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[hotpinkstars]

AHHH LOVED THE AL HAITHAM FIC SMM but if you dont mind what was going through al haithams head when he realized she left??

-> the house will never be the same again pt. 2

synopsis -> after being incredibly disrespected by your husband, alhaitham, you moved to liyue. what is going through his mind when you leave?

a/n -> AHHH i'm so happy you liked it!!! and i don't mind making a pt. 2 at all sorry this has been sitting here for a while but i hope you enjoy! here is part 1.

warnings -> all hurt no comfort, reader never turns up lol

w/c -> 1.2k

it’s been about a week now, and you’re already settled into liyue. you’ve caught the eye of a bunch of passersby in the city- a sumeru vision wielder living in liyue harbor? 

thankfully, you had the traveler and a kind woman from the qixing named ganyu able to assist you with questions about the city. the first day you got there, she noticed your vision, and asked you all about it. it soon led to the two of you hitting off the start of a friendship in a nice restaurant- with ganyu telling you all of the things to do in liyue, the jobs that can be taken, and how magical the lantern rite especially is. you mentioned to her that you had a passion for the arts, and she immediately helped you look for a side job to make a little bit of mora to pay rent in your nice abode in the middle of the harbor.

“so, were your travels from sumeru alright? i’ve heard trudging through desert is not a very enjoyable experience..” ganyu questioned, a slight grin to be found on her face. “though, i have heard that the city down there is very nice. i would love to visit for myself one day, but with work and adeptal business it makes my days a little tight.”

you nod before replying. “the city is beautiful, especially at night. theres a gorgeous stage down there too, where a young woman named nilou always performs on special events. it’s always been the most majestic part of the city, or at least in my opinion.” 

ganyu lets out a noise of fascination, before giggling a little. “i would love to watch her dance. nilou is a familiar name, some people here strictly go to sumeru just to see her. i bet she’s as wonderful as everyone makes her out to be.” ganyu sighs. “i wonder if she travels? we have nice performing places here, too.”

you nod. “occasionally. it mostly has to be a big event for her to arrive, though.” you take another bite of your food. “but i bet if i asked her, she’d come out for at least a few days.”

that made ganyu smile once more, before she asked another question. “well, this may be an odd question, but do you have any romantic relationships?” 

“well, that's the reason i decided to move here,” now it is your turn to sigh, making ganyu have a confused look dancing across her face. “my partner and i got into an argument. he wouldn’t stop overworking himself, and i simply just wanted him to come to bed. but he’s so stubborn, and he took his work stress out on me. there was… certainly a lot of name calling.”

ganyus look of confusion immediately switches to an apologetic one. “ah, you made the right choice. that’s no way to treat your spouse.” 

you nod in agreement, before finishing your dish and pushing it slightly out in front of you. 

“well, i’m going to head back to my apartment now. this was very nice, we should do it again sometime!” you smile before standing and putting some money on the table. “here, this should be half. have a good night, ganyu!”

“goodnight to you too, y/n! i’ll see you soon.” 

now, back on alhaithams end..

he hasn’t been home in about a week and a half, due to his work causing his presence nearly 24/7. that pretty much means he hasn’t realized you’ve left yet. 

as he walks home, he doesn’t know how he would approach you. does he pretend the issue doesn’t exist? does he keep ignoring you? does he apologize? he thought his mind would split open.

as he walks through the door, he notices that the house is a little… emptier, from when the two of you lived together. he walked through the whole place, looking into the bathrooms to see your products gone. looking at the laundry room, met with no clothes that are yours hanging from the clothesline. and now, when he went to your bedroom…

your pillowcases have been stripped from the bed, and your pillow thrown into the closet. there were only a stack of two pillows, right in the middle of the bed. now his heart was thumping, and really hard. he looked through the dressers. the left side was barren, leaving only his side full. the thing that brought tears to the mans eyes was seeing your wedding ring on your side of the table. 

so you really left him. he stands there, shocked, unknowing of what to do. does he try to find you, or does he let you go? oh, how he regrets ever talking to you the way he did. if he just took your advice, you would be in bed, waiting for his arrival. likely bringing him into a hug, shaking all his worries and stress away as you whispered questions along about how his day was. 

the next few days felt like someone kept coming over to his desk and stabbing his back with blades like his. he felt so regretful, doing everything he can to stay composed while at the same time trying to find where you’ve gone. dehya won’t give him anything besides “somewhere close to sumeru that’s not sumeru.” that could mean you’ve gone to fontaine, liyue, or monstadt. how would he ever find you?

he’d ask the gaurds, and they all told him you went in the direction of the chasm. getting somewhere, but not close enough. he could walk all that way and come up empty handed. he doesn’t have an exact pinpoint on you yet. 

he’d ask nilou. she’d just shrug and say something along the lines of “i heard what happened, but i do not know fully where they went.” 

he walked the paths of the city, lost deep in thought. everyone thought it was a little out of character for someone such as him to look and feel as lost as he is. as much as people wondered what happened, they kept their mouths shut.

and for the people who noticed your absence, too, they’d ask different people who would likely have knowledge. but alhaitham didn’t know where to go now. he could walk the whole chasm and still not have you turn up. he could check every apartment complex in liyue harbor, and knock on every door on the outskirts. he could sail the seas to inazuma, and walk every separate island to see who may be housing you, or what commission you may have been taken in by. he could fall down the very waterfall that leads an entrance to the enchanting location called enkanomiya. he could go to fontaine, dive under the waters, walk every rocky mountain, and even visit the fortress of meropide. he could fight every monster near the city of monstadt, looking upon every rooftop for signs of your art, blown through the city of wind. but he still wouldn’t find you.

now what he doesn’t know is that you’re in liyue harbor, and nobody frets to tell him that anytime soon. for now, they’re just going to let him suffer, the same way he let you.

[rieamena]

the first date!

a continuation of my ino has a crush on you post wc: 0.6k honorable mention: that special nonnie who motivated me to write this

ino who waits patiently for your shift to end, seated at a small, corner table near the café’s counter. his outfit—a soft gray sweater and dark jeans—is casual yet thoughtful, a reflection of his nerves and excitement. he watches you with admiration, noting the way your smile brightens the room as you interact with customers. as the clock ticks closer to the end of your shift, he can barely contain his anticipation

ino who greets you with a wide, relieved smile as you finally clock out. he stands up, the bouquet of flowers he’s holding looking slightly wilted from his nervous grip. "hey, beautiful," he says, trying to keep his voice steady. "ready for our date?" he presents the bouquet with a shy smile. "i thought these might brighten your day after your long shift." "oh my god, thank you! they're so pretty." you reply, your smile genuine. you glance at the wrapped package in his hand. "and what’s this?"

ino who looks slightly flustered but quickly regains his composure. "oh, it’s just a little something i thought you might like," he says, looking away bashfully, placing the mystery gift in his bag. "but the real surprise is the location. follow me." he takes your hand and leads you to a charming rooftop garden tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city

ino who set up a cozy picnic in the garden, the area softly lit by fairy lights and adorned with comfy seating. as you both arrive, you see a table set with a spread of assorted pastries, fruits, and a bottle of sparkling cider. "i wanted to create a relaxing atmosphere since working at the cafe can get a bit hectic," ino says, nervously arranging the last few items. "i hope you like it." eyes sparkling with appreciation, the crinkle of the bouquet's packaging was heard as you set it down on the table. "like it? i love it! it’s incredible!"

ino who, as the evening progresses, grows more comfortable and opens up about his own interests. "i’ve always admired people who can get lost in a good book," he says, laughing softly. "i tried writing a short story once, but it ended up being a total disaster." you laugh along with him, taking a sip of your cider. "oh come on, i’m sure it wasn’t that bad. maybe one day you'll let me read it!" "maybe…"

ino who surprises you with a gift towards the end of the date. "i remember you mentioning your love for journaling," he says, pulling out the wrapped box from earlier. giving it to you, you tore off the wrappings, revealing a beautifully crafted book. "i thought this might be a nice place for you to jot down your thoughts or sketches." you take a moment to admire the journal’s intricate design before looking up at him, "you really didn't have to." "i wanted to."

ino who walks you back to your place, making sure you’re comfortable and safe. as you reach your front door, you turn around, "takuma," he looks at you with an unreadable expression. something between, nervousness, confusion, and anticipation. "i'll be planning our second date. let's say a week or two from now?" "what?" "second date. you. me. together."

ino who can’t help but grin widely. "YES! i mean, uh, awesome," he says, his excitement poorly contained. "i’ll be looking forward to it." "and so will i." inching closer to him, you gave takuma a quick peck on his cheek, squealing and running into your home immediately after. "goodnight!!!" "goodnight sweetheart…" he mutters, brain still processing everything. as he walks away, hand planted his cheek as if to protect the kiss you gave him, he reflects on the evening with a satisfied smile, already eagerly anticipating your next date

I LOVE YOU INO TAKUMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart 1

Jaenara chewed her bottom lip as her eyes flickered around the room, wondering why so many people had to come. It was difficult to see where her family was amidst the crowd, the last person she had spotted was her aunt leaving the great hall, followed by her great uncle a few minutes later.

Growing tired of the feast, her feet ached from the small heels her mother had forced her to wear, and the dress her step-grandmother had made for her felt tight and itchy on her mid-back. She walked through the crowd, giving small smiles and curt nods to guests who congratulated her on her marriage while trying to find Alys or Alyssa.

It didn't feel like she had gotten married. It felt like another obligatory celebration she had to attend. If it weren't for the guests approaching her to offer their congratulations, it would have felt like any other family gathering. However, there was a tense and awkward ambiance between Jaenara's family and Aemond's family. Everyone else seemed to be having a good time, except for her. She doubted anyone cared about how she felt.

