast. One moment, the characters you loved reaching to help you up, and the next moment, they recoil back screaming in agony as their skin blisters from something boiling hot.

It wasn't just their skin, either. It was their eyes as they looked upon you. It felt like they were staring into the sun, like daggers stabbing their eyes countless of time. Eyes tearing up from the intense pain, bloodshot even.

However, amongst the chaos, your followers still tried to comfort you as you began to panic as the scene got worse. They just wanted to help and make sure you were safe. However, even those followers got burned. Without thinking you got up and ran away, scared from what was happening, you didn't know if it was you causeing it or something else, but your mind said to run. Your followers screamed your name to come back, and even as they were screaming cries of pain, they still wanted their creator with them.

Months passed, and everyone learned how to live with their creator. You in the lavish palace they made for you, adorned with the most finest furnishings, colors, and flowers. You don't see any of the characters or be close to them at all. You have to stay in the palace, almost like a bird in a cage, alone. The only company you have is the sky and the breeze of the winds outside from your windows.

You gotten used to the quiet halls and the echoing audeince chamber. This was the only way for everyone to be safe.

You kept saying to yourself, "No more pain or screams from anyone."

When its time to eat, get new supplies, or get letters they wrote, a trusted follower will come inside your abode. The follower will put everything where its meant to be, while you are on the other side far from them, so your presnce doesnt effect them. This took a while to figure out, but if you're a good distance from them, they're safe.

Once you hear a bell ring, that's your cue that you can go back. This is how yall coexist, their creator safe and sound, and your followers are safe and sound. However, no one was truly happy in this situation. You were lonely, touch starved for human interaction, while your follwoers wanted to be closer to you, help you, be by your side..to fully worship you. It was years when you finally snapped, sick of being truly alone, you wanted to end it all. You were tired of just existing.

God, you were tired.

You started thrashing around your room, throwing plants, pillows, perfums, candles, anything really you can get your hands on. Suddenly, you hear a crash, and like a sign, you look towards the noise only to find your vanity mirror. It was broken, some pieces fell onto the marble floor, while the rest stayed in the mirror. Walking towards it, you saw your reflection, your e/c orbs looking back at you. The night gown you were wearing was a mess, hair in disarray, puffy eyes shown hours of crying. This is you, as pretty as you were, you were disgusted at yourself. And it didn't help that this reflection of you was broken. Jagged pieces showed yourself as broken. Which is how you felt truly at this moment. You were exhausted, angry, and humiliated at the face, looking back at you.

This body of yours was like posion to others, turning and twisting their faces into agnoy. That's when something inside of you erupted, sending your hands to your face. Tearing at your skin, you didn't feel any pain, too high on the aderaline to notice. Your nails dig deeper into your flesh, wishing this body, this flesh of yours didn't exist. Your once clean, beautiful nails were now coated in golden blood.

This was your fault.

If only you didn't have this body, you would be normal, be able to be with everyone. After what seemed like forever, the pain finally hit you, your raw flesh burned, golden hot liquid staining your gown, pooling at the ground. You gotten so deep that you saw bits of bone. You screamed in agony, trying not to touch your face, grabbing onto anything to squeeze your hands onto, to lessen the pain. While in this panic state, you saw your reflection one more time. This time, though, it was grotesque and feral. You looked non-human, almost like some kind of monster. Even though you saw the raw flesh, the bone, the veins, your mind told you this was your true form. The beauty you had earlier was an illusion, which made you sob from the realization. Soon, everything was turning hazy as your body began to shut down. It was all too much for you. With a loud thud, your body fell onto the same marble floor that was covered with your golden blood.

You awoke to the birds chirping outside, the soft morning light hitting your face to wake you. You slowly opened your eyes to see the marbled floor and the dry blood before you. In the same spot when you first fell, slowly getting up, you looked around to see the mess you made. Instinctively grabbing at your hair as pain surges from your head, the fall being to blame, you slowly pulled away to look around. You were still a bit hazy from sleep, so it was somewhat hard to focus on what's in front of you.

You were about to rub your eyes to wake up some more. However, you tensed up when you remembered about last night. Unfortunately, you realized too late, fearing for the buring sensation to come back, you closed your eyes to brace for the pain.

However, to your surprise, you didn't feel any burning or raw flesh in that matter either. Just your normal skin, like if none of what happened last night even transpired. It took you a second to snap out of your shock state to look at yourself in the mirror. Like a moth to a flame, you cling to the mirror, scanning your features from the jagged pieces.

You couldn't believe it.

There was no blood, no bone, no raw flesh being exposed.

It was fine.

You were fine.

You looked beautiful.

The only notion that something happened last night was the blood, the mess of the room, and the scars on your face. Like a reminder that you are stuck as you are, in this body, with this face, and with this flesh. Forever to be alone living like this.

Forever.

[javipispunk]

Bush of Rhododendron Flowers

Jackson! Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: In the language of flowers, the rhododendron symbolizes danger and to beware. Fitting plants for the meanest man in Jackson to have in his front yard. You wish you had listened to their warning, too late for that now.

Word count: 1.2k

Rating: Explicit. MDNI

Warnings: Joel and Ellie never go to Salt Lake, Allusions to smut, angst, Joel is mean and a liar and a little rough, manipulation by Joel and reader, self-loathing, self-sabotage, unrequited want, unhealthy attachment, one use of the word ‘darlin’, NO HAPPY ENDING

A/N: The second I saw @morallyinept May challenge I knew I had to write about Joel and Rhododendrons. The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh has lived in my mind rent free since I read it for the first time over a decade ago, so heavy inspo from that. Also the song Rhododendron by Bella White played a large role in the making of this fic. Highly recommend both! Divider by the ever lovely @saradika-graphics

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You sit on your front porch and stare holes into the pink flowers in Joel Miller’s yard that mock you. Spring has arrived and made itself a home in Jackson. Flowers are blooming and cover the landscape like flecks of paint on a canvas. The sun is bright and birdsong echoes in the crisp air, a soundtrack to the movie that plays over in your mind.

Beware, beware, beware, the rhododendron chants at you.

You think back to the first time you met Joel. It was mid-Winter and the earth was covered in a thick blanket of snow. You’d been walking down the street when you heard a bellowing yell. Everyone that was around turned their heads towards the man that had yelled Tommy Miller's name. You’d never seen him before and Lord was he a sight for sore eyes. His graying hair was a mess on the top of his head and his denim clad legs looked sturdy underneath him. If he wasn’t in the middle of a reunion with his brother you would have gone up to talk to him right then and there.

Your opportunity to talk to him came a few days later when you both walked out of your houses at the same time, he had recently moved in across from you. You’d heard rumors that he was gruff and brash, but that didn’t deter you, in fact it only made you want him more. Something about the chase and all that. He didn’t acknowledge you on this particular morning, not even a glance in your direction, so you mirrored his actions.

It happened a few more times, both of you turning onto the street at the same time before he finally accepted that he would be seeing you often. One day he cleared his throat loudly, causing you to turn your head towards him. He gave you a curt nod, you replied by looking him up and down and nodding back at him. A truce of some sort, still neither of you had spoken a word to each other.

/ / /

It continued on like that for a while until you went a few days without seeing him. You’d become weirdly attached to your ritual and his absence worried you, you would later come to find out he’d been injured pretty bad on patrol and was instructed to take it easy. The first time you saw him again after that you decided to finally talk to him.

When he gave his signature nod you spoke up. “Was beginning to wonder if you died or somethin’.”

He froze, obviously caught off guard by your disruption of the routine he had become comfortable with. Then he ran his fingers over his chin and really looked at you.

“Got pretty damn close.” He mumbled and started walking away. Usually he was a few paces ahead of you but with whatever injury he’d sustained he was walking slower than normal. This meant that you were now walking side by side, much to your amusement and his dismay.

“Care to enlighten me?”

“No.” was all he said, unsurprisingly. You chuckled and that was the end of that.

/ / /

It all came to head when you were sitting at the Tipsy Bison. It had been one of those days and you just needed some relief. Like every other time he saw you outside of your shared morning walk he pretended like you didn’t exist. You’d had enough of it and at this point it didn’t matter if you wanted to kiss him or not, he was just being plain annoying. So you walked up behind him and whispered in his ear.

“It’s not very neighborly for you to not say hi to me Joel Miller. I thought we had a nice little thing goin’ on with our walks there.” You didn’t wait for him to reply and swiftly walked away out the door into the cool night. Barely three steps out the door you felt a firm grip on your arm pulling you around the side of the building. Hook, line and sinker.

Joel grabbed your face in his large hand and made you look at him, square in the eye.

“Neighborly huh? I ‘ont think thats what your wantin’ outta me darlin’”

You winked at him and his lips were on yours in an instant. He was rough with you, biting and pulling your lips with his teeth, like a wolf devouring a deer. And just like a deer you were caught in the headlights, not sure which direction you should go. You let him take the lead, willingly pliant under his touch. It was too cold outside to take any items of clothing off so you stopped there and he walked you back to your house.

When you got back you could tell he wasn’t sure if you wanted him to follow you inside. You bit your lip and looked at him seductively, eyes hazy with lust.

“Well? You just gonna leave me out to dry like that?” you said. He hurriedly followed you inside and your clothes had been shed before the door was even fully closed.

/ / /

That was the beginning of the end really. Once you’d had a taste of Joel you needed more, you were insatiable. The more you sought him out the more withdrawn he became. It was on and off for nearly three months, secret rendezvous between weeks of avoidance. When he was with you he was so sweet, he took the time to clean you up and would whisper sweet nothings in your ear. But in the in between times you were insignificant to him. He even started leaving his house an hour early, just so he wouldn’t have to see you.

/ / /

You’d asked him about it on one of those rare occasions you found him in your bed.

“I’m sorry darlin’, just busy.”

You knew he wasn’t sorry and you knew he wasn’t more busy than he usually was. And he knew that you knew but that was the end of the questioning.

As Spring came, feelings changed. You were more irritable than ever with his back and forth. You couldn’t tell what was truth and what was a lie. One moment he was saying he wanted to settle down with you, the next he was saying he had rotten luck with that kind of stuff so he didn’t even wanna bother trying. There were lots of empty sorry’s passed between you two those last few weeks. You wanted it to end, but you never wanted him to leave.

