#feel better soon dear

[jokeringcutio]

Hi❤️ Can I request a scenario where the reader is sad and her boyfriend, Arthur Harrow makes gentle love to her and tells her that he loves her so much🥹❤️

Sweetheart 💜 Of course. Forgive the short drabble, hope it will cheer you up a little.

Tears streaked down your cheeks, the weight of the world pressing heavy on your heart. Arthur Harrow watched you with those bright blue eyes, unguarded and clear like the sky after a storm. His steps towards you were barely audible, only the faintest crunch of glass beneath his sandals hinting at his approach.

"Let me ease your sorrow," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the quiet room.

His touch was gentle, fingers trailing over the curve of your shoulder, a soft contrast to the harshness you had faced outside the sanctuary of his arms. The scent of his skin, a mix of sandalwood and ancient scriptures, enveloped you in warmth, as if his very presence could ward off any anguish.

"Shh," he soothed, thumb brushing away the remnants of your tears. "I'm here now."

You closed your eyes, leaning into the comfort he offered. In your vulnerability, there was power, an unspoken trust that tethered you to him beyond mere physical bonds. He was your disciple of devotion, your guardian through the trials of life.

"Arthur," your voice broke on his name, a confession of need that you couldn't contain.

"I love you so much." His words were simple, but they resonated deep within your core. They were a mantra, a sacred vow that transcended the ordinary.

And then, the world narrowed down to just the two of you. His hands, strong and sure, roamed over your body, worshiping every inch with reverence. He laid you down with a tender care that belied his rugged exterior, each movement deliberate and full of purpose.

Your breath hitched as he entered you, the sensation a sweet ache that bloomed across your flesh. The room filled with the sound of your mingled breaths, a rhythm that matched the beat of your entwined hearts. There was no rush, no urgency—only the steady climb towards a higher plane of connection.

"Arthur," you gasped, clutching at him, drawing him closer. Every stroke was a silent promise, every kiss a seal of his undying affection.

"Every moment," he murmured against your lips, "every breath, it's for you, my love."

The scales tattooed on his arm remained still, a testament to the purity of this act, the sanctity of your bond. Here, in this intimate embrace, there was no judgment, only the unity of two souls seeking solace in each other's embrace.

As pleasure unfurled within you, blossoming like a sacred lotus, his name became your prayer, your exaltation. And when the crescendo broke over you, it was with a divine intensity that left you both spent, yet somehow more complete than before.

In the aftermath, as you lay cradled in Arthur's arms, there was nothing but the hushed reverence of love—a love so profound it seemed capable of resurrecting gods and rewriting destinies.

[starsarefire824]

hiiiii i just wanted to thank you because im going through a pretty rough time right now and reading your fics has been a really good distraction and i am very very grateful to be able to have that. so thank you 🩶

hiiiiii! first of all i am so sorry you’re going through a rough time :(

i really hope things are brighter for you soon!!! 🤍 feel free to dm if you ever need a chat or an ear!

secondly, i am so glad that they could bring you some comfort/distraction! that’s literally the most precious and gratifying thing for me honestly, as a writer. if my stories can give anyone a small amount of something good i am so happy!!!!

may i ask which one you’re reading?

[hibernationsuit-remade]

sorry i've been inactive and missing stuff i have been writing essays and playing stardew valley.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Tbh I need one of his BIG BIGG hugss 😭😭 I've been feeling downy lately and it affected my motivation to play 🙁🙁 Please Please Please .. Just one big hug and I'll ascend 🥰🥰

one big Foul Legacy hug coming up, anon!!!!! :D

life has been hard lately- perhaps it's the dreary weather, the lack of sunlight and the gray, gray sky that seems to stretch eternally outwards. or maybe your work is getting the best of you, having to do everything in so little time- no matter what it might be, your mood has been strangely dampened lately, your heart growing heavier despite how you try to smile through it. it's getting more and more difficult to get through each day of work, and afterwards you have no energy for anything except sitting on your bed and wishing you could fall asleep. it's where you are now, letting out a quiet sigh and staring at the wall