"Thank the gods. I finally found you..." Jaenara turned her head at the sound of Alys's flat voice as she approached. Alys wore a timid smile, her hands clasping the skirt of her crimson gown.

"Thank the gods that you did," she replied, smiling at Alys and looping their arms together. Alys gave a small smirk before she led them through the crowd of guests.

"So..." she eyed Alys as she spoke, then looked away, "...are you...having fun?" Alys asked.

"It's...yes, I am..." Jaenara gave Alys a small smile. "I have met a lot of people...and...um, everyone's so nice, so..." she trailed off, casting her eyes down. She couldn't bring herself to finish the lie she had been telling the lords and ladies, and she doubted Alys would believe it anyway.

"It's a bit draining," she said as they stopped and turned to face each other. "I think I will retire early." Alys nodded with a thoughtful look.

"I think I will too... I can spend the night in your chamber and we can stay up and talk," Alys suggested, smiling. Jaenara smiled back at Alys, grateful for the offer.

"Really? That would be great," Jaenara said, Alys's smile widened before quickly turning into a scowl. Jaenara tilted her head at her friend and reached out to touch her upper arm. "Hey, what's wrong-"

"I hope I'm not interrupting," a familiar deep voice interrupted. Jaenara turned in surprise to see Aemond standing there, she moved to stand beside Alys to look up at aemond.

"Of course not, uncle. We were just about to go to bed," Jaenara said, glancing over at Alys.

"Hmmm, I am feeling a bit tired myself. I'll escort you," Aemond said, his hands behind his back and a placid look on his face. Jaenaea glanced at Alys, who glared at Aemond before looking back at him.

"W-Well, uncle we--"

"Aemond," he said, making Jaenara purse her lips. "Or husband, if you prefer it." He jests as the corner of his lips lifts slightly, displaying a faint smile.

"O-okay, Aemond..." Jaenara started, and Aemond tilted his head slightly to the side, returning to his usual blank expression. "...but I already have an escort." She looked over at Alys with a small smile, and Alys looked back at Jaenara with a similar expression before Jaenara turned her gaze back to Aemond, who narrowed his eyes at Jaenara before glancing at Alys.

"But, it is our wedding day. We must go to bed together," Aemond said, and Jaenara frowned.

"Must we?" She asked, and he nodded, causing her to turn to Alys. She looked back at her cousin with a sad frown. "Maybe she can join us," she suggested after a moment, turning to look back at Aemond.

Aemond spluttered, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. "S-She cannot come to our marital bed. It is profane...and it has to be only us," he said, and Jaenara let out a disappointed moan before looking at Alys to bid her goodnight. However, alys stepped forward, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Then, I will sleep on the couch," Alys insisted, making Aemond look at her, confusion furrowing his brows.

"That is not the issue. Jaenara and I must consummate our marriage together and alone," Aemond explained. Alys furrowed her brows, clearly confused, as Jaenara frowned.

There's that word again. She remembers asking her mother about it when she was getting ready, but she said it wasn't an important subject to talk about at the moment.

"Consummate?" Alys mumbles to herself, pulling Jaenara from her thoughts as Jaenara looks at Alys and then at Aemond, he chuckles low moving his hand to scratch at his cheek below his eyepatch.

"You will learn what is it once you are married, cousin." Aemond chuckled again making Jaenara and Alys look at each other before looking at him, "Now, come along wife." Aemond says moving to hold out his arm for Jaenara to take, I look at him for a second before looking at Alys who wears a small frown.

"I'll see you in the morning, you sit next to me at breakfast, right?" Alys looked at Jaenara again before smiling at her.

"Of course." Alys moved to engulf her cousin who thought as a sister in a hug making Jaenara hug her back, "Sleep well." She says before they pull away from each other.

"Goodnight, sister." Jaenara moves from Alys's grasp to grab hold of Aemond's arm.

Alys wiggled her fingers sadly at Jaenara as Aemond pulled her along, jaenara gave her cousin one last smile before turning to follow Aemond out of the great hall. They walk in silence as he guides Jaenara through the halls toward their new quarters, jaenara glances at him from the corner of her eye from time to time to admire how grown up her uncle has become.

He has grown tall. He looks so different yet his demeanor remains the same, he wasn't the small boy who used to pick on her and put dirt in her hair. He seems more mature and wise. And frightening.

Jaenara stopped glancing at him and focused her eyes on her feet, she counted in her head every step that she took until she was interrupted suddenly by Aemond.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" His deep smooth voice made Jaenara turn her head up to look at Aemond as he turned to look at her.

"Um, yes...it was nice" she replied meekly, aemond hummed before looking away from her making Jaenara chew her lip as they fell silent again for a moment before Jaenara broke it, "How about you? Did you enjoy yourself, my prince?" She asks trying to make small talk, Aemond turns his head to look at her again.

"It was fine. The only thing that kept it from being dreary was watching baelor and corwyn try to out-drink Aeron." Jaenaea hummed.

"Who won?" Aemond looks at her with a small grin.

"Aeron. But, only because corwyn passed out and baelor retched all over himself before he could finish his drink." She grimaces.

"Ewww." She drawls out causing Aemond to let out a soft chortle, she stares at him in awe at how youthful he sounded.

Sometimes she forgets he's just one spring older than her, the scar where his eye used to be makes him seem older. He also looks handsome. Jaenara usually never noticed that before in men, aemond was truly beautiful, so why did he choose her to marry? When coming here she expected him to be so cruel to her, especially after what jacerys told her. Jaenara couldn't remember a lot before, but now little pieces come from time to time. Some good. Some bad. It did answer a lot of questions that she wanted to ask but was too nervous to do.

Aemond turned his head slightly to look down at Jaenara making her catch his eye, she realized she had been staring at him for quite some time now making her look away quickly as her face heated up embarrassed.

Training her eyes to her feet again, after a moment she glanced back to look at him to see him smirking with a smug look. Jaenara cast her eyes away and looked ahead as they turned the corner and two knights came into view as they stood by a door.

"Ser Krey. Ser Ashford." Aemond spoke making the knights turn their heads to look at them.

"My prince." They said in unison bowing their heads at him, the knight with dark black hair poking out from under his helmet lift his head catching Jaenara's eye.

His green eyes widened a bit making her give him a curious look as to why he was staring at her like that, did she have something on her face, she wondered. She moves to brush her cheek with her hand before dropping it to her side, the young knight blinks at her before casting his eyes somewhere else.

"This is princess jaenara velaryon," Aemond introduced her, "My wife." Jaenara looks at him as he stares down at her with a small smile making her mirror him before he turns away to look at the knights again, "Is our chamber ready?" He asks causing the older knight with a brown beard with a flicker of grey in it to answer.

"Yes, my prince." Aemond hummed.

They stood silent making her glance at Aemond as he stared at the door as if waiting for something, jaenara glanced at the older knight as he cleared his throat before casting his eyes over to the young knight who was sneaking looks at her.

"Ser Krey." The knight known as Krey looks away from Jaenara to the other knight.

"Hmm?" Ser Ashford motioned to the door making a look of realization dawn on Krey, "Oh, yes, sorry." He mumbled as he stepped from his post and opened the door for Jaenara and Aemond.

"After you, dove."

She looked at Aemond slightly surprised at the nickname, a warm feeling crept up to her chest and spread up her neck to her cheeks, he stared at her with a patient look waiting for her to go ahead. She cast her eyes away from his intense violet eyes before she pulled away from him and held the skirt of her white gown as she saunter ahead not before looking at Krey whose eyes were focused on the floor as she passed him.

Jaenara stopped midway in stepping inside standing at the edge of the threshold and looking in awe at the spacious room, this was to be my new apartment, she stepped in further spinning as she looked around the room.

She turns to look at Aemond to find him whispering to Krey, the young knight downcast with an expressionless look. When he lifted his eyes he looked right at me making me look away, she went back to admiring the decor of the apartment taking in the lit parlor.

"Do like it?" Aemond asked making her turn around to see him walk towards her, the knight was gone and the door was closed leaving us alone. Together.

"Oh, yes it's lovely." Aemond hummed with a small smile as a look of pride played on his features.

"Mother thought the dark colors would be too much," He said looking around, jaenara followed suit as she took in her surroundings.

"I prefer it, it reminds me of dragonstone a little bit." She looks at him at the same time as he looks back at her.

Aemond hummed with a nod, "Well, let me show you to our chamber." Aemond took her hand guiding her toward a double door with two handles shaped in the form of two dragons, he let go of her hand and pulled the doors open before stepping aside to let me go in.

The chamber was nice and lit as Jaenara looked around the room, she passed by a sette to the wardrobe on the wall just by my bed and opened it seeing multiple gowns in different colors mostly green that didn't belong to her.

She felt a tug on her back making her turn around to grab Aemond's wrist as he tried to loosen her gown, he looked at her amused as she looked back at him startled.

"What are you doing," she ask unsettled.

"Helping you out of your gown, you can't go to sleep in it, can you?" Aemond raises his brow at her

"I...I usually have a servant do it."

"Well, we could wait but that would take a while since all the servants are still at the celebration and I know how tired you are." Jaenara frowns in thought, she doesn't think she can wait, my feet are in agony, and every second she's in this dreadful gown is like having a needle stab her in the ribs.

Jaenaea slowly let go of his wrist making him smile at her before motioning for her to turn around, she did what he wanted as she waited for him to untie the gown, she looked for a nightgown to wear to bed. Her hand shoots to her chest stopping the gown from sagging and falling onto the floor, he moves on to loosening the corset as she takes the first nightgown she sees and she stares inside the wardrobe trying to ignore aemond.

"...there." He finally said, jaenara held the nightgown to her chest as she turned to look at aemond, but his eyes weren't looking at her but rather somewhere else.