/ / /

Right now as you sit on your porch, coffee long forgotten on the stoop next to you, you know it’s over for good. Just a little while ago you watched him walk out of his house with a pretty blonde woman. He gave her a kiss and a pat on the behind. Her giggle was like a blood curdling scream to your ears.

Your heart is sitting in a million little unfixable pieces at the bottom of your abdomen, the wreckage of a ship left to rot on the sea floor. You brought it upon yourself, you know that, holding onto someone that never really wanted to be there in the first place. How horrible to grieve someone who is still alive.

Beware, beware, beware, the bush of rhododendron flowers continues to stare back at you.

[archonadeptus]

Hi ^^ ok so I got a spark of inspo and I want to get this out before I forget, Genshin x Creator! Y/n (GN) angst thing. Idea is that Creator y/n has a nightmare where their body is almost not their own and they're forced to watch themself kill all of their beloveds, then go to pov the Genshin characters and they have to watch y/n thrashing around saying little "no.."'s and "stop.."s while the Genshin characters are trying to wake them up and stop their suffering, :insert something with ur incredible imagination:, and then they finally wake up with a gasp and tears falling down their face and they hug the nearest character (say like Tighnari or someone else you choose ❤️) and then they just sob their heart out saying "I'm sorry...." Over and over again until they get comforted, then they tell the Genshin characters (I'm leaving the character choosing to you) what the nightmare was abt and then at the end they breakout crying all over again, then one big group hug later y/n is happy (but still very sorry and regretful) and it goes to fluff cuz I can't handle having my heart shattered, with y/n being a bit more clingy. The end. And ofc you don't have to do this req but it was an idea that I got just after reading one on your other fics, anywho have a good day/night/whatever the heck and take care of yourself, imma go cry bc this idea already shattered my heart thinking abt it. 🙂

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I appreciate it so much~♡ I absolutely love this idea, I love Angst and comfort so much!! I truly hope that this is everything you were looking for. I hope I shatter all of your hearts and mend them again at the end with all of the fluff! Enjoy, lovelies.♡

Edit A/N: I got a little excited and carried away I'm so sorry it's so long omg.

Characters: Tighnari, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao, Zhongli

Warnings: A lot of Angst within the first section. Main character deaths (in the form of a dream), upsetting scenes, mention of a character ending their own life. A lot of comfort at the end!~ (The Angst is just a dream!)

Control.

Sitting upon your throne carefully crafted by only the most glorious chunks of cor lapis and most vibrant of flowers always felt a little too much for you. Yes, you had embraced being the creator long ago, but it still felt a little too much. The way everybody would bow to you, some even looking a little afraid. Why in Teyvat would any of your own creations fear you? Then again, why were you even in your throne room to begin with? This was reserved for occasions where your beloved acolytes had assured you that your presence specifically on the throne was important, you just had to address Teyvat from your rightful place. As far as you knew, there were no emergencies that needed tending to and nobody had told you to come here.

"Tell me, what makes you think I adore you all?" Who said that? Wait, that's your voice echoing off the marble walls. Why… Why do you sound so angry? Why is your voice void of any love? Silence fell upon the room, the pressure of the air seeming to thicken. "I do require a reply, that was in no way rhetorical." Your eyes narrowed, deep golden eyes glaring down at five of your acolytes beneath you, bowing lowly on the floor. You weren't controlling your own voice, nor were you controlling your own body. Why is this happening? They all look so afraid.

"M-my divine." Zhongli spoke first, daring to lift his amber hues to meet your own. "You created us. Everything is made with nothing but your own hands and abilities. Do you not love what you have created?-"

"Shut it, Morax." Your voice was so heavy in the air, the floors lightly rumbling with an ever-growing rage. "I did not ask for a rant, just a simple reply. And did I hear you questioning me?" You stood rather abruptly, Zhonglis eyes meeting the floor once again. You summoned a weapon made of nothing but pure golden swirls, you placed the tip beneath Zhonglis chin and lifted his gaze upward to meet yours again. "I simply detest you. My most loyal acolyte? What a lie." Kazuha seemed to slowly lift his gentle tear filled gaze up, his soft doe eyes meeting your own.

"B-beloved, he didn't mean it in the way you think. We truly adore you… But please…" The sword you now wielded left Zhongli causing his gaze to move away to the floor again, it now lifted up Kazuha's gaze to meet your own.

"Beloved?" You spat out, glaring down at him. "And you too dare to question my judgement?" He slowly shook his head, shutting his eyes tightly to try and will away his pretty tears threatening to spill down his dusted cheeks.

"I-im sorry, your grace." A smirk painted itself on your lips before you knelt down a little before him.

"Let me tell you a little secret, my dearest wandering samurai. You know your beloved Tomo?" His eyes immediately filled with love and pain at the mention of the fallens name. "I had so much fun controlling his fate, you know. His obsession with the Musou no Hitotachi was such a good plan. Do you know why I led your beloved to death?" He was trying to muffle his own sobs with his hands pressed against his mouth. You… You led Tomo to death? "Because I grew bored of him. I didn't want to play with him anymore. But my goodness, seeing you watch him die certainly was a treat. I mean, look at what it did for your character development!" Why were you telling lies? This wasn't you, why can't you stop yourself? "Do you want to know what he was saying before your arrival? He was begging me to spare him for longer, just so he could say goodbye to you. To ensure you were okay." You scoffed at this, "He didn't trust that you were safe with me." Kazuhas sobs now escaped his lips as his broken stare met your own. "Ah, but maybe he was correct. I'm bored of you too, Kaedehara Kazuha. Tell me now, how badly do you wish to see him again?"

"N-no please… T-this isn't you. S-stop, I beg of you, I'll do anything." Rolling your eyes you stood,

"Your begging no longer amuses me, Kazuha. Do you desire to see what Tomo saw upon his death? Let me show you…" Before he could even cry out his love for you and his apologies, you preformed the divine punishment upon him. Though this time, it was all golden. His body lay before you, your other acolytes whimpering at the sight.

"Now, Xiao my darling." He seemed the calmest of them all, his eternal suffering allowing him to mask his emotions easily. That now though was boring to you, you wanted to see him break. "You're nothing but loyal to me, right?" Your hand gently cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing against his skin in soothing circles. He nodded eagerly, eyes on your own.

"Yes, your grace."

"Would you do anything I ask of you, beloved?" Once again, another gentle nod as his faze softened at your touch.

"Yes, your grace."

"Good boy." With a smile, you gave him his Jade Spear again, standing with him. "Kill Morax."

"Y-your grace?" Zhonglis head snapped up at your words before gazing at Xiao with the Jade spear he once gifted him.

"You heard me, darling. Kill him, he's a traitor. Did you hear how he questioned me? Did you hear his lack of faith?" Xiao's hands gripped harder onto the spear before his eyes met Zhonglis again.

"Child, you must." He sighed, lowering his head. "It is what our creator desires. I deserve this punishment…" Xiao raised the spear as you smiled brightly, stepping back.

"Any last words, Rex Lapis?" Zhongli knelt on his knees, gazing up at Xiao.

"It was an honour to fight beside you, to raise you, and die by your hands my Adeptus. You are my strongest warrior, and you shall always shine like gold within my memories. Even during death." Xiao shook, eyes finally filling with tears. Did he… have to do this? Did he have to kill him… n-no. There must be another way for him. Immediately he lowered his spear and fell down to the ground before your throne once you sat back upon it.

"Your grace, please. Spare him, let me die in his place"

"Oh how boring. I would have thought you'd at least inflicted some damage. Not even offering Tighnari over there as a substitute? Or Wanderer? No?" Rolling your eyes you hummed. "Very well. Put on a show for me." Xiao simply nodded, Zhongli however stood and began to rush over to Xiao.

"No!" Golden chains soon shoved him to the ground. "You cannot make him do this! This is unjust, your grace." His eyes shone as he struggled against the ever strengthening chains.

"Unjust?" You smirked, "I see now that I sit before Rex Lapis and not Zhongli. Only the God of contracts would have the will of stone to dare question his creator." He growled lowly, golden markings forming upon his skin.

"Do not lay a hand upon him." You giggled, throwing your head back in glee against your throne.

"Me? Lay a hand upon him? No, no. I think you'll find yourself quite mistaken there, Morax. For he shall kill himself." Without another word needed from you, Xiao did just as you had said. He laid there before your throne, body weak as he whined and reached for you within his final moments. At this, you simply smacked his hand away and sighed. Zhongli was screaming with rage at this point, nothing but agony filling his body. Wanderer and Tighnari simply sat there and watched it all.

"H-how could you kill off your own acolytes like this?"

"Ah look who's finally decided to join this wonderful discussion of ours~ If another word leaves your lips, I too shall end you Tighnari. I'm not interested in you right now…" Your golden eyes drifted over to wanderer. "I'm interested in him."

You knew Wanderer was panicking, all of the memories about being abandoned, tortured and broken replaying in his head. You were watching his memories and his thoughts, they made the real you scream in upset. Surely all of this wasn't happening right now?

"My dear Wanderer." His doe eyes gazed at you longingly. Ah, so this wasn't Wanderer. This was your beloved Kunikuzushi, before you got bored and put him through suffering so all of his love and loyalty would belong to you. "My darling Kuni… You love me, don't you?"

"Y-yes my divine." You smiled brightly, moving over to him and removing his hat to pat his head.

"Good boy. How will you prove your love to me, Kuni?" He scrunched his eyebrows in thought, it was almost beyond adorable.

"However you see fit. You have all of me, my Divine." You smiled brightly before humming again.

"Then perish just for me? Just like Xiao?" He simply nodded almost like he was in a trance.

"Yes, my divine."

No. No. No. No! No!

"NO MORE!" Your eyes snapped open as you threw yourself up into a sitting position, out of it and seeming to be in a half awake dream state. You were pushing whoever was around you away, whilst simultaneously trying to pull them closer.

"What's going on? Your grace, wake up now." Wanderer sighed whilst trying to hold you still to prevent you from hurting yourself in your panic.

"Hey, hey!" Was that Wanderer? "Calm it down love… Wake up." You began to scream, the dream still feeling so real. Tears rapidly rolled down your face as firm hands gripped onto your shoulders. "Hey! Fox boy! Get here now!" In any other circumstance, if you were fully awake, you would have giggled at Wanderers words. But not now, not when you killed them all. Not when you forced Tighnari and Zhongli to witness such brutal deaths.