your door creaks open, Childe sticking his horned head into the room and chirping worriedly. when you don't respond he whines, concern growing as he makes his way across the room, over to you, and carefully sits to your side. you tilt your head slightly, attempting to smile and reassure him that everything's okay, but the smile falters when he coos, fretting over you. the coos transition into purrs, meant to soothe and heal instead of expressing happiness, and you feel sturdy, sheathed arms wrap around you and pull you close. Childe rumbles steadily, cradling the back of your head in his claws, his Foul Legacy form big enough to encompass you entirely. with your cheek pressed against his chest he begins trailing his talons up and down your spine, drawing idle little shapes and patterns on your back as he presses his mouth to the top of your head. he's so warm and soft, blocking out the entire world until it's just you and him, holding you firmly as if to never allow anything else to hurt you as he gently rocks back and forth with you. your shoulders slump as you discard your fragile mask of false positivity and allow yourself to lean into Childe's touch, allow yourself to take a moment to yourself to indulge in his endless affections. there's a soft trill in your ear as he leans down to gauge your mood, and when you latch onto the scarf he wears, a loving croon filters from his chest and he holds you closer, treating you as gently as an injured bird. the soft growls and huffs he makes form no words, yet somehow you understand him all the same

rest. sleep. heal. love you. love you, love you, love you

[cuteniaarts]

Fanny, my sweet, beautiful girl

17.11.2012 – 14.04.2019

[twig-the-edgelord]

If it makes you feel better I also want you to be happy again

Those who cry together, burn down local office buildings together.

[pearlpool]

i need to write to one of those teen magazine advice columns

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Okay I am laying sick in my bed and hope this is some fun for the OC x OC game (and I hope I got the rules right) 💙

Nina x Cadoc in a bit if a romantic way maybe? I think that would be something very interesting 🤭🤭

Hii lovely Bee! 💖

Firstly I'm so sorry you are sick and I send you all the best wishes to heal asap🤗💖

I def think Nina and Cadoc would make a power couple. They would definetly have chemistry and both very ambitious. Cadoc is def would be Nina 's type. I think they relationship would start in a base of allies, maybe meet by work. But soon would be definitely a passionate relationship. And exclusive cause Nina is not here to play. 😉

Maybe they would fight for time to time but I think they would made up quickly.☺️

[pretentiouswreckingball]

snippet saturday!!

thank you for the tags loves @fruity-individual & @rollercoasterwords <333

Remus doesn’t understand what he's doing there. Being sick really puts things into perspective and his feverish head is currently trying to make sense of why he moved to the big city to work on a job where nobody gave two fucks about him, with barely any friends, living in a four-square feet room with awful tangerine wallpaper with someone who hated his guts —though lately Alastor barely acknowledged Remus, something he's not sure if he can count it as a blessing or a curse. He wonders if he made the right decision, if it was all worth it. Looking around, drenched in sweat from the fever and feeling like he's two seconds away from crying, Remus is not sure anymore.

I forgot the tags the first time lmao, I'm sorry. anyway. no pressure tags: @residentrookie @messerflower @a-fiery-fox @vertijo @inevitablestars @deermessrs

[sodacowboy]

no there’s something definitely wrong with me

[shiocreator]

I survived another year on this planet and I'm making it all your problem

I'm here and going to cause havoc

[jisungshotfirst]

i miss moonbin so much :(

astro have always been a comfort space for me, I've loved them as long as I've been around here. bubblegum boy groups are another level of comforting to me and astro have always and will always be the staple. moonbin has been my fav from day 1 hehe with his cute eye smile and his glasses<3 and when he wears a cap And puts his hood up and his face is a lil circle fjfj i'll always be so proud of him as a performer, he is So talented at being an idol and it's come from a long long time of hardwork :( and from that long long time, he's formed so many friendships that are just so nice to watch. he's been a figurehead of making that industry a place full of compassion and friendship, from his friends in the same boat as him being a kid training and working, to sunbaes and hoobaes around him. he's looked after sua so well, given her help and advice about idol world, and giving her people to support her in his stead. his humour is so wonderful to me, the deadpan jokes fjnd and the willingness to be silly with the members fjdj astro are So silly :((( when I'm feeling up to it I'll watch that pool video again jnfjd the most serotonin boosting vid in the world hehe his acting too is incredible he is so talented ... I still remember when I found out he was playing a gay character in moments of eighteen and the relief and comfort I felt from that? he smiled and played his part and it rly felt so so warm :(( and him being so proud and excited for mj playing jamie and going to see him!! he makes me so happy :( and I'll be sad for a long time but I think from now it'll be mixed with a whole load of happy again<3 he is sosososososo loved, I rly rly hope he can feel that. he will be missed forever and ever

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hey :) i haven't poked my head here in awhile. i hope things haven't been too rough lately. i've not had the best days recently but here's a foul legacy fic to feed everyone to make me feel better<3

it's only been a week.

you're trudging through it all, but lately it's dawned on you that all this is, all the routine, it's just the same thing over and over again. you wake up, go to work, take a lunch break. back to work, and when that's done, you head back home for dinner. after, you simply collapse onto your bed and fall asleep, not ready to repeat the cycle all over again.

all you really want to do is just.. sleep. rest for a few hours, maybe a few days. escape from the monotonous routine of life that brings no joy.