"W-Where can I change?" She asked meekly making aemond clear his throat and glance at her before looking away.

His throat contracted as he pointed over to the other side of the room making me turn my head over to where he was pointing to see a screen divider, a soft sigh escaped her as Jaenara shuffled over to the screen quickly still feeling Aemond's eye on me. She threw the nightgown on the screen and took my heels before pushing my wedding gown down so it could land on her feet, she did the same to the corset and took her nightgown and slipped it over her head and through her arms before pulling it down making it fall to her knees. She left her gown and heels on the floor as she stepped out, her hands were finished unbraiding her hair so it could fall loose on her shoulders when she saw aemond already in bed with no tunic.

She turns her back to him when he smirks at her, why was he wearing no tunic, jaenara'a thumb goes to her lips as she bites her nail. She doesn't know what to do, she understands she must share a bed with him, they are husband and wife after all, but why is his tunic off? She doesn't know what to do, what should she do.

Think, Jaenara. Think, Jaenara.

"Oh, sweet wife. Are you coming to bed?" His words sounded taunting to her ears, jaenara looked over to the door in thought, maybe she could sleep on the couch, "Come to bed, jaenara. Or do you want me to tell your mother you're being a bad wife?" He taunts her again making her grimace at the door, the last thing she wants is for her mother to be angry at her.

Jaenara slowly turned around my eyes focused on the ground as she ambled around the sette to go over to the bed and stand by the space beside aemond, before she could move the covers aemond did it for her making me stare at the white sheets. She slowly climbed up on the bed pulling the covers over her legs and abdomen before laying on my back, she turned my head to the window across from her to see how dark it was outside.

Suddenly, the bed shift made her turn to look at Aemond before looking away when her eyes caught his nake back, she trained her eyes above as aemond moved around. Before she knew it the canopy surrounded the bed, she glanced over as aemond pulled the curtain back to get in bed again making to look away. Aemond settled in next to me she could feel his arms press against her own as he lay down.

She closed her eyes hoping sleep would find her, but as she lay there aemond shifts in the bed.

"You don't know what consummate is, do you," Aemond spoke in the dark making her stay silent, a chuckle filled the air between them, "I'm surprised you didn't ask, you were such a...curious little bird, swan." She open her eyes and turn to look at aemond, the light coming through the slit of the curtain made her able to see him laying on his side watching me.

"How do you know about it," Jaenara asks.

"The maester, mostly. But, I have been to the tapestries and among other places to know what I have to do." She nods slowly before looking away, "...I can tell you if you want," he says, she drags her eyes from the covers to him, and her throat constricts as she thinks.

"...why would you do that?" She asks meekly.

"You are my wife, why wouldn't I?" Even though it was dark her eyes looked over to Aemond's missing eye, she looked away when aemond shifted in the bed next to me, "...what happened to me doesn't affect you, it was your brother who did it, not you."

"Yes, but he is still my brother nonetheless. His sins are my sins." Aemond made a sound of disagreement.

"No, his sins are his sins, I hold no ill will towards you, dove." She sighs.

"My brother was protecting me, you would have done the same if Helaena was in my spot, would you not." Aemond was quiet, jaenara looked over at aemond as he lay on his side with his elbow keeping him up, she hoped she didn't make him angry, "Aemond?" She whispers gently calling out for him.

"...you are right I would have done way worse, but I still stand by my words, you shouldn't feel obligated to hold your brothers's sins. Not when they don't share your blood entirely." His words burned her ears, she sat up leaning against the headboard glaring at him through the dark.

"What does that suppose to me." She snaps.

"I think you know--"

"No, I don't." Jaenara resorted, her anger was slowly peaking she shouldn't let herself get angry, her brother warned her that aemond would do this, "....whatever I'm tired going to bed." She scoots back down on the bed and turns her back to aemond, she puts the cover on her chin as she closes her eyes to go to sleep.

"Jaenara." She stayed silent, "Jaenara, do not be like this...we still need to consummate--"

"You can do it by yourself." She resorted, it was quiet for a second before she heard aemond chortle making her furrow her brows.

"...silly dove, it must take two to perform this ritual, you must think of it like dancing...but in bed." Jaenara stayed quiet thinking, she was curious to ask more about it but her anger outweighed her curiosity, she wasn't in the mood to talk to him not after what he said, this night had already dragged on long enough all she wished was it to end.

"...jaenara, sweet dove..." she felt his hand grazes her arm, "...do you want me to apologize for what I said." He asked she remained quiet, there was no point in asking that if he wasn't going to mean it, "...jaenara, I'm sorry for what I said, I should have never said it."

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," Jaenara could feel the heat radiating off aemond as he moved closer.

"Can you find in your heart to forgive me, sweet dove?" She didn't reply she had two things nagging at her to go to sleep and ignore aemond, she growled lowly moving to lay on her back, and stared up at the bed.

"Why do you keep calling me that," She asked.

"What? Dove?" She nodded her head but when he didn't answer she spoke up.

"Yes."

"Oh, well...you remind me of a dove," he says making her turn her head to look at him.

"How so."

"Well, doves are considered kind and loyal birds, and you...remind me of them. You are sweet and loyal and  trustworthy and beautiful, that is why you are my sweet dove." She blinked dumbly in the dark speechless, he thought that of her, he thought she was beautiful.

"You think I'm...beautiful?" She turned to lie on my side.

"Of course, I do...who wouldn't your beauty outshine all the maidens in the seven kingdoms." He says, "You will have to be a fool to ignore it, but that is not why I wanted to marry you. It was your kindness that drew me, I will always remember what you did for me when I was a boy."

Jaenara knew what he was talking about, aemond and her don't share a lot of memories, not good ones anyway, but there was one time when she was young and aemond lost his egg. The poor baby wasn't strong enough and aemond was very upset about it the entire week, nothing could have brought up his mood, not sweets or new books not even going dragon riding with baelor. The boy was dolorous and aegon along with some of their other cousins didn't help when they picked on him about it, he took to spending his time alone and away from everyone. She always felt bad for him when she saw how sad he was about his egg, she knew how he felt. So, when his tenth nameday came around, she was given an egg by her aunt rhaelle and uncle when they heard her egg didn't hatch.

She gave up her egg to him as a gift, and he was shocked, to say the least when she gave away her egg. Jacerys along with their cousins and aegon said she was stupid for doing it. But, she didn't care she wanted aemond to be happy, not sad anymore, and he wasn't.

"I'm surprised you remember that," She said. 

"How can I forget it, you were the only one besides helaena and my mother who showed me any lick of kindness." Jaenara looks away shyly.

"I did what I felt was right, it was nothing," She says.

"You have no idea how wrong you are, sweet dove." He whispers back in the dark, "I want to show you how grateful I am that you showed me such kindness." He says as he moves to crawl over her.

[cielwritings]

Yandere Ciel and Sebastian x reader (poly) who doesn't mind (maybe even likes) them being yandere for them because reader was neglected/mistreated before meeting S&C and is glad to finally have someone who actually cares about them? Totally not projecting.

If this is too dark then I'm sorry. An alternate ask is S&C being isekai'd into a modern day omegaverse? Also poly Ciel and Sebastian x reader. 😺

Thank you in advance either way! I love all of your writing.

! Yandere Sebaciel x Mistreated!Reader !

no worries about something being too dark :) and thank you!

You were quite quiet when you and the two first met. Ciel ordered Sebastian things related to you. To help you open up, get comfortable, talk more, express your wants more..

Eventually, they got quite needy. At some point, Sebastian didn't need to be ordered. He did it out of kindness, which was shocking considering what he is. Ciel was satisfied with Sebastian, Sebastian being much more well behaved around him now.

Ciel developed feelings for the both of you. Sebastian caught on immediately to his feelings for you and himself. He gladly accepted his masters feelings. Now, you...

Ciel pretty much knew Sebastian liked you as well. Ciel considers Sebastian a dog in a derogatory sense, sure.. but he really was like a needy puppy. It reminds him of his dog whom he had also named Sebastian. Big and intimidating, all bark with Ciel but never bite, wanting to be affectionate but Ciel shutting him away...

These feelings only got stronger and more intense. Whenever they hinted their love for you, you didn't pick up on it. You were mistreated nearly your whole life. It could very well be your whole life, but of course you won't remember your toddler days...

You never knew what love was, so they would teach you.

But because you didn't know what love was, you didn't understand what they wanted. They wanted you to themselves, but you'd walk away, ignorant.

Ciel had to think. He came to the decision that forcefully keeping you was his best choice.

Locks. Everywhere. He ordered his servants to not let you leave, a pair of eyes on you at all times if you weren't in Ciel's bed with him. Even in the bathroom, someone stood outside under the bathrooms window, and someone stood outside the door.

Eventually, as they became more.. obvious, you started catching feelings too.

You upset Ciel one day.. unintentionally. You were out on a walk with him when someone commented on your outfit, saying it looked nice. You thanked them, and Ciel got upset. Only you should say such sweet things to Ciel, you should ignore outsiders, unworthy of even hearing a peep from you.

It was awkward and uncomfortable with Ciel by your side for the rest of the day. He'd be snugged up close, or standing nearby.

You two were tucked into bed by Sebastian, both of you getting affectionate pets goodnight. Ciel turned to face you, your eyes already half-lidded, sleepy. His hand ran through your hair.

"You are very pretty," he states, kissing the tip of your nose. "I.. adore you."

Unlike you, Ciel and Sebastian knew that it wasn't normal to keep you under close surveillance. Even if Sebastian didn't understand human morals, he understood what they were and why, but he couldn't bring himself to follow them. He couldn't understand why the things were what they were, and why they were bad.

Seeing you smile and awe at Ciel's protective, obsessive words.. concerned Sebastian, but he appreciated how easily swayed you were. Even Sebastian hasn't heard such words from Ciel. The way he looked at you, demanding you that you stay inside for the rest of the week, all because you stuck your hand outside of a window...