"Seriously?! 'Wake up now?' That's all you could think of saying? I tried that already!" He growled lowly as he struggled to keep you calm, your cries and screaming tearing at what heart he wished he had.

"Our divine can hear our voices, that will keep them grounded onto something and saying 'wake up' just proves to them they're in a dream." Tighnari snapped lightly whilst fumbling in his bag before pulling out an orb filled with plants. "Hold them still!"

"What does it look like I'm trying to do? I'm not just sitting here for my own amusement." He spoke harshly to others, but his lips moved by your ear as he whispered. "Shh, I've got you. Everythings alright now, I'm here, I've got you. Love… Come back to me." At his gentle tone, your screams lessened into light whimpers. This prompted Tighnari to place the orb beneath your nose, and once the sharp smell of several herbs filled your senses your eyes snapped open.

"KAZUHA!" You panted, starting to cry again hiding within Wanderers arms. "X-xiao! Wanderer- What have I done?!" Tighnari immediately moved the orb away, tucking it back into his bag as he cupped your cheeks so you looked at him. Wanderer was a little taken aback at the possessive feeling within him especially after hearing you call his name like that. He'd never seen you look so helpless, almost like the way he once was when he was known as Kunikuzushi. Tighnari offered you the most reassuring smile he could,

"Hey there my Lotus, we've got you now. You're here darling, you're away from that place." Your whimpers shattered his heart, yet due to calling his name you didn't see Xiao rapidly approaching.

"Get away from them! What happened?" He moved to push them away to check to ensure you were alright, but Wanderer just shoved him away with his leg as he continued to hold you.

"Watch yourself little Adeptus, don't take what isn't yours." Xiao opened his mouth to say something more before Zhongli cut them off once walking into the room.

"Do not upset our Divine any further, your rage is distressing them." Xiao gazed at your tear stained face, but once your shaky hand reached up to his cheek curiosity filled his mind from your words.

"You're alive…"

"Yes, I am alive." He responded quickly, confused as to why you were asking. His debt didn't affect him whilst you were there, why would he be dead? Your head turned to see Wanderer holding you safely in his arms.

"Wanderer… My Kuni - you're alive too." Your eyes trailed around the room to try and find Kazuha. Where was he? Did you actually kill him whilst that horrible nightmare possessed your body? "Kazuha. Where is Kazuha?" You immediately stood up despite shaking, it felt like your body was still gaining its rightful strength after your dream. As you heard once in a previous life, all dreams pass a realm of reality. You tried to move forward, only for Xiao to hold you safely as you fell a little. Zhongli placed his hand upon your back,

"Tighnari, please go and get the samurai. I believe this is the only way we can calm them." Tighnari nodded before giving you one last look before leaving to quickly go and find Kazuha. He was always wandering your serenitea pot lands at this time, he wouldn't be too hard to track down. They soon moved you back down to sit upon the sofa again trying to keep your attention on them and not on the nightmare.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." Your tone was filled with nothing but heartbreak, your tears rolling down your flushed cheeks once again. "I'm sorry, please forgive me. Please don't hate me, I don't think I can bear it." Your soft sobs and begging flickered panic within your acolytes' hearts. Their own creator was begging them… This felt so wrong.

A bang from the main door made you jump whilst the others summoned their weapons to protect you, Wanderer standing in front of you to shield you with himself.

"Your grace!" The sound of Kazuha's voice made you sob out in relief as you pushed past to bring him into your arms, fist clinging onto Xiao's clothes as you held him.

"You're alive. You're both alive - you're okay." Taking a shaky breath in between your sobs you continued to cry out apologies. "I'm sorry, I'm so truly sorry." Falling to your knees, the wandering samurai and adeptus followed your lead and dropped to their knees with you to bring you into their warm embrace.

"My beloved divine, I am here now. I'm so sorry I'm late, dearest. I won't leave your side now okay?" You nodded against his warmth, hiccuping as after a while your sobs slowed.

"I killed you. I killed you Kazuha, fed you dreadful lies then killed you." Taking a jagged breath inward, your eyes met Xiaos. "You ended your own life due to my words in return for me sparing Morax. I- … I then went to kill Wanderer the same way as Xiao before waking. I forced Tighnari to watch all of it, I was so horrid I couldn't control my own body. Please, forgive me." A cup of cold water was soon brought to your lips by Tighnari as both anemo users held you closer. Softly sniffling, you began to drink slowly before coughing a little.

"Gentle, your grace. Do not rush…" Xiao gazed at you sorrowfully before looking downwards.

"No, you do not need to be forgiven. I do. If I was here, I would have destroyed the dream before it dared to even look upon you."

"Xiao," Zhongli began, his hand upon Xiao's head with a gentle smile. "Not now. This wasn't your fault, nor was it our divines. Bad dreams happen, I've seen my fair share during my lifetime. Many were brutal from the archon war." He sighed lightly, placing his hand carefully upon your cheek trying to comfort you. "But you see, dearest, they are a manifestation of our worst thoughts. Something that you would never do turns into something so real. We are all okay now, my divine, we're all here." His touch grounded you even more as he slowly lifted your now fragile form up and into his arms before getting you comfortable back on the sofa. Wanderer was sitting beside you, hand fiddling with the divine material of your clothing. Your gentle voice was but a whisper, but it made him practically melt.

"Please, hold me?" You didn't have to ask twice. You were immediately against his chest, safe and warm. A warm hand upon your back making soothing circles. Sure, you couldn't feel any heartbeat to ground you, but he was trying by channelling power through his vision to slowly bring it to life to mimic a heartbeat.

"Your grace, you can tuck your hands into my tail. You seem chilly… And don't worry, that was a case of a night terror and sleep paralysis. I've got little herbs to ensure that won't happen to you again." He paused, smiling as you held onto his tail. A light giggle escaped your lips as Xiao moved over to dry your tears. "We know we're safe with you, just like you know you're safe with us."

"What're you looking at, grandpa? They're safe with me, they don't need any extra. Move aside." Wanderer smirked before sticking his tongue out at Zhongli causing the archon to sigh. Though he buried his head against your neck as you held onto him hiding into his warmth with only a gentle whisper to be shared between you both. "I'm not going anywhere, yeah? I won't abandon you, and you won't abandon me. I've got you, I'll keep you safe." He pressed a gentle fleeting kiss to your shoulder before Tighnari took the place beside you, his tail soon brushing against your hand.

"Such a thing won't happen again." Xiao stated a matter of factly, crossing his arms against his chest. He'd be keeping a closer eye on your dreams now, so do not fret.

"And even if it did…" Kazuha's voice soon joined in, leaning over the sofa to fiddle with your strands of hair. Oh how you melted his heart, creator. "We will forever be here to pull you out of the world of dreams. They shall never hold onto you forever, but we shall do so."

"I agree with Kazuha, your grace. Forgive our selfishness, but you cannot get rid of us so easily. We shall forever be here with you and we won't ever lose you. As, my beloved, you shine like gold to us and us alone."

You're safe with them now, and believe me when I say you don't leave their arms for a long while. They never complain about this of course as this is all they want. You.♡

You have the control, your grace. Nothing like that will ever occur unless you desire so.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hi can you write Hightower!Reader being married to someone else but seeing Daemon secretly?

Unsurprisingly, I took some inspo from some of Taylor’s songs. I mean, when do I not? Can you spot the references?

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Although you were wedded to Jason Lannister and had been given a house of stone – a goddamn castle –, someone else’s ivy grew on the lands of Casterly Rock.

Had Rhaenyra taken Jason for betrothed when he viewed for her hand, you would not be in that situation. The princess wasn’t entirely to blame. Your father, Otto Hightower, was the mastermind behind this political union – or, according to you, the responsible for the doom of your future.

If you would’ve had a say, you would have never married Lord Lannister.

He wasn’t an horrible man, per se. He had everything to please you physically – he was good looking, extremely tall and built like a stallion –, but he was arrogant like no one and only cared about his own sexual pleasure and release. To some, the latter wasn’t very important, but you couldn’t live a life with an unrelieving sex life.

Had you been a man, you would’ve turned to a pleasure house, but for a woman, these places were bad etiquette and betrayal to the husband.

So you resorted to another solution. One that would send your husband in a fury were he to find out. One that would be gossiped about in the whole realms.

‘’Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.’’ Daemon looked at you with hunger, his calloused hand groping one of your breasts while his other was firmly on your thigh, caressing and worshiping your body as you bounced on his thick cock, riding the cock that wasn’t your husband’s like there was no tomorrow. ‘’Your Lord husband is a fool to be so selfish.’’

These clandestine meetings had begun after the Prince’s return from the Stepstones. His shorter hair and the pride of winning a war when he had stepped into the Throne room had made your core tighten. At night, you had knocked on his chamber and what happened behind the closed doors was not a story for small children.

At the time, you had only been betrothed to Lord Lannister, but your attraction for the Rogue Prince went back to the Heir’s Tournament.

You had been sitting front row in the royal box with the Princess and your sister, Alicent, watching the knights jousting. After his first victory, Daemon had rode up to the royal box and asked to receive your favor. As you had slid the flower crown on and down his lance, your eyes had crossed his, marking the commencement of a long series of stolen stares and small flirting the following years.

While Daemon was fighting for the Stepstones, your father decided it was time for his other daughter to wed. You would have preferred to have a husband of your choosing, but plotting behind people’s backs was Otto Hightower’s favorite thing – next to his hunger for power. Why else would he have sent Alicent to the King’s chambers after Queen Aemma’s death? It was part of his plan to put her on the Throne.

You threw your head back in delight, moving your hips against his, feeling his pubic bone against your clit with every moment. ‘’Gods. Feels so good.’’ Your moans echoing through the stone walls of the private chamber at the pleasure house, yours only for the night.

A smug smile spread on the prince’s lips, another boost to his humongous ego. ‘’His cock doesn’t feel as good, does it? Only me fills you up this good.’’

You agreed wordlessly with a soft moan, Daemon’s words riling you up and making you go faster on his cock.