"it's only been a week," you tell yourself. one week since you forced yourself to break up with your now ex-partner. ever since the day you started liking him, you had this growing anxiety inside your chest, stomach, and neck. you aren't sure where it came from, only when it first appeared. nothing would soothe your anxiety--no matter what they said, you still doubted their word.

you hated that part, it made you feel guilty. still does. you trusted them, right? you really did. so then why did you still continue to doubt their word, continuing to be unable to rid yourself of the anxiety that was plaguing you?

and oh, you got jealous, so, so easily. and when you got jealous, you spiraled. it was as if you needed the constant reassurance, as if you needed them to like you. it was becoming an obsession.

a week ago, you forced yourself to tell them that it probably was for the best if they ceased all forms of interaction indefinitely.

that night, you cried.

the night after that, you read a sad book and cried some more.

by the third night, you just felt numb. you weren't sure if you were feeling sad enough to really call it suffering. your anxiety was gone, but then what next?

it's the tenth night now. you miss your friends. you know it would be better for you if you reached out to them, tried to make plans together. but ever since the first night, you've been avoiding all of them like the plague. every now and then one of them texts you, and you almost smile at the care. you don't read them, though. it feels too overwhelming.

sometimes they call you, but you let it go to voicemail without bothering to listen to them.

you're beginning to settle into the idea that you'll just have to tough this out on your own, and hope your friends either welcome you back with open arms as if nothing ever happened, or forget about you entirely, leaving you to find a new group of friends.

you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a knock at the door--the first you've heard in months. you slowly make your way to the door, tired still. you open the door a crack, unsure who would be at your doorstep at this time of day.

to your surprise, you see a ginger-haired man. it's childe, you think. but this childe is wearing a mask and is notably taller than usual.

childe has been your closest friend since childhood, and you like to think that he knows you better than most. regardless of his appearance, you let him in, hoping he won't try and engage in socializing. in a low, quiet growl, he explains himself.

"i haven't seen you in awhile. your friends say they've texted and called, but you haven't picked up or replied. they don't think you've even read anything. i was... worried."

childe--or would it be more appropriate to say foul legacy?--stands awkwardly in front of the door, not really sure what to do.

you, however, waste no time in making your way back to the couch, where you resume sitting idly, trying not to cry. you don't like crying, let alone in front of other people. despite yourself, however, you can't help yourself. there's someone finally here, in your house, and he cares! you hate your brain for betraying you, but you're startled out of your thoughts when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your body.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks softly.

you shake your head, but you lean into his touch. for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel safe and void of anxiety. all you can really feel is the endless numbing sadness. but he's here. and to your pleasant surprise, he tightens his grip around you and you relax just a little more.

and by the archons he loves you so much but he doesn't want to ruin the relationship. maybe one day... one day he'll tell you.

hello my dear, it's so nice to see you again!!! i'll be honest, i've also been having a bit of a tough time lately, but it's alright!!! we can help each other through it together!!! <333

you end up falling asleep in Childe's arms, leaning your head against his armored chest. it's the first restful sleep you've gotten all week, and Childe gently traces the outlines of your features, frowning at the visible signs of exhaustion etched into your face. he carefully shifts so you're comfortable, cradling your cheek in his claws as he allows you to rest- things always look better when you've gotten a good night of sleep, after all!

when you wake up, you're drowsy and disoriented from how warm and cozy you feel. for the first time in a good several days, your head doesn't hurt from lack of sleep, and there's a humming, rumbling sound filling the room. you eventually realize the sound is coming from Childe, who fell asleep alongside you with his arms wrapped around your body. he wakes just as slowly as you did, mumbling sleepily and blinking, gaze focusing on you leaning against him. his talons come to your face and gently swipe under your eyes, although there's no tears to flick away, and asks if you're feeling better. you shrug, still listless, but heart feeling a bit lighter than it did before, and Childe croons and presses his cheek to yours

this small action finally draws a few tears from you, sliding down your cheeks and onto the ground as you cling to Childe, arms wrapped around his neck. quietly you ask him to not go- please don't go- since you need this more than anything right now, even if you think yourself as selfish for it. his croons dip into soothing purrs as he holds you steady, claws delicately drawing shapes and letters on your back

"I'll stay as long as you want- even if that's forever, I'll always stay"

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

y’know, we’re calling it a Win that the mall scene is still under 5k, all things considered

[volfoss]

God I cannot wait for the weather to get less cold so I can do doll faceups

[abelllia]

Jesus Christ.