You'd kiss Ciel's cheek, obeying. You apologized, and asked for a hug as a further apology.

Reluctantly (out of shock), Ciel gave the hug. Sebastian had to pry you off because of the fact you refused to let go...

You were odd, sure... they may never understand, as you hadn't opened up. However, you're their little doll regardless.

[spookyghouly]

goodevening ghesties

i luckily tested negative for covid this morning meaning i was FINALLY free from quarantine isolation just in time to go to the ghost concert!! this is my 5th ritual in as many years and it may have been the best (though, you never forget your first 😉). here’s my ghost kia forum night 1 concert breakdown of best moments, in no particular order!

cumulus and aurora ghoulettes twirling each other, blowing kisses to each other, stroking each other’s cheeks. this one was for the dykes <3

popia, drawing out the ending to mary on a cross: “are you guys still saying cross?? I want you to say MARIJUANA!!!!!”

ABSOLUTION F U C K E D LIVE!!!!

Respite ALSO fucked like the BASS IN THE BEGINNING?? I FELT IT IN MY CHEST IN MY LUNGS, I THINK IT MADE MY HEART BEAT DIFFERENTLY. SOUL RESET. I almost cried when copia left the stage thinking about how this is probably my last time seeing him (I completely forgot the encore existed I was too swept up in It All ™ you know?)

Dancing Skeletons. They better release the film because I want to study it to learn their dance.

they had two stages set up, the normal one up front and a mini set up in the back with a grand piano and several chairs. more on that in a sec.

Seestor gave papa a boxing robe and gloves for “fighting” his way back from the small stage to the main stage. the crowd started barking at him to hype him up like he was actually about to enter a boxing ring lmaoo

when he got to the back stage papa said it was so nice to see the people in the back “in the stevie wonder seats” lmaoooo

then he said he wanted to bite us???? and had us all snarl at him like we were biting dogs. deranged behavior. love him.

okay no my true fav moment was the orchestral arrangement of if you have ghosts. it put me in such a throwback to the first ghost ritual I attended in london when he took time to introduce each band member just as ghoul. 5 years later and on another continent, it is an even more beautiful arrangement of the song. The band members were 2 cellists and a grand piano player—I couldn’t tell if the woman to the far right was playing a theremin or vocalizing—if anyone knows can you tell me?

the skeletons picked papa up at the stage right mini stage and had him like crowd surf on top of them all the way back to center stage it was AWESOME?? I hope they got a cool overhead shot of it for the recording.

they definitely knew we were all anxious he was dying tonight and there were many moments where papa faked us out that he was dying. after the first or second song he made a comment like “ah we are quickly approaching the end of this era” and later when he told us to “not be sad it’s almost over, you’ve had a good fucking time and then it must end” I couldn’t help but think he was talking about more than just the concert

on a related note, when the skeletons first came out in twenties they circled papa and I think it was a deliberate fake out/homage to when he ascended in mexico city last year when the nuns circled him.

met many delightful ppl giving away handmade bracelets, stickers, and trinkets, as well as someone who had scooped up a bunch of mummy dust bucks from the confetti gun and was passing them out by the exit 🥰💜 u people made my day

anyway here’s that haul:

this has been the update from new plushia at the forum, goodnight folks!

[niki-phoria]

hi! can i request sunghoon x taller m!reader? where sunghoon's comes one night while reader is just working on something (like writing an essay or working on a project ot smth) and just crashes on readers lap tired and wanting to be held after such a long tiring day?

i also just wanna say i appreciate you for actively posting for m!reader content, there isn't a whole lot of it out there so gems like you should very much be appreciated more! ty and have a nice day! 🫶

pairing: sunghoon x taller!male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: comfort word count: 850

includes: briefly sad sunghoon, reader works an unspecified job but he's tired bc aren't we all, reader is implied to be taller than sunghoon but it's not really mentioned

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i love this idea sm, i hope you like it :))

requests open !! read my rules first

your feet ache as you shove your phone into your hoodie pocket. the scratchy material of your work uniform irritates your skin as you sigh. “goodnight y/n!” your manager calls as you push the glass door open. the bell above you chimes, letting in a rush of cold air around you. 

“goodnight,” you wave. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” she smiles brightly at you as you leave. it shuts behind you with a small click. unfortunately, her cheerful attitude doesn’t rub off on you in the same way as you trudge through the empty city streets back to your apartment. 

the elevator dings as the doors slide open in front of you. your bag weighs heavy on your shoulders as you walk past the same monotone doors you see everyday. you jump slightly when you notice someone pacing in front of your apartment door. their steps are hurried and small as they circle around. 

your fear dissipates when you begin to recognize the figure as you approach. sunghoon stands with his hands buried deep into his pockets and a hood pulled up to conceal his identity as much as possible. “sunghoon?”

he startles when you call his name, turning to face you. dried tear streaks on his cheeks become visible when you approach. “y/n,” he whispers. his voice is quiet and small; as if he’s worried someone will hear him. 

“hey,” you murmur. you wrap your arms around his waist as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. he grips the fabric of your hoodie tightly as he clings to you. you rub a gentle hand against his back, holding him tightly against your body. “come on,” you whisper, pulling away just enough so sunghoon has space to walk beside you. “let’s go inside.”

“right,” he sniffles. “sorry.”

“don’t be.” you wrap your arm around his waist as you guide him inside before clicking the light on. sunghoon wanders over to your couch, stiffly sitting down by the corner. you toss your keys and phone aside on your kitchen counter before walking over to sit beside him. you reach over, gently coaxing sunghoon closer to you once again. he curls into your arms almost immediately, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and hiding his face into your neck once again. “do you want to talk about it?” you whisper. 

“it’s just…” sunghoon takes a shaky breath before shaking his head. “i had a bad day. i had a hard time with the choreography and then we had to record and…” he sighs. “it’s been a very long, very bad day.”

“okay honey,” you murmur. “do you need anything? a blanket? water?”

“just wanna lay here with you.“

“we can do that too.” you lean down to press a kiss against his forehead, continuing to rub a comforting hand against his back. “we can lay here and watch dramas and eat snacks all night until you fall asleep. does that sound good?”

sunghoon simply hums against you. the noise is muffled against your clothing, though you can just barely make it out. you bring your hand up to rake through the soft strands of his hair, twisting the strands between your fingers. he relaxes against you at the feeling. slowly, his breathing evens out until his eyes flutter closed. 

“hoon,” you whisper. he shifts just enough to look up at you through half-lidded eyes. “come on. let’s go change and then we can lay down in bed together under the blankets. i’ll massage your shoulders and we can do your skincare. doesn’t that sound nice?” 

sunghoon nods, sleepily letting you help him up. your arm remains tightly around his waist as you guide him to your bedroom. he all but collapses onto your bed, curling up over the covers. you stifle a chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. 

you tug your work uniform off quickly; discarding the scratchy fabric and jeans in favor of an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. you toss the dirtied clothes aside before returning to sunghoon’s side, rubbing a hand against his back. “sit up,” you instruct. 

he sleepily lets you remove his jacket before you give him one of your shirts to wear - one of his favourites from your closet. it hands loosely off of his figure as he moves to lay underneath your blankets. you reach over, turning your tv on and switching the channel to play reruns of a random drama. the plot quickly is forgotten as sunghoon moves over to you, adjusting so his head is resting against your chest. you lean down to press a kiss against his forehead before tucking your chin over his head. 

“i love you,” sunghoon lets out a content sigh as he whispers. 

“i love you too,” you smile. you bring a hand up to brush through his hair, playing with the strands. “i’m glad you came to me today.”

sunghoon reaches over to grab your hand before intertwining your fingers together. he plays with your hands as he relaxes further into your hold. “i am too.”

[stayteezdreams]

Headcanons: First Dates (Maknae Line)

Headcanons: First dates with Stray Kids members

Pairings: Stray Kids (Maknae Line) x Gn!Reader

(Hyung Line Version)

Warnings: Nothing :)

Han (Movie in the park)

Han went back and forth trying to decide what to do on your first date.

Before finally decided to choose a movie, but not just a boring theater movie, but a movie in the park.

Large projector screen, personal speaker, sitting in the grass on some comfy pillows with all the snacks and drinks you could need.

You had never seen anything like it, and Han was ecstatic that it went over well with you.

He wished he had taken a photo of your face when you saw it, he would have framed it.

After buying all your snacks and drinks, the two of you settled down, snacks in your laps as you laughed and joked with giddy excitement.

You went between being engrossed in the movie, to making jokes, causing the two of you to bury your heads in the pillows as you laughed, as to not disturb those around you.

About half way through the movie, you moved to lying down beside each other, propped up on some pillows, shoulders brushing.

Han was nervous about this, noticing the closeness, and almost forgetting to breath because of it.

At one point you allowed yourself the bravery of moving your head to rest on his shoulder, and you felt Han freeze up.

You almost pulled away, afraid you were making him uncomfortable. But before you could, you felt him adjust himself and move his arm so you could rest on him further.

You gave him a sweet smile, and he melted, his heart pounding in his chest like crazy.

Surprisingly, after the movie and all the snacks you had eaten, you were still a bit hungry.

So you stopped and got some ramyeon, and ate it on the walk home.

When you got to your house, he made sure you got in safe, and asked if you'd go out with him again.

You said yes with a bright smile, and bid him goodnight with a kiss on the cheek (that would keep him up all night)

-

Felix (Homemade dinner and games)

Felix invited you over to have dinner with him. But he voiced his nervousness at possibly messing it up, so you asked if maybe you should do it together.

He loved this idea, and bought everything for a nice dinner (with the added addition of having kicked everyone out of the dorm for the evening)

You showed up early, and the two of you started playing some music while you cooked.