The last time you and Daemon had an intimate intercourse went back to Rhaenyra's wedding – moons ago. After a series of stolen stares, you and him had snuck away during the celebration and peeled the bare necessities in an empty chamber for a quick fuck, making up for all the bad sex your husband made you go through. Jason might be bodily built like a stallion, but Daemon was the stallion – your favorite stallion to ride.

His violet eyes trailed down, growling while watching himself disappearing inside you. ‘’Go on, darling. Ride my cock.’’

You kept going for a few more bounces, looking down upon his face through a bleary haze of your own pleasure. Gods, he was so beautiful from this angle, his silver hair falling messily on the mattress and sweat on his chiseled chest from the two previous rounds. His shoulders had scars from past battles, which you liked to kiss during moments of tenderness. Most men would’ve been spent by now, but Daemon had an everlasting stamina.

When you began slowing in pace, the Targaryen prince grabbed your ass with both his large hands, kneading the meaty flesh and giving it one hard smack before snapping his hips up, eliciting a series of mewls from you, showing you colors you couldn’t see with anyone else.

‘’Mmh, Daemon-’’

You felt a twisted feeling in your stomach, a sign of your oncoming orgasm.

If Jason were to know of your and Daemon’s secret arrangement, if he were to know who’s name you were moaning, he would take his head in a duel and, truthfully, you weren’t sure your husband would win.

Daemon felt you getting tighter around him, squeezing him and drowning his cock in your slick. “Are you gonna come?” He guided a finger to stroke your clit with expertise, making you throw your head back as your orgasm threatened to snap.

You came with a cry of your paramour’s name, wishing his violet eyes were the first thing you saw every mornings. 

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[the-little-moment]

Nice to meet you! 😊

Hi there! You can call me Lil. I'm in my early 30s and my pronouns are she/her. This blog is dedicated to Star Wars content, mostly Clone Wars/The Bad Batch.

About Me

I majored in traditional art in college and have recently started learning digital art as well.

I love anything to do with flowers, plants, and gardening.

I enjoy reading and writing poetry. A lot of the inspo for my art and writing comes from poetry.

I'm a painful perfectionist when it comes to my projects. 😬

I'm married to a huge Star Wars fan whose knowledge, esp. for EU/Legends stuff, far exceeds my own. He's the one who got me to watch The Clone Wars years ago when I said the animation was too ugly. 😅 (It still is in those early seasons; I'm sorry.)

I'd love to make friends on Tumblr, so always feel free to leave asks, comments, or message me.

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My art is all tagged as "#the little moment art".

The tag I use for my writing, which is also being added periodically to My Ao3, is "#the little moment writes".

I'm currently working on two main fics:

"Not Just the Carcass, But the Spark", which is an Echo fic,

Part One - Home

Part Two - Regrets

Part Three - Consequence

Part Four - Lost

Part Five - Dreams

Part Six - Heat

Part Seven - Free

Part Eight - Fragile

Part Nine - Hurt

Here's art for "Carcass" too: There's Never Been a Time

And

"Only What Burns You Back", which is an AU of "Carcass" that focuses on Crosshair.

Part One - Out From Under Our Feet

Part Two - Loss

Part Three - Changed

Part Four - Only Smoke

Part Five - The Sniper and the Surgeon

Part Six - Memories

Part Seven - Through the Heart

Part Eight - Choices

Part Nine - The Hardest Love

Part Ten - Missing

Part Eleven - The Search

Part Twelve - A Strange Peace

Part Thirteen - Second Chances

Part Fourteen - Rosemary

Both fics feature my OC, Senna, who is my profile pic. You can click "#dr divehdi" below to see everything related to her, including art.

Febuwhump 2024

Day 6: Broken Promises

Day 8: Love Sees Not with the Eyes

Angstpril 2024

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Other Works

Lunch with Clone Command (Senna meets with some of her friends from the first clone command class. It doesn't take long for things to turn ugly.)

The Quiet Part (An injury brings Crosshair back to Kamino, where he says more than he means to.)

A Small Visit (Four years after she was first hired as part of the Republic's secret cloning project on Kamino, Dr. Senna Divehdi is surprised by a late night visit from one of her favorite cadets.)

A Tender Memorial (Dr. Senna Divehdi, Chief Medical Officer of the GAR, reflects on her time with the clone soldiers of the Republic.)

In Another Life (Crosshair can't face his family after all they've been through, especially what happened to Tech on Eriadu. Even though his brother is now recovered from his injuries and living happily with his fiancée on Pabu, Crosshair's guilt forces him away from the others. In an attempt to maintain their life-long connection, Senna moves away from the rest of their family, knowing it's the only way she can still see Crosshair. This fic is an AU of "Carcass".)

The Dress (Echo has never had an opinion on flowers, never even really noticed them, until now.)

Braided Together (A collection of hair stories featuring OC Senna and the Bad Batch.)

The Embers at the End (Eleven years after the end of the Clone Wars, Sergeant Char, one of the last remaining Imperial clone troopers, is forced to trust a traitor when he and his brother have nowhere else to turn. This fic takes place in a possible future of "Not Just the Carcass, but the Spark".)

[yunzzzcludd]

caged ˏˋ°•

woosan(ft woohwa)

ੈ✩‧₊“I was born to love you, to love you with all my heart”

Pairing: angel!san x angel!wooyoung (ft demon!seonghwa)

genre: angst

side note: woohwa as a side ship,blood,sharp objects, contains killing, don’t expect a happy ending lol, idk if I missed smth.

A/N: Hiii it’s yun. My first ever oneshot is posted yayy. It was in my drafts for a while and I took inspo from a YouTube I watched idk hehet, yeah I guess that’s it. I will post more in the future but hope you’ll enjoy this! I enjoy writing bxb more butttt I’ll try writing readerxmember soon! Anyways hope you all have a great day <3 (and I wrote this at like 2am soooo I’m sorry for any grammatical errors :,(

“Till death do us apart”

the world of heavens took a downturn indeed. When demon Seonghwa came destroying that palace. Just to find one specific angel. Jung Wooyoung, he has been in love with him, or obsessed, to the fact that he captured him and trapped him into the midst of darkness. Inside a small cage, no one. Keeping Wooyoung to himself.

———————————————————————-

This day when the demon decided to surprise his “lover” with a bouquets of flowers, roses, hibiscus, sunflowers, all of Wooyoung’s favourites wrapped into a sweet bundle. Thinking that the angel would finally accept to be his. He flew off to the depths of hell.

In the dark, cold atmosphere, Wooyoung sat in his lonely cage, the silver bars reflected his face. The once beautiful and warm angel now turned into an emotionless, cold one. As if he’s never moved from his position, he didn’t even bother to look when Seonghwa’s footsteps slowly approached.

“wooyoung! I brought you flowers!”

Hell if he was going to accept them, Wooyoung thought.

“Leave me alone.”

“But those are your favourite!” The demon retorted. Wooyoung finally snapped his head towards Seonghwa’s direction. Face pale and angry.

“Do you understand? I’ll never love you! NEVER!” with a flick of his hand, Wooyoung slapped the bouquet away, leaving it flying across the room. The rosy petals started to withered. Like the colour of Wooyoung’s face.

Seonghwa stared at the scattered flowers, stunned by Wooyoung’s sudden outburst.

“You can’t just do that! I picked those by heart! Why can’t you just accept it?!” Seonghwa raised his voice, his booming voice echoing the room.

Wooyoung’s went silent. He knew he messed up, the demon is pissed. So pissed.

Seonghwa stood up, looking down at Wooyoung’s figure in the cage. His face darkens. “we’ll see about that.” With a snap of his finger, a loud thud was heard.

Wooyoung glanced, eyes widening and he saw the scene.

A boy with broken wings, bloodied and bruised. His black hair falling slightly, covering his eyes, hands bond behind his back.

It was no other than San.

Wooyoung’s love.

“SAN..!” Wooyoung yelled, clutching around the cold cage bars. He was trying to reach for him. He needed to hold him, be with him.

Seonghwa smirked at the sight, then held a sharp pendant in his hand. It was like a small knife-the hell’s gift. He showed it to Wooyoung, eyes flickered with hope.

“If you promise to be mine. He’ll be free.”

Wooyoung hesitated, he wanted San to be safe. But what about him? Will he ever see San again? Is his love life really over? His freedom? Everything?

Wooyoung was about to take the pendant when San’s raspy voice was heard.

“NO! No..Woo please-“

Wooyoung ached at San’s vulnerable state. He hated that he couldn’t protect him. He hated that he couldn’t be by his side when he most needed him.

The angel gathered his breath. Looking up at Seonghwa was cold determined eyes.

“I refuse, not in a millions times, will I ever promise to be with you.”

The angel really pushed his buttons, Seonghwa was enraged, throwing the pendant on the floor, splitting it into pieces.

“You dont know how much i can treat you better than him! You ungrateful brat!” Seonghwa spat.

On the other hand, San gave a weak smile, looking at Wooyoung.

“You’ll find someone better my love.”

“NO! SAN! I want to be with you! No one, only you.”

“Please be happy okay? Move on and do what you love. I’ll always be here. So don’t worry?”

Wooyoung chocked on his own tears, he can’t actually stop them.

“You idiot. You better promise that- you..promised to bring me to the white castle-“

San let out a weak chuckle.

“I did didn’t I? Believe me. I’ll bring you there.”

Wooyoung tears were uncontrollably falling. He tried wiping it away. But it wouldn’t stop.

“Till death do us apart Woo- I love you so so much”

“I love-“ San’s voice was cut off, he collapsed on the ground, blood soaking the floor, just under the dead angel’s cold lifeless body.

“San?…San wake up..this is not funny wake up! CHOI SAN!!”

Wooyoung banged hard on the bars, trying to break free, wanted to hug San’s body. He lost everything. Even the love of his life. Now he’s all alone again. Back in the dark void.

Seonghwa just watched the scene with a satisfied smile.

“No one can stop us now-“

Wooyoung glared at Seonghwa, a glare full of shattered, anger and hurt.

“You..took everything from me..everything. I hate you.”

Wooyoung snatched the pendant from the floor.

“Wooyoung what the hell are you doing?!” Seonghwa panicked.

“Till death do us apart.”

Wooyoung said before blood splattered across Seonghwa’s face. Looking down to see two angel corpses lying on the cold floor.

Wooyoung’s final tears spilled out, leaving a small smile on his face when his gazed landed on San.