You sang along and turned it into a small karaoke session.

The cooking went really well and the two of you couldn't stop stealing cute glances, and smiles at each other, often catching each others gazes causing you too giggle and flush with shyness.

When you finished cooking, Felix set up the table and the two of you dug in, quickly realizing you had gone a bit overboard and made wayyy to much food.

The food came out amazing, and Felix kept making comments about how good of a team you made, and that you'd have to do this again some time (he was not very subtle, it was cute).

You ate as much as you could manage before putting it away and going into Felix room where he showed you his gaming set up.

The two of you ended up playing co-op games together for the rest of the evening (Felix happily taught you the games you didn't know how to play)

You ended up staying really late, finally hearing the other's come back, and seeing that the sun had gone down long ago.

Leaving, though reluctantly, the two of you made plans to go get breakfast the next morning (which would lead to you spending most of the day together)

-

Seungmin (Movie Night)

Seungmin wasn't particularly interested in having a public date as your first date, and after some thought decided to have a cute move night at home.

You two had been friends for long enough that it wouldn't be weird, and it would be a nice excuse to be close to you.

He made the couch as comfy as possible, kicked out the other members, made popcorn, got your favorite snacks, and some of your favorite movies.

When you showed up, you were in comfy clothes and he couldn't help but think you looked adorable.

After a long debate on what to watch first (which was mostly Seungmin just being an unnecessary tease) you finally settled down on the couch and begun.

You ended up not even watching most of the movie, as you and Seungmin couldn't stop talking and fighting (with food) for long enough to pay attention.

After the first movie ended you ordered some food and ate together while watching some episodes of your favorite show.

Eventually the others returned and silently fled to their rooms to let you two still be alone (and because of the threatening daggers Seungmin threw at them with his eyes)

The whole evening felt so comfortable and nice it felt like time wasn't even passing.

Not until your eyes started to get heavy and your body tired.

Seungmin noticed, and invited you to sleep over (he offered to take the couch), but you thought that might be a bit much for the first official date.

So instead, he took you home (not wanting you to be alone so late at night).

You gave him a long hug good night before parting ways, making plans to go out to eat the next day.

-

I.N. (Aquarium)

I.N kept what you were doing for your first date a secret, trying to hide it from you as long as possible, even so much as to covering your eyes as you entered the building.

When you got inside and he removed his hands, you looked up to see you were surrounded by dark blue walls and water filled tanks.

You realized instantly that he had gotten you two admission to the newly opened aquarium in the city.

The two of you had talked about it when you first noticed the building under construction, you had almost forgotten about it.

You grinned excitedly at him and he quickly took your hand and drug you along.

Your butterflies were heavy in your stomach, but you hid them well with excitement.

The two of you made your way slowly through the aquarium, taking time to look into every tank and see the astounding amount of fish and creatures inside.

"Look, it's you!" You said, pointing at a silvery white guppy fish.

He chuckled before pointing to a clown fish in another tank "Look, it's you!"

"Hey!"

You spent more time at the penguin exhibit than most of the others, as you couldn't help but watch them for ages.

You named some of hem after the other members based on how they were acting.

Finally making your way to the end, you wandered around the gift shop, deciding to both buy each other something.

When you left the aquarium, you exchanged gifts, having hidden them from each other before.

You were both surprised and amused, when you handed each other penguin plushies at the same time.

He had gotten you a small fuzzy baby penguin, and you had gotten him an emperor penguin plush.

You decided to name them Changbin and Hyunjin respectively.

After the aquarium, you went and ate lunch together, talking about how you already wanted to go back to the aquarium (and making plans too do so)

xx

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[gentaro-kinniecom]

It all started with a cup of coffee

Characters: Fareeha Amari (Pharah)/fem!reader

C/w: modern au!, you work as a barista with lena (tracer), fluff-ish, suggestive, romantic scenes, Fareeha flirts w you <3, first person pov! [Not proofread]

A/n: I love women. Muah; Im still working on those love and deepspace fics..im just so busy with college stuff pls :,( anyways enjoy 😋

The coffee shop was unusually busier today, I groaned as the sight of the huge line outside grew with each minute that passed. Why did my shift had to be during lunch hour? I passed by the line of impatient customers, some angry at me (since they thought I was a cutting customer), and opened the door, my co-worker sighed in relief as she glanced my way. It seemed we’re understaffed today..

“What took you so long?” She asked, handing me my apron adorned with cute buttons, one of them being a pride flag, which people stared at it rather than me most times. Lena was regularly energetic, but today’s demand was so exhausting to the point where her usual smile faded in the back while preparing orders.

“Traffic. Go and take a break, you’ve more than enough have earned it.” She tried to complain about it, saying how I needed help taking and doing orders, but I insisted, giving her a slight push towards the break room while flashing me a smile.

Hours passed after taking customer’s orders alongside Lena that I didn’t notice it was already 5:30pm, we usually close at 7 but since tomorrow was a free day due to a small holiday event in town, the shop owner was nice enough to change the hour until 6pm for today. I began sweeping the floor and cleaning some tables when the small bell of the shop rang suddenly

“Would you mind taking their order? I have to take out the trash and finish up in the back” Lena asked as I looked up nodding and smiling her way before standing behind the register, not noticing who was in front of me.

“I’ll take a small cappuccino and the last vanilla cupcake” The voice sounded so familiar..I finally looked up to see my crush and classmate, Fareeha Amari. Her hair was messy in an attractive way and adorned with golden accessories. She smiled while meeting my gaze, knowing I had recognized her

“Fareeha? From Calculus class? It’s been a while” I said, writing her name on the cup and starting the coffee steamer.

“I’m glad you remembered, although almost no one in college now days don’t even take the time to know their professor’s names.”-there was a pause, she fetched her phone after it rang twice, apologizing before continuing-“I’ve been meaning to talk with you for a while now” Fareeha thanked me before taking small sips in between our current conversation. While I finished up on cleaning, Fareeha sat down, scrolling through some videos or social media in general.

When it came the time to close, she wished me a goodnight and left, then I noticed. She had left behind a note, her phone number was neatly written in her lovely handwriting. I quickly dialed the number, keeping the small paper in my pocket. Lena’s girlfriend, Emily, came to pick her up, they offered me a ride home but I decided to walk, thanking them while heading towards the subway.

In the morning, I decided to finally reach out to her after a long night of debating it. It’s all fun and games until Fareeha finds out the name her contact on my phone is. Nothing fancy, just ‘Pharah’, with a heart emoji on the side. Sitting down on the countertop, I reached for my phone, sighing while typing..

“Good morning! It’s Y/n, how are you?” As I awaited a reply from her, I began to prepare breakfast while trying not to think much about the text. To my surprise, my phone pinged, ‘1 message from Pharah♡’. I unlocked my phone, my heart accelerating within the second.

“Hey~! I’m doing good, better now that you texted me..by any chance are you going to tonight’s festival?” Oh? The question caught me off guard for a moment as I finished eating. Yes, I was planning to go alone however, if she’s inviting me, I wouldn’t mind.

“I have nothing better to do honestly, I’d love to go, why? You’re inviting~?” I asked, placing my phone on the counter of the vanity while going to take a shower. As I finished, my phone began to ring; Fareeha was calling me. I sighed upon seeing it was just a normal call and not facetime

“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to pick up. And to answer your question, yes, I’m inviting you out.” I grabbed my clothes, leaving the bathroom as I replied.

“Oh~? So like a date then?” There was a small paused before Fareeha chuckled,

“You’re cute, if you want it to be a date, I wouldn’t be opposed to it” Setting down my phone on my bed now, I started to dress myself before replying to her

“Sure~! Does 5pm sound good for you?”

“It’s perfect, I’ll pick you up too, just send me your address, see you” With that, she hung up. I then texted her my location; going on about my day until the time came for her to pick me up. A sudden knock on my door made me realize it was already 4:50pm, she even arrived 10 minutes early..I got up, reaching for the door and opening it

“Hi beautiful, you ready to go?” Fareeha asked, leaning against the doorframe with one arm as I smiled, taking in how good she looked

“I’ll go grab my purse, be right back!” While gathering my stuff, the realization dawned upon me, she was flirting with me, like we’ve been doing even before yesterday. I guess I was too distracted or oblivious to notice

“Thanks for waiting~” Our hands intertwined, walking out of the apartment complex, and toward her blue McLaren, the sides had a streak of gold, it looked beautiful. Fareeha opened the door for me, though the ride wasn’t that long, in 10 to 15 minutes we had already arrived to the event. It was late enough to go back for my jacket, I would’ve never thought it would be cold tonight. Fareeha seemed to notice as she quickly handed over her own

“If you were cold, you should’ve asked for my jacket, sweetheart” I nearly melted at her words, holding her hand while grabbing her jacket as we walked. I couldn’t help but stare at her now glossy lips as she applied some lipstick while letting go of my hand, only to quickly grab it as she smiled, eyes wandering from my eyes to my lips.

“I didn’t want to bother you” My voice was but a mere whisper, still, it made Fareeha laugh softly. We soon entered one of the restaurants around the block.

“Never, in fact, I’d love for you to ask for my things. My jacket suits you well” I nod, ordering a beverage along with something to eat together as Fareeha continued to stare at me, almost lovingly. After eating with her, we walked around town. She wouldn’t let me pay for anything, even with us getting matching key chains for our phones.

“You didn’t have to..don’t tell me you have a thing for spoiling people?” I inquired half jokingly, returning home with her. Fareeha’s hand gripped the steering wheel while the other rested on my thigh

“Only to people I really like..have you gotten the hint yet, or do I have to be more..direct with my feelings?” She teasingly spoke, parking nearby my apartment as I took off my seatbelt, looking over as she tried leaving the car. I grabbed her hand, leaning towards her

“What is it that you truly desire then? Go on, I’m all ears” A cocky smile appeared on her face, making me falter my grip when suddenly, Fareeha took hold of my hands, pushing me slowly against my seat.