“I’ll find you in my next life, my love”

[moonlight-prose]

THROUGH THE VALLEY

➝ A HURT INTERLUDE

a/n: i was unable to let this idea go. i was scouring through the prompt lists i have saved to use and i stumbled across these lines. it's nothing long, just a small interlude into another conversation between joel and reader, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless. y'all are welcome to ask about this fic if you want! i am full of inspo cause of this show.

from this prompt list:

"if you don’t fight, you die." "i’m beyond saving at this point." "why don’t we just stay here? live out the rest of our lives?"

summary: hiding in an abandoned house for the night brought back memories of your past.

word count: 2.7k+

pairing: joel x f!reader

warnings: not explicit but still 18+, angst, tw dead bodies, the makings of a friendship, joel doing his best, shitty food, shitty sleeping conditions, death, grief, ptsd.

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Trees lined the border of the property, the leaves now growing back in small buds in the spring air. You could smell it. The sweetness of its sap, the light airy floral scent of wildflowers in what you assumed used to be a beautiful front yard. They had a garden at one point—the rotting wood of a flower bed still sticking up from the overgrown grass—and you couldn’t figure out why that realization made you smile.

As if the lives of the people who came before prevailed through their small actions—their way of making a mark on the world. You couldn’t see through the boarded up windows, but you knew that there must be something to keep you and Joel alive. If not shitty food that most likely had gone bad, then possibly another warm bed to sleep in until the morning sun came again. While you wouldn’t say daytime was a safer option to be walking around the empty towns and neighborhoods—it certainly helped.

“The door’s barred,” Joel muttered, kicking the wood with his foot to check if it was just as strong as he believed.

“Fuck,” you huffed.

With the spring air came the oncoming muggy heat of summer. The closer you got to Boston, the worse the weather became. You felt sweat trickle down the back of your neck, seeping into your already stick shirt. Neither of you could afford to lose the clothes you currently wore. Which meant you simply had to endure the disgusting weather, hoping to come across a cold stream or river you could bathe in along the way.

“I could get through one of the widows,” you offered. Breaking wood off a window would be far easier than dealing with the door.

You had half a mind to turn back and head in a different direction, but you were exhausted having escaped a group of stalkers with your life. It seemed that wherever you turned, the both of you attracted trouble. At this point you were ready to give up and call it here; say goodbye to him and wish him well. But in the weeks you’d been traveling with him, you had made the mistake and grown attached. Anyone would after spending so much time with only one person.

Joel protected you from the depravity of the infected, from the darkness inside of yourself. As much as you didn’t think he realized it—you did the same for him. You liked to believe you were friends, but the word allies was probably what he considered you to be.

Without any further prompting, he walked up the left side of the house and picked up a large rock. He threw it, stepping back as the glass shattered onto the grass down below. The sound was loud, echoing off the row of houses, but you figured if you got inside and stayed silent, you could avoid another run in. At least until you were ready to move on once more. Leaving another safe house behind for something bigger.

The wood had rotted due to water damage, falling apart with ease as Joel threw another rock. Eventually, a space large enough for you to crawl through opened up and he was telling you to prop your leg on his knee. With enough strength as you could muster, you swung yourself into the window, landing on the ground with a sharp thud. Causing an ache to spread through your left leg, the limb already bruised from your recent stunt of leaping over a car hood.

“See anything?” Joel called from outside.

“Ow shit,” you muttered, getting to your feet and switching on the flashlight you found at an old safe house a state away.

Dust particles formed in the beam of light, hindering your view slightly, but from what you could tell the people in this house had boarded themselves up inside of it. You knew people who thought that trapping themselves away would save them from the infection. Except it always found a way. Hiding only allowed a person to live for so long. Eventually…the inevitable would catch up and take what they held most dear to them—their life.

“It looks clear!” you shouted, slowly surveying the different bedrooms in case you had missed something important.

There was a bed in each room of the two rooms, mold growing up the walls in what you guessed to be a kids room, and something else entirely stretching along the floors. It wasn’t until you got to the closet, did you find out what exactly it was. As you suspected, a cooked infected was curled up in the corner, fungus spreading along the walls and stopping at a certain point. To you, it looked like a woman—her hand splayed across a box with a person’s handwriting all over it.

“Boston?” Joel called, his footsteps growing louder as he walked down the hallway. “C’mon tell me you’re alive in here.”

“I’m alive,” you replied, although your voice sounded different. Empty.

Just with one look at her, you understood what happened—why she ended up where she had. This wasn’t the body of an infected. No, it was just a woman, curling up with the last piece of her family she had left. She looked a little older than you when the outbreak first happened—probably in her early twenties—and you could still see the life that must have practically glowed from her. Yet another life destroyed by this fucking virus.

“She died human,” you said, feeling your chest ache with memories of your mother, your family that was no more. Even though she didn’t allow herself to turn, the virus still took her—claiming her as its own in the end.

That thought was too horrific to think about. So, you pushed it out of your mind for the time being. As much as you feared the virus, you feared not being able to fight against it in death a whole lot more. You knew the fungus grew underground, digging into the Earth’s crust and creating life that didn’t belong.

Joel stood silent beside you. His eyes focused not on the woman, but on you. Watching while you relived your grief one more time—the pain spreading from your chest down to the very tips of your fingers. Your mouth felt dry, the threat of tears still there, but never one you believed would come on its own. It had been a long time since your body allowed itself to cry.

Over time, the emotions got stuck in your heart, embedding themselves just a bit deeper the longer you were still alive. The more you survived—endured—the more you lost the ability to control them. Let alone the capacity to understand what was what. Suddenly joy became anguish, pleasure turned quickly into pain, and grief was the only thing that remained.

You were a walking corpse. Just waiting for your final chapter to come to a close.

“I’ll check the kitchen,” you muttered, tearing yourself away from the spot you were rooted to.

Even your footsteps sounded dead—mimicking the way the numbness continued to spread like a virus through your entire body. Tearing you to pieces one more time; reminding you of what you lost. What you could never get back.

“Any food?” he asked, thankfully moving on from your moment of grieving a woman you didn’t know in a house you’d never see again.

The cabinets opened with a creak, showing nothing but moldy remains of food that was past the point of disintegrating. You knew the chances of finding a meal were slim. Yet the reality of it slammed into you all at once—reminding you of the shit Joel and you went through to get here. To find another place that was already picked clean by others or left to rot—left to the hands of nature.

You exhaled slowly, trying to keep yourself from losing it entirely. “I’m tired of fighting,” you said more to yourself than him, but you knew he heard.

He stepped closer, as if unsure of what to do. “If you don’t fight. You die.”

Scoffing, you slammed the kitchen cabinet and headed to the dusty old couch. “Tell me how that’s better Joel?”

He paused. “It’s not better.”

“I know we have to keep going. I didn’t go through all that shit not to survive, but…sometimes it doesn’t feel worth it.” You were feeling sorry for yourself when you shouldn’t—unable to stop the flurry of emotions that ate at you from the inside out.

You knew that Joel probably went through worse than you in his life, but your memories were playing on a loop in your head. The understanding that your life fell apart in a span of days, even minutes the second you entered your old home, now returning. Simply seeing the woman in the closet shoved everything you’d been fighting to keep at bay, to the forefront of your mind. Forcing you to endure it all over again.

Taking in a breath, you tried to stave off the pain, tried to force the grief back into the far crevices of your mind. “I miss them,” you breathed, staring at your hands, in the hopes that tracing the lines of your palms would bring you back to life.

Joel sat beside you, a muffled groan reverberating from his chest as he finally let his limbs relax into the crappy piece of furniture. He didn’t ask you to continue, didn’t ask you any questions. None of that mattered. All you cared about was that he understood. He knew the pain—probably better than you—knew how to fight against it day in and day out. The grief, the memories, they were his reality just as they were yours, and for a moment you forgot.

You forgot about your past, the impending doom of your future. You were just you again, because Joel took you as you were. Scars and all.

Sighing, you stared at the small living room. At the broken television that sat on a table, pressed up against the wall. You took in all that came before, the beauty of its emptiness, and relished in it. This house wasn’t perfect (far from it) but it had been a home before. They were all homes. You wondered if it could be a home again and perhaps you would be the one to make it so.

The silence of the outside world filled the hollow spaces in between, covering you and Joel like a blanket. He didn’t know how to comfort someone anymore; the ability lost to his past. But to you, this was all you needed. Someone who knew enough about your pain to sit in silence with, until the memories finally came to an end, and you felt like a person again. Laying your head on his shoulder, you let out a shaky breath as time passed—giving you the choice to either keep fighting, or remain there to rot with the rest of the house.

“Why don’t we just stay here?” you asked, staring at the small patch of sunlight on the floor. “Live out the rest of our lives?”

If you had looked up, you would have caught his lips pulling up into a grin that was barely there. “What would we do?”

You shrugged, exhaling as you allowed your eyes to slip closed. “Save ourselves,” you joked.

“I’m beyond saving at this point, Boston.” His head leaned against the back of the couch, his eyes closed as he rested until it was time to move on. Realistically the both of you could sleep here for the night, but he saw the way you reacted in the bedroom. The familiar haunted look in your eyes that matched his perfectly.

“No you’re not,” you whispered, hand moving to rest over his that rested on his leg. “You’re just like me Joel.”

Without hesitation, he gripped your hand in his, clasping his fingers around your palm—encasing your cold skin in his warmth. “How so?”

“We’re both too stubborn for our own good. If you were beyond saving, you would have given up fighting a long time ago.”

Clutching your hand tighter, he tried to ignore the way your words struck him directly in his chest. They penetrated his heart that had given up the night he held his daughter in his arms—broke through the armor he wore to keep himself safe. You were right. He would have given up fighting, and at times he contemplated whether he should. But the streak of a fighter ran deep in his body, embedded in his DNA from day one.

Joel didn’t like that you could see him. That every time he looked at you, he saw himself like a damn reflection in a mirror. But he found that no matter how hard he tried…he couldn’t look away. He saw the broken pieces he thought he lost inside of you—and there you were, offering them up without even realizing it.

Letting out a breath, he felt a shudder run down his spine as your breathing grew deeper. It didn’t take much for you to fall asleep, and rather than shake you awake to keep going, Joel let you stay. Pressed up against his side, your hand still in his. Without thinking, he turned his face, allowing his lips to brush against your forehead in a soft kiss.