“You hate it when I tease you yet..you’re out here playing games with me, honey”

“Okay and~? What’re you gonna do about it? Her lips crashed onto mine like a dream. It was as if tonight everything came to light. My hands caressed her face softly, leaning more into the kiss while Fareeha grabbed my hair, gently tugging it after parting away

“What~? Don’t tell me you’re speechless now?” I chuckled, my hand in hers; soon we left her car, upon arriving to my apartment, I kissed her goodnight. I couldn’t help but think of Fareeha throughout the entire night.

Months passed by, and I can proudly sat that my relationship with her has grown. To the point of moving in together a few months after she asked me to be her girlfriend. I was currently making breakfast, looking out the window to see the sky during the early afternoon. Hands suddenly wrapped around my waist as I smiled

“Good afternoon my love, sleep well?” Fareeha nodded gently, kissing my cheek while grabbing some orange juice from the fridge.

“Mhm, I never thought my dreams of having a life with you would become real, not that I’m complaining” She smiled, taking two glasses of orange-printed cups and pouring juice. At good timing too since I was done with breakfast. We sat together in the dinning table; Fareeha read the newspaper as I scrolled through some social media

“Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to visit the botanical garden last week?” She said, breaking the comfortable silence while taking our dishes back to the kitchen

“Yes, but, don’t you have to call and reserve beforehand? It’s not like we can show up without anything” Fareeha chuckled, after washing our plates, she went towards our shared bedroom and took out an envelope. Inside were two tickets for the garden

“You didn’t think I already planned ahead, right~?” I smiled, wrapping my arms around her as a small ‘thank you’. I couldn’t help but admire her eyes, the way her hair fell down onto her face…

“You’re staring..do I have something?” She looked concerned but I just laughed, kissing her softly, almost catching her off guard. Her hands quickly traveled towards my waist

“I just like staring at you, my beautiful girlfriend”

[brightlycoloredteacups]

Arthur Be Damned

Pairing: Orm Marius x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Orm has the hots for Arthur's big sister, and it looks like she's got the hots for him too.

She was Arthur's big sister, and Arthur was doing his big brother duty by ordering Orm to stay away from her. Orm agreed entirely. Getting together with his brother’s older sister would be messy, to say the least. It started as nothing more than a silly little crush. A pretty girl flashed a brilliant smile towards him, patched him up and fed him because he and Arthur had to hide out for a while. He would get over it soon enough. Six months had passed since the initial agreement that Orm would stay away from her, and he was more in love with the woman now than he ever dreamed he could be. 

She was nothing like Arthur. She was quiet, introspective. Having had a hard life living with her mother, her smiles didn't come easily. When she spoke, Arthur listened and did what he was told. There was a deep sense of respect on Arthur's part for his big sister that Orm admired. She was neat, orderly, efficient. When Orm fantasized about being king, she was his queen. Regal and unwavering. He was desperate for her attention.

He did menial chores to compensate. He was bad at it at first, but he picked it up quick enough. He always went grocery shopping with her. She was on the shorter side, so getting items on higher shelves was an issue. Not to mention feeding two grown Atlanteans in their prime required a lot of food. He made sure to wear tighter, more flattering shirts to show off his muscles as he hauled bags upon bags up the driveway to the kitchen. He thanked her, complimented her, and anything else he could think of just to get her to look his way.

The benefits of being stuck in a small home with the woman of his dreams every day for six months were numerous. The one he liked best was the fact that he could observe her in silence. He spent an unabashed amount of time watching her. She noticed him doing it to. She made snide comments before when Arthur snapped at her for wearing revealing clothing. She simply laughed in Arthur’s face and said, “I have to make sure to put on a show for Orm. He’s always staring.” If his staring bothered her, she hadn’t said anything.

He learned so many things about her in such a short amount of time he felt like his head was stuffed full. In fact, despite the desperate circumstances he and Arthur were in, all he thought about was Arthur’s sister. She had a matcha latte and a bagel every morning. The topping on the bagel were different day to day but often it was peanut butter and banana. She was a university student in her last years of school, what she studied he couldn’t make heads or tales of . He just understood that it was frustrating. He also knew, the more frustrated she was, the more likely she was to play loud “nasty” music just liked the music coming from her room now.          

Orm looked up the stairs, wondering if he should try and comfort her. She didn’t seem a woman that would enjoy his company when stressed, but he hadn’t seen her at all that day. She had been up since before the break of dawn and remained shut in her room the rest of the day. He would die if he didn’t at least tell her good night. What if she didn’t like him though? He couldn’t just go up there and knock on her door to say goodnight, sleep well…could he? She had to like him just a little. Arthur was her brother, but she spent less time with him than she did with Orm. She smiled at him more, sought him out first after missions to make sure he was ok. It felt like she was choosing him. She could just be trying to be nice; he reasons. On the other hand, if she was trying to be nice, why didn’t she ever comfort Arthur the way she comforted him?

He isn’t sure how long he stares up, but when he hears a thump, he’s running to the second floor, two steps at a time. He calls her name, panicked. Banging on her bright yellow door, he calls for her again. “I’m ok!” She calls to him, sounding just as panicked as he feels. “I’m fine.” He hears scrambling and another thump; the music cuts off abruptly. She opens the door, flashing him a ‘see I’m fine smile’. She looks in disarray. Her hair fluffier, as if she’d been sleeping, her tight shirt slightly raised to show the chub of her belly, her shorts showing her meaty things. Once again, he’s plagued by thoughts of being squeezed by those thighs. “I heard a bang,” he says, looking past her and into the room. “Are you alright, did you trip?” She was a woman of poise, rarely tripping over herself. “I’m alright,” She reiterates, “I just knocked something over, that’s all.” Orm’s blue eyes snap back to her, she gives him another smile, sheepish, telling him to go away, everything is fine, just fine. That’s when the smell hits him.

Orm understood that surface people went through a mating season, not unlike Atlanteans. A human female’s season was short, about a week. They made up for the short season by going through it once a month. He took her appearance in again, and somehow managed to leap to a conclusion. She was relieving her heat herself. That thump must have been a tool of some kind, and she dropped it in the throws of passion. Orm felt himself harden instantly at the thought, he wanted to know what tool it was that had her so flushed with pleasure, he wanted to use it on her. Her sheepish smile falters as his stare becomes intense. `

“Orm are you ok?” She reaches out to him, grabs his arm, he can’t help but to step inside her room, pull her close to him and take a deep breath. Damn, that sent short circuited his brain. “Orm?” Her voice is soft, laced with confusion, but not alarm. “Arthur doesn’t like the thought of us being together,” Orm tells her, unwilling to stop the confession about to pour forth from him “But Arthur be damned. I want you; I’ve wanted you since the first moment I met you, more than I’ve ever wanted another.” She squirms in his arms, but he doesn’t let go, can’t let go, not yet. “These past six months have been nothing but a fever dream of yearning. I don’t just want to fuck you on every available surface, I want to kiss you, hold your hand. I want to take you to Atlantis and show you all its wonders. I want you to explain the surface world to me. I want to get lost in you until the end of our days.”

“Orm-” he cuts her off, “But I understand our dynamic is strange,” Orm finds the strength to let go of her. He feels stupid, weak, embarrassed. He hadn’t meant to lay his soul bear to her, but she just brought it out of him. He was madly in love with her. “We share a brother, and he’s uncomfortable with the thought of us together. I only needed you to know I have strong feelings for you. If you reject me, I accept. I want nothing more than for you to be happy.” He feels his heart give a painful squeeze. He knows there’s no way she’d accept him. Arthur was her brother, Orm was nothing less than a disgraced prince. But he had to tell her, he couldn’t go on living without at least telling her his secret. Damn her for making him so weak.    

She reaches for him, takes his hand in hers, tugs him closer. It’s the most natural thing in the world, bending down to kiss her. He’s thrilled when she wraps her arms around his neck and receives him. He takes his time kissing her, exploring her soft lips, playfully nibbling, and nipping, enjoying her girlish giggling. When they finally pull back, both are smiling stupidly at the other. “What about Arthur?” Orm asks, the king of Atlantis is going to be pissed at this new development. “It’s like you said, Arthur be damned.” Orm took it as permission to dip down and kiss her again.            

Somewhere in the haze Orm manages to close the door, walk her across the room, and get her on the bed. He hovers over her, unwilling to move too far from her lips. He spends eternity kissing her, wanting to tell her how much he loves her. It’s too early for that, he thinks, I don’t want to seem desperate. In a shocking turn of events, she flips him over onto his back, settles herself on his hips, both letting out gasps when she brushes his erection. He rests his hands on her hips as she regards him. Her wild hair seems wilder now, her eyes glimmering with mirth. She’s smirking down at him, and he swears he’s died on gone to paradise. 

It’s strange how little she looks like Arthur. Arthur was tall, tan with brown hair, green eyes, and a shit eating grin. She was much shorter, reaching the bottom of Orm’s sternum. Steady and solidly built, her skin was darker by a few shades than Arhtur’s, she had brown eyes, and her hair was black, curly, and wild.

She finds the hem of his shirt and starts to tug it up, he sits up and raises his arms. The shirt goes up and over his head. When she presses him back down, he doesn’t resist. Her eyes roam up and down his body. He knew he was fit, he spent all his life training and fighting. He had a few scars here and there. Shockingly he starts feeling self-conscious. He forces himself to stay still for her. He wants to flex, to tell her in the right lighting, he looks like a god, honest he does. She rakes her nails down his chest, catching a nipple in the progress. He damn near loses his mind. The term ‘monkey brain’ suddenly begins to make sense. Rational thought is slowly leaving him as his desire to put his cock in her nearly takes over. It’s her contented sigh and the “You’re so handsome Orm,” that brings him crashing back into himself. Handsome! He’s so handsome at that. She leans over him pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, his chin. Things get a little naughty when she reaches his neck.