If he was the man from ten years ago, he’d have allowed himself to fall in love with you. He would have taken you out, given you everything he once wanted out of a relationship, and eventually…he’d ask you to be his. But Joel was no longer that man. He couldn’t even recognize that person in his memories.

Staring down at your hand, he brushed his thumb along your palm, feeling the same skin he wondered about the first time he found you. Were you as soft as you looked? Would your hands heal him if you were finally to give him the craving of touch he’d gone without for so long?

Joel killed the soft parts of himself years ago. He called it survival. But your touch somehow brought it back to life.

Your touch brought him back to life.

Mumbling, you turned away from him slightly, and he shifted, helping you lay down on the couch. He could give you a few hours of sleep before the both of you had to continue, and if he was being honest with himself, he could use the extra time to rest as well. His back was still killing him from the previous stunt of running from those fucking infected days ago. Getting up, he stifled the groan of discomfort he felt so as not to wake you up.

He grabbed his flashlight, already knowing that the kitchen was empty of anything either of you could eat. But he was taking a page out of your book and looking through a house that had once been called a home. He entered what he assumed was the master bedroom; the walls were mangled, mold practically growing up from the floorboards. Joel nearly moved on entirely, but then he saw it. The small brown box that sat on a vanity with a broken mirror.

Carefully, he lifted the lid, expecting to find dead bugs inside. Only to see a small gold necklace placed in the center. It was the first time he had seen a piece of jewelry since the outbreak first began; people usually opted to leave things like this behind if they traveled elsewhere. He picked it up, seeing the small teardrop shaped green jewel in the center glint beneath the light of his flashlight. If it survived this long then it must mean it was the real thing.

Without thinking twice about it, he stuffed it in his front shirt pocket—leaving the room to see you still curled up on the couch. He felt his heart twist at the sight. Although he’d probably never find it in himself to say it out loud. He thought you were beautiful.

Laying his larger leather jacket over you, he sat in the extra old chair beside the couch—content to get a few hours in himself. Eventually morning would come, time would go on, and you would have to forget the girl from before, settling back into the woman you were now. You’d have to say goodbye to the small imaginings you’d formed in your head, and continue traveling through the valley of despair.

[stars-n-spice]

A home with the door always open. Never not filled with delicious smells and lively music. Couches covered in cat fur. Scraped knees and dirt under fingernails. Toys on the floor. Paintings on the walls. A pile of stuffed animals and disassembled explosives. Animated dinner talks and native tongues. Endless pranks. The rumble of laughter. That feeling of trust, of learning to love and be loved again in return. That feeling of knowing you are not alone in your struggles and can share the weight of your burdens with others who love you.

Introducing the Nultezes!

Feel free to ask any questions about the family! :D

Links to the others and their families are here:

Hunter + Jung's Family // Echo + Viram's Family // Tech + Phee's Family // Crosshair + Tay's Family

Additional Information Under the Cut:

Wrecker & Khea:

- Put a Mandalorian and a clone together and you're going to have a big family with a lot of kiddos and furbabies - They practically have a little farm at their place with all their animals and the garden that their kids tend to, though on the side Khea continues to run a repair business and she and Wrecker help fix things up around Pabu - Wrecker takes up fishing and baking as hobbies while Khea sticks to her roots as a tinker and stays as far away from the water as possible (she can't swim) - Their doors are always open to anyone and everyone, with something always cooking or baking and music playing in their house, making it a hot spot on Pabu for its welcoming environment - May or may not add an additional OC (who was set up to be Khea's BFF with benefits) to make them a throuple because polyamorous Wrecker my beloved <3 - but I don't have a design for him at this moment, so we'll see

Stak:

- Was the first of the cadets to be adopted, Khea saw a kid in need of a family and was like, "is anyone going to adopt this Foundling? No? Okay, I will." - He's been raised as a Foundling alongside Itri, so over time he's acquired his own beskar'gam which he lets his younger sisters paint every time he's back at home (he is also quite often a test subject in their little experiments and games) - Like the older cousins in the family, Stak also helps out with the Rebellion as a skilled slicer and a pilot (skills he's learned form Tech and Khea) and he may or may not have met someone while working for the Rebellion - The scar on the side of his face was a result of him losing his footing while trying to get into a boat and subsequently hitting his face against the hull, scraping it up and falling into the water - he never tells this story and instead makes something new and dramatic up every time someone asks about it - Also pretty close with his Uncle Hunter (has learned a thing or two from him in terms of combat) and really admires his Aunt Phee

Itri:

- Khea found Itri as a toddler on her journey to reunite with her estranged older brother (that she nearly killed after he got their younger brother killed, long story-) and decided to adopt her as a Foundling - Was the flower girl at Wrecker and Khea's wedding - She has a faint connection to the Force that Jung has tried to help her with, but Itri is very much a Mandalorian since she was raised as one and has no desire to pursue much with the Force - She really, really wants to join the Rebellion and help her older brother and cousins out but Khea is having a hard time letting her go, claiming Itri is still too young - Is pretty close to Echo and Viram and will often go to them for advice or to see where she might be able to help the Rebellion out despite what her parents think and she also highly admires and respects Omega, seeing her as an older sister figure - Character Inspo: Kristofferson (Fantastic Mr. Fox), Ash Graven (Final Space), Blake Belladonna (RWBY) Leonardo (TMNT 2012)

Marama:

- The older twin by 32 minutes, Marama is a bright kid who takes after Khea and loves to tinker and create - Also enjoys gardening on the side and takes care of the little farm that they have on their property with the help of her twin and their cousin, Mox - Has a plushie collection that has accumulated over the years, starting with Lula (that was regifted by Itri who'd gotten it from Wrecker) and includes stuffed animals Tech and Phee had brought back and plushies Crosshair has made for her - Her hair is naturally poofy (the humidity of Pabu doesn't make it any better) but unlike her twin, she leaves it as is - Loves to spend time with her Uncle Tech, with whom she's learned a lot from and has gotten a lot of gifts from (including a lot of tools) and she's close with both Omega and Vela - Character Inspo: Meriadoc Brandybuck (LOTR), Aviva Corcovado (Wild Kratts), Kiki (Kiki's Delivery Service)

Maia:

- The younger twin by 32 minutes, Maia has an affinity for demolitions and stirring up trouble, taking after Wrecker - Wears hearing aids to help combat with sensory issues and because her eardrums got blown out during an incident she had when she was younger - She's an abstract artist who loves painting her older sibling's beskar'gam and really any kind of canvas she can get her hands on - Has developed her own little "water bombs" that she hides under her poncho (they look like thermal detonators) - Loves, loves, loves her Uncle Crosshair and Tay, she's always trying to climb Tay and loves to play pranks on Crosshair - she's also really good friends with Akona and they delight in messing with Crosshair and Tay - Character Inspo: Little Cato (Final Space), Ed (Cowboy Bebop), Nikki (Camp Camp)

Elio:

- The baby brother of the family and he is constantly reminded of this fact by everyone but wishes that they'd see him as the totally grown-up boy he is (though he does secretly enjoy the privilege of being the youngest) - The main reason why the family has so many tooka cats and the like because he seems to be able to "talk" to them to the point where he's essentially a Disney Princess - He's a little closer to his Dad than he is with his Buir because Khea had bad postpartum depression after his birth and a difficult time with him as he got older since he reminded her too much about the younger brother that she lost; but she's trying now and they're slowly rebuilding a relationship - He knows the most Mando'a than his siblings because it's a way for him to better connect with his Buir and because he does enjoy learning about other languages - Is a big fan of his Aunt Viram since she's a baker as well and gives him good tips and guidance and he's really close to Zisanu since they're alike in personality and the two of them plus Rangi have formed a little "club" centered around being the younger brothers of their families - Character Inspo: Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit/LOTR), Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls), Peter Parker (Tom Holland's Version)

💫 Silly Squad Masterlist 💫 All Families SecGen Initial Post 💫 All Families SecGen Second Post

[clementine-side-blog]

Summer Cramps - T.K

Summary: Klitz comforts y/n when she starts her period.

Content Warning: Explicit language, AFAB!Reader, she/her pronouns, periods, fluff, and Klitz being a caring boyfriend.

Word Count: 2.9k

Songs For Inspo:

Island In The Sun - Weezer

Darlin' - The Beach Boys

Too Sweet - Hozier

Choking On Flowers - Fox Academy

"Use it, baby. I don't really like that shirt anyways."

Y/n looked out of the window, eyes flickering back and forth as she watched the trees whizz by. She began to feel a little dizzy, so she averted her gaze. Blinking harshly, she rubbed her eyes with balled fists before looking to her left. Klitz, her boyfriend, sat in the driver seat. His hands were planted firmly on the wheel as he turned a corner, flipping his blinker on. The clicking sound echoed in y/n's ears, almost like a metronome, before it turned off a few seconds later.

It was a warm summer day, in the month of June to be specific. The couple had spent the majority of the morning at a park. They had a little picnic as a date and it was a great way to start the day off. Nothing else was planned, but they were currently driving back to Klitz's apartment. Y/n had moved in with him just a few months ago. It was a big step in the relationship, but they had been dating since their sophomore year in high school. They were comfortable with each other.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" Klitz asked, chuckling softly.

Y/n snapped out of her thoughts, realizing that she had been staring. Her cheeks heated up, a little embarrassed that she was caught. The stoplight ahead turned red and Klitz slowed down to a stop. He glanced at y/n out of the corner of his eye, waiting for her to respond.

"Just thinking."

He raised an eyebrow at the vague answer. That could mean a variety of things. It was an answer, sure, but not a good one. When the light turned green, he began to drive once again. His eyes were focused on the road.

"About?" He questioned.

Y/n gave a soft smile to her boyfriend. She looked like she was in a trance. Her eyes were glazed over and it created an almost sleepy look. Reaching over, y/n playfully patted Klitz on his right knee.

"Just how much I love you."

Her words made his heart race in his chest. His stomach filled with butterflies that fluttered frantically inside of him. No matter how many times y/n said it, it would always make him blush. His cheeks tinted pink, and he removed one hand from the steering wheel to place on top of her hand that was on his knee. His thumb brushed over her knuckles back and forth.

"I love you too, baby."