He grunts at the sudden pleasure over her teeth nipping at his skin. He turns his head for her, and she manages to find a place at the junction of his jaw and behind his ear that has him fisting the sheets. He rolls his hips upward involuntarily, seeking any kind of friction. She giggles and laves attention on the spot, sucking a dark mark onto his skin. He’s so wrapped up in what her mouth is doing he isn’t aware that a hand slips beneath the band of his pants until he feels her fingers on his cock. He must let out a strange noise when she squeezes the middle of his member because she immediately removes her hand, much to his displeasure, and pops up looking panicked. “I’m sorry!”

He shakes his head, too confused to answer her. She gets off him, but before she can get too far from him, he grabs her hand. All he can manage is a strained, “Continue.” Her brows furrow, unsure if she should listen. He swallows thickly, “Please,” He manages, “Please, I need you. I was just shocked, that’s all.”

“You sounded like I stabbed you Orm,” He shakes his head. “I don-, I don’t know what sound I made, but I can assure you, it was one of pleasure. I didn’t think I’d ever have the opportunity to…to do this kind of thing with you. I’m a little overwhelmed.”  He runs his thumb across the back of her hand in reassurance. She hesitates a little too long for his liking. “Do you not want this?” He asks, perhaps he’d read the situation wrong and she was having second thoughts. “I do.” She tells him, finally relaxing, he relaxes as well, flopping back down on the bed with a sigh of relief. “Please,” he begs her, “Please.”

She does as he asks, hooks her fingers underneath the band of his pants and, with his help, shimmies them down his hips. Flinging them somewhere in her room, she has a full view of him. He wants nothing more than to shy away from her, to cover himself up from her piercing gaze. He shouldn’t have initiated such an intimate moment so quickly. “Jesus Orm, you’re perfect.” Perfect, the word echoes around in his skull as she kneels before him. Jesus, a deity surface people call out, as a curse or a prayer. Orm, his name. Perfect, a reference to him. When she thinks of perfection, she thinks of him, his nakedness, his body. He’s satisfactory looking to her, more than that, he’s perfect. All the incoherent ramblings going on in his skull cease the moment she grabs his cock once again. He makes the same strangled sound, but this time, she simply pauses instead of moving away from him.

Her clasped hand moves up his cock, down, and up once more. He can no longer force himself to stay still, fuck he couldn’t even force himself to stay quiet. “Oh, now you see, that sounds better.” She teases him. He manages to prop himself up on his elbows to look at her. She’s smiling at him. She stops again, and he wants to curse, but she rests her cheek on his knee a look overcoming her features. He can’t tell what it is, but he never wants her to stop. Lazily she squeezes him, begins pumping slowly as she looks into his eyes. There’s something there, something more than lust, something…loving. I’m going to do it; I’m going to tell her I love her. He doesn’t get the chance. She presses a kiss to his knee, then further up his thigh, then a little further up. Yes, his monkey brain screams, understanding what’s happening before he does. Yes, put it in your mouth, oh Poseidon, put my cock in your mouth.

She works her way to the base of his cock, head an angry scarlet, weeping with precum. She licks a stripe from base to tip, catching a bead of white on her tongue. He’s fascinated by the sight, watches her swallow then pop the tip in her mouth and give a strong suck. His hips jerk upwards involuntarily. She merely giggles and continues to suck him. He watches as she moves herself into a better position over him, free hand resting on his hip. He immediately takes it, entwines their fingers, settling onto his back for a third time. His mind clears as she continues her ministrations, getting lower and lower on his cock as time goes by.

What she can’t reach with her mouth, she reaches with her hand. Orm’s head, for once in his life, is completely empty. There are no duties he has to attend to, no imagined slights he has to nurse an injury for, no jealousies to consider. It’s just him, the women between his knees, and the unceasing waves of pleasure. He’s vocal, calling out her name, begging her not to stop, oh please, he needs this, please, pretty please, oh please, ohpleaseohpleASEOHPLEASE. Yes. The tight coil in his gut snaps as his orgasm rips through him. He’s aware of the noises he makes, of the giggles, of his hips jerking hard. He relaxes, lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, then finally opens his eyes to stare at the ceiling.

She moves again to straddle him. Brushing a heated cheek with her thumb he finally as the courage to look at her. “You ok?” She asks, “That seemed a little intense.” He wants to snap back at her, ask her how she would feel if the woman she was lusting after just gave her the best head she’d ever had. Instead, he sits up and kisses her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. That’s when the scent hits him again, her arousal. It seems more intense now, sweeter than anything he’s ever smelled. He helps her get rid of her clothes in a quick fashion, pushes her on her back and stares open at her nakedness. If she had any reservations, hesitations, or anything else, she didn’t show it.

Orm understood that, whether for aesthetic purposes or cultural purposes, humans took their body modifications personally. Arthur had tattoos that represented his culture through his father’s line, Arthur’s sister didn’t have ink, she had jewels. He allows his eyes to roam her body freely, tracing a path from her chin, down her neck, to a nipple. Two little balls rested on either side, he tugged gently, curious as to the meaning of such a thing. He doesn’t linger, there’s too much of her he wants to explore and he’s reasonably confident he’ll have time to stare at her all he wants in the future. His hand trails downward to the shiny green piercing that rested in her belly button. He glosses over it, a half though forming in his mind that a pearl should be nestled there. As his hands travel lower, she adjusts herself, opening her legs to him. She’s got nothing to hide, and he loves her all the more for it.

His fingers slip past the curls of her pussy and plunge inside, eager to see her come undone just as quickly as she’d undid him. She’s wet. His ego takes a hit when he realizes she’s wet because of what she was doing before he interrupted her, but he doesn’t let that stop him. He pumps two fingers in and out experimentally, knowing the basics of what he was doing. She was quick to correct him. “Angle them upwards more.” He does so. That first little whimper damn near does him in. “Your thumb.” She breathes, He looks down at his hand, what about it? Was it in the way. “Use it.” He has to pause and think, how did he use his thumb?

“Have you never fingered a girl before?” Her question is gentle, unjudgmental. “I haven’t exactly had time to practice.” He admits, flushing red for different reasons now. “Here, let me.” She maneuvers his hand the way she wants it, two fingers angled up, his thumb on another piece of jewelry. “That’s my clit,” She explains when she places his thumb there. “It’s a very important piece of anatomy. Makes a woman see stars. If ever you’re with someone, and they aren’t getting there in a timely manner, I can say with much confidence if you put some sort of stimulation on it, they’ll cum in a few moments.” He wants to make a cute retort that she’s ruined all others for him, but he’s eager to absorb the lesson she’s trying to teach him. “If you ever eat a girl out, that’s where you’ll want to focus your mouth. Now, go ahead and move your fingers in and out, making sure to apply pressure upwards, and use your thumb as leverage on my clit when you move out. If you can remember, move it up and down or in circles while moving in an out.”

It’s all so clinical, he thinks, so impersonal. This isn’t how this is supposed to go. She knew exactly how to please him without so much as an utterance from him. Here he was receiving an entire lecture. But you’ll be better for it, he tells himself, you’re learning how to please her directly from the source. She isn’t letting you fumble through it, she’s giving you direction, that way next time you know what the hell you’re doing. A smaller voice he chose to beat back asked him if he was so sure there would be a next time. He starts over, doing as she instructed. Pressure in two places, nice and easy, in and out. This time, she reacts, groaning and rolling her hips to meet his fingers.

He falls into a steady rhythm. She wriggles beneath him, and he watches intently as she moves. Her walls flutter around his fingers and he feels himself harden and begin to leak once more. He’s enraptured by the vision beneath him. Eventually a sheen of sweat forms on her skin, making her glow in the light that filled the room. He leans forward, unable to resist kissing her any longer. She tries to kiss him back, but she’s too busy chasing her release, so he opts for open mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach, cheek, shoulder, anywhere. Before long, her hips begin to stutter, her walls clamp down on his fingers in a rhythm all their own. She calls his name over and over, like a prayer. It soothes the hit his ego took earlier. When she’s finished, she pushes his hand away, the sensation becoming too much. His hand is soaked in her slick, that wonderful smell overwhelming him once more.

Unsure of how to proceed, he wipes his hand on his leg as best he could and lays next to her, watching her heavy breathing become normal once more. His cock aches with the want to enter her, but she made no moves to take things that far. Eventually she steadies, and he begins to press kisses to her skin once more. She turns her head to capture his lips in a kiss. It’s lazy, unchaste, all tongues and nips and nibbles. He could spend an eternity there, but she begins to cling to him in a way his subconscious understands as her wanting more. He dares to roll on top of her and settle between her legs.

He manages to pull away from her and trail kisses down her neck as she’d done before. He tries desperately to find that magical spot on her neck that she found on him but couldn’t do it before she called his name. He stops immediately. It’s time to go, their little tryst has come to an end. Arhtur is going to be home any second and they have to compose themselves, no matter how much his balls ached to be emptied again. “Please,” she says, bringing him in for another scorching kiss. “Please, I want you.” The desperation behind her words almost kills him. He pulls back, not to be a tease, but he wanted to get something straight. In his mind, it was one thing to pleasure each other using mouths and hands, it was a different thing entirely to be joined so intimately. He beings his final confession.

“I love you,” He says, “In all the Seven Kingdoms, in all the world, there’s no one I want more than you. No one I desire to be with more. I’ll only continue if you feel the same way.”