Y/n giggled and looked back towards the street. Music played softly from the radio. She couldn't tell what song it was exactly, since it was pretty quiet, but she was able to identify that it was The Beach Boys. How fitting! It was Summer after all. An-

A sharp pain shot through y/n's belly, causing her hand to recoil from underneath Klitz's. His eyes widened at the sudden movement, but he kept his gaze on the road. A pitiful groan left y/n's lips, and she hunched over.

"Woah, hey, are you ok?" He asked worriedly.

Y/n didn't give a response, except for another low groan. Her chest heaved up and down with every deep breath she took. After a few moments, she sat back up, but had her hands resting on her lower stomach. She let out a shaky breath as she moved one of her hands between her legs. After pressing her fingers against the crotch of her light denim shorts, she held it up to her view. The pads of her pointer and middle finger were smudged with a dark red. Her eyes widened.

"Are you fucking...shit..." She muttered under her breath.

Klitz looked over, seeing the blood on her fingers. His eyes widened as well, and he swallowed thickly. He knew instantly what had happened, as it was fairly obvious. Sighing, he reached behind him, his hand searching for something in the backseat. It wasn't that dangerous, as he was waiting for traffic to move. After a few more seconds of searching, he held out a shirt to y/n.

"Sit on this so you don't bleed on the seat." He said, turning his attention back to the road as cars started to move.

She took it, but looked at him doubtfully. He simply rolled his eyes in response. A light scoff left his lips.

"Use it, baby. I don't really like that shirt anyways."

Y/n nodded, raising herself up to slide the shirt underneath her. Wincing, she lowered back down onto the seat. She felt like her stomach was on fire. Thankfully, they weren't that far from the apartment. She had tampons and pads in their bathroom, but she didn't have any on her. Her period wasn't supposed to come for another three days, so she was just caught off guard.

"You ok? I know your periods are usually horrible." He asked, turned right.

She squinted her eyes shut, gripping the car door tightly. It was as if it was all crashing down on her at once. He wasn't wrong though. Her periods were normally the worst. Her cramps were always painful, the bleeding was always heavy, and she got cranky/emotional easily.

"I'm f-fine...just...hurts..."

Her words were soft. Even talking felt like it was too strenuous on her stomach muscles. God help her if she laughed or sneezed. That would be the end of her.

"Well, do you need anything? I can make a quick stop at the store if yo-"

"Home! Please, just, I wanna go home..." She blurted out, tone a little harsh.

Klitz didn't take it personally, though. He knew she wasn't mad at him. She was just in pain, and he felt sympathy towards her situation. He gave a simple nod as an answer. For the rest of the ride, he focused on getting them home as quick as possible.

When the couple got to the apartment complex, Klitz tried to help her walk. She refused the offer, but thanked him for it. To be honest, she could have used the help, but she was worried about letting go of her stomach. Even though it didn't make sense, she felt like cradling her stomach was keeping her cramps at bay. That wasn't true, but it was a psychological thing. Instead of helping her walk, he unlocked the door and let her go in first.

"M' gonna go..." Y/n trailed off, pointing at the door to the bathroom.

Klitz nodded and locked the front door. He hung up his car keys, as well as his apartment key, on the hooks on the wall. Y/n had taken her shoes off and placed them by the door, and Klitz did the same. The slightly bloody shirt from the car was in his hands, and he contemplated whether he wanted to keep it or not. Too tired from the Summer heat to even think, he just tossed it in the garbage can. He really didn't care for the shirt.

While y/n was in the bathroom, he walked over to the fridge. He opened up the freezer that was attached to it, and grabbed a pint of ice cream. It was y/n's favorite flavor. He spooned a couple scoops out of it and plopped them into a bowl. He put the pint back in the freezer and grabbed a spoon, placing it in the bowl. A sigh left his throat as he slid the bowl onto the kitchen table.

The sound of a door opening caught his attention, and he looked over to see y/n come out of the bathroom. She was only wearing the tank top she chose for the picnic, and her bloody underwear. The soiled shorts were clutched tightly in her hand, and she looked peeved. Klitz adjusted his glasses as he frowned.

"I got you some ice cream!" He tried to cheer her up.

Y/n repeated what he said in a high-pitched tone. It was obvious mockery, and it made Klitz raise an eyebrow. She disappeared into their bedroom, most likely to discard the shorts and put some new underwear on. Her ramblings continued, but Klitz couldn't quite make it out. All he could pick up on was "stupid dumb sun" and "ice cream is the cure". It was hard to tell if she was being sarcastic or serious.

After a few moments, she stormed back in. She had changed her underwear and now had on a pair of sleep shorts. Y/n was still mumbling under her breath, and he could hear it much better as she approached the kitchen table.

"I had nooo idea that ice cream made the pain go away!" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Klitz grabbed the bowl.

"So, you don't want it?"

Y/n furrowed her brows and snatched the bowl from him. He chuckled as she walked to the couch, plopping down on it with a grumble. There was no way she'd refuse ice cream. Klitz knew her like the back of his hand. He smiled as he walked over to her, sitting down right on the spot beside her. She took a big bite of the ice cream and a small smile grew on her face.

"Is it good?" He asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question.

She nodded a bit, taking another bite. He wanted to tell her to slow down, so she didn't get a brain freeze, but a part of him was worried she'd bite his head off. So he'd just let it run its course. Clearing his throat, he patted his knees before standing up. He had forgotten something crucial. Y/n gave him a glance as he walked back to the kitchen, but turned her focus back to the cold delicacy in the bowl. A few more bites and it would be all gone.

"Is it still hurting, baby? Or is it not so bad?" He asked, hovering his hand over the medicine cabinet.

"Hurts." She replied simply, wincing before taking another bite.

With the confirmation, he opened up the cabinet. He scanned over the pill bottles until he found the one he needed. Grabbing it, he opened it up and shook out two pills. He put the container back in its place before closing the cabinet. After that, he poured a glass of water.

"Take these, ok?" He instructed, walking over and kneeling in front of y/n.

He always looked so goofy when he knelt on the ground. Maybe it was his long legs, but it made him look like an awkward giraffe or something. He looked like Gumby. Though he didn't find that resemblance to be as humorous as y/n did. Y/n groaned and took the final bite of ice cream. She placed the bowl on the end table next to her, and sighed in defeat. Klitz watched her as she placed the pills in her mouth, following it with a large sip of water. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, moving the glass to the end table.

Satisfied, Klitz got up from his knelt position. He then walked into their bedroom, removing his belt as he did so. Y/n yawned and grabbed the T.V remote, turning it on and looking through shows to watch. When she couldn't decide, she resorted to ole faithful. The Big Bang Theory. You could never go wrong with a sitcom.

As the episode started playing, Klitz came back from the bedroom. He was now wearing a white undershirt and a pair of boxers. Y/n didn't blame him. It was hot as hell outside. That was why she was wearing a tank top and shorts. Stretching his arms above his head, he sat back down on the couch.

Y/n mumbled and crawled over to him. He raised an arm, allowing y/n to nuzzle under it and rest her head on his chest. But she quickly change the position, not finding it comfortable. After a certain number of changes, Klitz decided to suggest one. They were sitting on the long part of the "L" couch, so it gave them plenty of leg room. He spread his legs open a little, letting y/n slide between them. Her back rested against his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat. She hummed softly, immediately loving the new position.

"Good?" He asked, running his fingers through her hair.

She nodded, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around her stomach. He chuckled, but didn't resist. Gently, he started to rub circles onto her tummy.

"I'm sorry you're hurting, baby."

His words were so genuine. Y/n loved how caring he was. He was such a selfless man. Klitz would take the pain away from her if he could. He'd even take it on himself if it meant that she could get relief.

"S' ok..." She mumbled softly.

He leaned down a bit, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm gonna take care of you. Just like I always do." He smiled against her hair.

A soft giggle rose from her chest.

"You're so sweet, Klitzy..."

Y/n's compliment trailed off, leading into sniffling. His eyes widened at the sound. Carefully, he rolled y/n onto her stomach, so she was facing him. His heart shatter at the sight of tears trickling down her rosy cheeks. He quickly brushed them away with his thumb, drawing her close to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in it as well. As she wept, he rubbed her back comfortingly.

"Shh, shh, it's ok, baby. What's wrong?" He cooed.

Pulling away just barely, y/n choked on her words. Her eyes were red and puffy, and the tip of her nose was slowly turning red a well. It was a painful thing to see.

"J-Just love you so, so, s-so much..."

Klitz tutted, moving one of his hands to the back of her head. He massaged her scalp gently, knowing it was one of the best ways to calm her down. Her sobs slowly faded, and she wiped away any excess tears.

"I love you too, baby. But I don't like seeing you cry!" He kissed her shoulder.

Y/n sat up on his lap, looking down at her hands. She looked embarrassed, though she had no reason to be. It upset him to see her be like that. With a soft gaze, he looked into her eyes. His hand came up to cup her face, thumb stroking her skin delicately. He handled her like a fragile piece of fine China.

Klitz could tell that she wasn't sure what to say. She looked at a loss for words. Or maybe she just didn't feel like talking. Either way, he knew he'd have to break the silence. He sighed, admiring her facial features. Even though he hated seeing her cry, it amazed him how beautiful she looked when she did. There was never a moment where she didn't look absolutely stunning.

Without saying anything, he pulled her closer to his face. His lips met hers in a soft kiss. With a hand on her cheek and a hand on her lower back, everything felt right in the world. For a moment, y/n forgot all about the pain that she was in. Sure, it was still there, but that was not her main focus. The loving embrace from her boyfriend was on her mind. She melted against him, sliding her hands up to his shoulders. His hands never left her body when he pulled away.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she felt like a feather in the wind. She felt weightless. So many emotions flooded her body and she wasn't sure which ones were real or not. The pain resurfaced, causing her to wince. When she closed her eyes from the pain, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Oh, baby, please don't cry..." He frowned.

"M' sorry, just..."

Klitz rubbed her back, nodding in understanding. Although he would never know the pain his girlfriend went through, he could still be there for her. He could be understanding. What kind of lover would he be if he didn't?

He opened his mouth to say something, but y/n cut him off. The waterworks opened, and tears were now streaming down her face like a waterfall. She was exhausted from the heat, in pain from the cramps, and emotional from the hormones. It was a triple header. No wonder she was crying so much. He couldn't blame her.

She wrapped her arms back around his neck. He watched in silence as she nuzzled her face against his white shirt. Teardrops soaked the material as she cried into it.

"Oh, um, ok baby. D-Do what you need to do..." He stuttered, a little caught off guard.

Y/n wept into his chest, muttering incoherent words as she did so. He wished he could tell what she was saying, but it was hard to over the crying. So he simply rubbed her back, resting his cheek against the top of her head.

"That's it, let it out baby. I've got you..."

The movement of his hand on her back, the low register of his voice, and his comfort. They were all things that helped calm y/n down. She continued to cry, though it faded after a while. The crying turned into mumbling, the mumbling turned into occasional words, and then that turned into silence. Her body rose and fell with every breath Klitz took. He could tell that she had fallen asleep. She wore herself out with her crying, and she was already tired to begin with. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her in a protective hold.

"I got you."

[writingsbychlo]

Do you maybe have any pictures (or moodboard) of Azriel’s house in SLS and maybe what her dress looks like? If you don’t want to/can’t show us so you don’t spoil anything I understand!❤️ ps, what name would you give a house? I like echo house; it’s the only one I can think of.😂

I DO actually have inspo pics for the house. her dress, though, is more like a mix of these two. something tight to her body and laced up, but with that slightly girly style that undoes down the front. y’know? as for a house name, I cannot think of anything rn but like I’m usually good at coming up with those! like ‘river house’ in this one! head empty rn though

click below for the house!!

so the outside of his house is definitely GRAND but classic. the whole house will have a very classic vibe. picture this on the sidra, with a view of the mountains behind, surrounded by trees and land and a big garden. it’s perfect. especially the big porch!

then you’ve got the general style.

I see his house being open plan and spacious for his wings. light and airy to balance out his shadows so it’s not dark and haunted. contrary to the extremely modern and sleek, dark colour palette, house you might envision him in, I see more more open plan modern farmhouse worn exposed woodwork. that’s the vibe for this series, anyway. like this;

with grand staircases like this

it’s all just BIG and open plan!! spacious and simple. all the decor you see here though, the flowers and plants and little baskets? will be tho ha she adds. she makes it so homey. you’ll see, you’re gonna love it.

[b3wtched]

biography.      pinterest.    playlist.  

⌜ lola tung, cis woman, she/her ⌟  welcome back to hogwarts, LAVENDER BROWN ! according to your file, you’re a TWENTY THREE year old PUREBLOOD as i’m sure you remember, last spring had its challenges, but i’m confident you’ll take your studies more seriously this year. as a FIFTH year GRYFFINDOR, focusing on DIVINATION, you’ve got a lot on your plate. our records show that you're SOCIABLE and SELFLESS however, they seem to have left off that you're INSECURE and UNRELIABLE. if i’m correct, you’re siding with THE LIGHT, which makes sense considering you’re known around the castle for abundant laughter echoing in an empty corridor, coffee mugs stained with pink lipstick, bejeweled fountain pens used to dot their i's with hearts and making every stranger their best friend. let’s hope you make it through the year in one piece.

B A S I C S .

full name … lavender marie brown nickname(s) … lovey (her friends) dob … october 29th, 1999 age … twenty-three gender … cis woman pronouns … she/her sexuality … bisexual relationship status … single religion … agnostic education … hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

H E A L T H .

preferred hand ... right blood type ... b+ allergies ... shellfish physical ... surprisingly healthy despite her daily intake of nothing but sweets and carbs mental ... anxiety social ... extremely social, loves to be in the company of others - never really learned the meaning of "stranger danger"

P E R S O N A L I T Y .

scorpio sun, estp (entrepreneur), phlegmatic, gluttony, chaotic good, 7w6 (the entertainer) positive … sociable, selfless, vibrant neutral … perceptive, dramatic negative … insecure, unreliable, impulsive habits … biting her lips when thinking likes … lipgloss, flower scented perfume, butter noodles, shopping, early morning walks, chocolate frogs, stargazing, green tea, and writing. dislikes … people who yell, pineapple, dust, herbology, the cold, the color red, vodka. fears … flying, giants tropes … daddy's girl, the ditz, hopeless romantic inspo … mia colucci (rebelde), cher horowitz (clueless), rachel green (friends)

F A M I L Y.

justine brown … (mother - pureblood, 42, astronomer) anthony brown … (father - pureblood, 42, alchemist)

A P P E A R A N C E .

faceclaim … lola tung face … soft, rounded features, glowing skin, bright expressive eyes hair … long, slightly wavy hair with a natural shine, often left down or styled in soft, loose waves. body … slender and petite, surprising perfect posture style … feminine and casual, with a preference for soft, pastel colors like pinks, whites, and light blues. flowy dresses, crop tops and high waisted pants, often layers dainty accessories. misc ... crystal ball tattoo with her surname and sun sign tattooed on her right bicep, double ear piercing.

W I T C H C R A F T .

house … gryffindor blood status … pureblood boggart … her parents bloodied and calling out for help amortentia … tiny lavender flower, scrap paper torn out of her favorite journal, green tea, sweet pea body spray and vanilla wafers patronus … white rabbit ( surprisingly corporeal ) wand … 12 ½" (length), cedar (wood), phoenix feather (core) ⸻ the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception ⸻ phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, they show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord. major … divination goals … to fall in love and travel across the world. favorites … divination, transfiguration, muggle studies and charms. least favorites … potions, history of magic and ghost studies. extracurriculars ... astrology club ( president )

H E A D C A N O N S .

lavender is a hopeless romantic who believes in fairy-tale love. she enjoys reading romance novels and daydreams about finding her perfect match, often creating elaborate fantasies about her ideal romantic scenarios. her interest in divination extends into a fascination with astrology. lavender often reads horoscopes and enjoys discussing star signs with friends, believing that the stars can offer insights into her and others’ lives. while she appears bubbly and social, lavender has a quieter side that loves curling up with a good book. her room is filled with an eclectic mix of novels, from classic literature to magical theory. has a collection of small, meaningful trinkets from her her pastr travels and relationships. each item holds a special memory or significance, and she keeps them in a decorative box under her bed.

C O N N E C T I O N S .

anything and everything

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“Conventional” ~ (Scrooge x Constance)

I was going to write something spicier, but when this song came up on YT, I...couldn’t resist. Liz Callaway is my inspo for Connie’s voice, so this sweet melody seemed like fated inspiration to write something about her and Scrooge’s daughter, Starla.

Just a soft, quick family fic. Enjoy!

Starla Florence DoGoode-Scrooge was as angelic of an infant as they came. Doe-eyed, smiling, her freckled cheeks flushed with life - she was nothing less than picturesque in aesthetic and decorum.

Regardless, even she was not immune to midnight terrors or other discomforts that lured her from docility into tearful fits that could last anywhere from minutes to hours.

Thankfully, her crib was near her mother and father’s bed, which met the young girl was granted immediate attention when she cried.

On this occasion, her mother was the one to slip her arms into the crib and lift Starla’s small form against her breast.

Cradling her with the gentleness of a freshly-bloomed flower cradling its springtime nectar, Constance began to sing gently:

Dry away the tears Lay aside your fears No more pain for my love I am here, go to sleep

Scrooge listened to her voice from his spot in the bed, rolling over just in time to see the red-haired woman drop a kiss upon her daughter’s brow. The moonlight rimmed her silhouette in a halo of seafoam-white, and the older man found himself transfixed by the sight. Her profile glowed with the precision of a cameo, and yet, lingered atop highlights of her hair and lips in a way that made her looks as if she herself was a celestial entity rather than a woman of flesh and blood.

Then, there was her voice. Ye gods, it was as clear as a bell, yet echoed through the halls with a ghostly tremor.

A world without the pain That's stuck with you for far too long A world that does contain A love like mine to watch you grow strong

And when my time arrives Please wait and make a place for me For when I do arrive Your face should be the first face I see

Such a sad melody, he thought, tears coming to his eyes. It sounded less like a lullaby and more like a song about grief. Acceptance of death, and it’s inevitable toll on families. Mourning, even.

Yet, the words threatened to lull both him and his infant into the catacombs of slumber. It was only due to him blinking moisture from his eyes that he avoided falling asleep to the soothing melody.

Then, a hush fell over the chamber.

Constance paused, ceasing the rocking motion and staring down at her daughter’s face. She gave Ebenezer a grin, messy locks tumbling down her shoulders and before her bright eyes. 

“There...” she whispered, eyes glued to Starla’s cherubic expression. “She’s asleep.”

As she sat her back down in her crib, Ebenezer moved so he could better lean against the headboard. Opening an arm to her, she picked up the hem of her long, white down and traipsed back into bed. She sidled up to him with a giggle, tucking herself back in with a sigh. The fireplace crackled weakly on the other side of the room, but neither had the strength to add more wood to the small pyre.

“Your song was lovely,” he said gently, stroking one of the rose-gold curls near her face. In the dark, he paid extra attention to his fingers to make sure they didn’t stray. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you, my all.”

“The lyrics, though. They sounded a tad...forlorn.”

The woman nodded softly, her cheek coming to rest over his heart. “It’s the only lullaby I know. I...don’t remember how I learned it. Maybe my mother taught me? Or, maybe I learned it before I was adopted.”

“Hm.”

“I...should learn others, I suppose.”

Scrooge tightened his grip and kissed her brown folding her body even closer to his. They kept their voices low and their movements soft, lest they awaken Starla again from her newly-discovered rest.

“Certainly not,” he said, “After all, she adored it. She went to sleep, did she not?”

“Hm. That is true...”

“It almost put me to sleep as well, I’ll admit.”

Another nod, this one more reluctant. “It’s just...not exactly conventional.”

Ebenezer smiled and dipped his head down. Their lips met softly, slotting together as perfectly as two pieces of a puzzle; like two halves of a long-broken geode. Long fingers slowly worked their way into her hair, tugging slightly to help angle her head at the perfect angle. She obliged eagerly, their noses mashing briefly as a result. This caused both to smile and laugh against each other’s lips.

“Then again,” she whispered playfully, “I suppose very little about us is conventional, huh?”

“Thank goodness for that,” he said, tone deepening as he traced her shell-like cheek in the moonlight. “Conventional love sounds positively dull.”

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