“I love you too, Orm.” It’s the way it falls from her lips without hesitation, the earnestness in her tone, the softness of her smile. This was what made him believe her. His face breaks out into the biggest smile he ever managed. “Yeah?” She nods, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, kissing him for the umpteenth time. He wriggles around for a few moments, using a free hand to slide effortlessly into her. They both groan as he slides all the way in. He can’t explain it, but he’s weak in the best way possible. He wants to collapse on top of her and remain sheathed inside her for eternity. This is right. He belongs with this woman. The universe aligned everything just so he could meet this woman and love her.

His pace is slow to start. He doesn’t want things to end too quickly, but it seems she has other plans. She begins to match his easy pace thrust for thrust. Both of their grunts and whimpers got lost in the others’. An ‘oh Orm,’ was coupled with an ‘oh yes,’ which in turn was followed by ‘right there’ and ‘don’t stop’. All too soon Orm found himself speeding up, just a little, chasing that release. From the way her walls fluttered around his cock, he hoped she was close too. “Orm, thumb, please.” She whispers, clinging to him. Through the haze of pleasure, he manages to find enough wits to place his thumb on her clit and began to rub. Her legs wrap around his waist, bringing him impossibly deeper. By this time neither could tell which grunt belonged to who, who was begging for the other harder. They were lost in each other, and when they climaxed, it was together. Both their hips jerked erratically, each chasing their release, lamenting that the pleasure was over too soon.

Orm collapses on top of her. She brings her arms around him, scraping her fingers over the back of his scalp with one hand, and running the other up and down his back. He softened slowly inside her as they both bask in the afterglow. In the back of his mind, Orm knows Arthur is going to be pissed. But it’s like he said in the beginning, Arthur be damned.

[sebsxphia]

Rheet with not only a breeding kink but he will go absolutely feral-primal even- over the fact that you start to lactate. Your so good. Providing for the child and he can't help to feel a pang of guilt that he gets sort of jealous of the kid. But man does he want to be the one sloth against your breast, nursing. You petting his head and whispering how well he is doing. Will absolutely derail it into the most filthy sexual act if you let him. Has you split open and folded in half in no time, his greedy mouth never leaving your tits.

jesus fuckin’ christ dear anon 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

i’ve mentioned rhett’s lactation kink before, but this, this is fucking art and belongs in a god damn museum. you have captured rhett’s lactation kink PERFECTLY.

it’s something rhett never thought he would experience. seeing you gently soothe your little ones head and whisper sweet praises about how well they’re doing, rhett felt something twitch deep within his gut and shamefully, in his trousers too.

his brow was furrowed as he watched you from the doorway to your nursery and when you caught his eye, ready to greet your husband after a day out on the ranch, the look in rhett’s eye was primal. it was something you’d seen on only a handful of occasions, one being the night when your child was convinced.

you finished your feed and put them down for a sleep, ushering rhett out of the room after he kissed them softly goodnight.

“are you mad at me, abbott?”

“mad? no- fuck, no, darlin’.”

“then what? you’re looking like you want to eat me alive.”

rhett’s gaze drifted down to your shirt and fixated on some of your milk leaking through the cotton. you recently had some difficulties feeding your little one and you found yourself with plenty of milk left over.

you cocked your head to the side and a knowing smile twitched on the corner of your lips.

“oh, you’re not, jealous, are you?”

rhett’s eyes came back to yours and his eyebrows twitched into a frown again. he was unsure of what he was about to admit to himself.

“i- i don’t fuckin’ know, alright? all i know is i want you. i want to taste you.” rhett had you pinned up against the door to your bedroom now and tweaked at your nipple behind your shirt which caused a wanton moan to slip from your lips.

“c’ ere, lay down with me and help me out. i’ve got a lot left over.” you pushed yourself off the door and guided rhett to the bed. he let out a quiet groan at your words and the sight of you slipping off your shirt, your nipples leaking.

you gasped when you felt rhett attach his chilled lips to your nipple and sucked you down greedily. it was as if he’d never eaten before in his life.

you automatically took on the mother role and smoothed your hand through his tousled locks of hair and petted at his head. “shh, easy there cowboy. go gently and slowly.”

rhett groaned louder at your sweet praises, but it was muffled by his mouth pressed up hungrily against your soft and tender flesh.

he nurses you better than your own god damn child, practically sucking and feeding you dry. you could feel rhett grinding his crotch against your thigh and you can feel his cock harden under his jeans with every stroke.

“need you.” you whisper breathlessly and tug on rhett’s hair to signal your own arousal.

you’re both quick to remove your clothes and have your legs thrown over rhett’s broad shoulders and feel his cock sinking into you with no time to waste. his mouth is only off you for mere seconds before he cranes over you to attach his mouth to your nipple again.

your heightened arousal produces more milk in the process and rhett is messy with his tongue to lap up every drip that falls from your sore and sensitive nipples.

nice!! :) thank you so, so much for this incredible thot my dear anon!! i could kiss your brain, mwah!! 💌💖

(@bradshawsbitch this is for you!! 💖)

[cloudcountry]

Congrats on 1k followers!! 🎉💗

not sure if i was supposed to request only one character for this event so feel free to decline this if i broke a rule T—T

nb! solomon + inarticulation (the word reminds me of a song with the same name and now it has me in chokehold)

mephistopheles + fondness

have an awesome day and take care orchid :D

thank you!!!

tbh one of my friends requested two things so we'll just count this as two different asks C: (plus you asked so nicely, so i dont mind writing both at all!! thank you for that <3)

i was actually curious about that song you mentioned so i looked it up and listened to it and??? omg it's really cute the lyrics “you kiss me slow but without hesitation, you throw me straight into inarticulation” has me !@><!?>@>?<!?<>?!<?@!?<>@<?> granted i have no idea if thats the same song but i couldnt find any others so!!

you take care of yourself too!! ^^

reader is a little shit and flirts with mephisto because i couldnt help myself

SOLOMON + INARTICULATION (1k event details)

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Your room is quiet except for the soft sounds of the movie playing on Solomon’s laptop. It’s late at night, and your eyelids are drooping, but you’re determined to stay awake.

“Sleepy?” Solomon hums, shifting in the nest of blankets you’d wrapped around yourselves in this little blanket fort.

“Mmm...yeah.” you lean against him, feeling the warmth radiating off him.

Solomon furrows his brow and smiles, gazing at your form with barely withheld affection. The arm you’re currently using as a pillow shifts, and he uses it to pull you into his chest.

“Get some rest, yeah?” he murmurs, kissing the shell of your ear.

He’s spooning you now, watching as your eyes flutter shut. Solomon sighs, squeezing you closer as if that alone can protect you from your circumstances.

“Solomon?” you pipe up, barely holding back a yawn, “Can I get a goodnight kiss?”

Fuck, he’d give you anything you wanted.

“Of course.” he chuckles, slowly capturing your lips and kissing you with the desperation of a man starving.

Your goodnight kiss becomes goodnight kisses.

mephisto is under the cut!!

MEPHISTOPHELES + FONDNESS

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“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Mephistopheles shakes his head, avoiding your gaze.

“Oh yes you do! I caught you staring at me with that lovesick look on your face!” you cackle, and it's so evil but you sound so elated that Mephistopheles has to stifle a grin.

“I was not.” he insists.

“Was to!”

“I was not!”

“I was not!” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him.

Demon Lord below, why does he like you again? You and your stupid grins and sneaky antics and nice smile. It’s not fair how you manage to worm your way into everyone’s lives so easily, especially Diavolo’s and especially especially his! 

“Just admit you’re in love with me already. I could treat you so right.” you lean against him, batting your eyelashes.

He feels his face grow hot and he whips his head away so fast that Mephisto is sure he almost cracked his neck. You’re still rambling about how your first date could be the best date the Devildom has ever seen if only he would give you a chance, and it takes all of his self restraint not to admit how fond he truly is of you.

(Maybe someday you’ll get him to let go of that pride, hm?)

[deathwhoregutfucker]

Kirk Hammett SFW Alphabet

these hc's are pretty old, but i thought i'd post them here for you guys to read!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) - kirk would be soooooo affectionate. like, pda *everywhere*. always kissing you, touching you, always had at least one hand on you. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) - he would be a killer best friend. the friendship would start at a record store, he would notice that you were looking at some bands that he likes and he’d suggest only their best albums.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) - kirk would be the biggest cuddler ever. usually, you’d lay on his chest, but sometimes he would want to lay on yours so you could play with his hair, especially when he’s was in a bad mood. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) - i feel like kirk would want to settle down with you after a few years of dating, and i feel like he would loveeee cleaning and lighting some candles after he’s finished with everything. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) - UGH i don’t even wanna think about breaking up with him, but i feel like he would have a sit down talk with you and see if you can hash everything out before resorting to breaking up. i feel like he would value communication a lot, i don’t think he would want to break up unless he absolutely *had* to. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) - i feel like he would want to get married after about 4-5 years of dating, but i feel like he would also talk about marrying you about a month or two into your relationship. he would always fantasize about a beautiful but intimate wedding with only a few of your close friends and family members.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) - kirk is arguably the softest guy in metallica. i feel like he would be very emotionally vulnerable and he would always make sure to share his feelings with you whether they’re good or bad. and physically? literally so gentle. he would always rub your hand with his thumb or rub your thighs when you guys lay down together to watch a movie or something. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) - oh he would love hugs. whenever you guys would spend any amount of time apart, he would always run up and give you a big hug and tell you how much he loves you <3

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) - i feel like he would say it a few months into your guys’ relationship, and he would also be very nervous to say it to you. he would probably say it while you guys watch tv or listen to music or something like that.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) - i don’t think he would be too jealous unless, but if someone else hit on you he would say something for sure. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) - he would love kisses, especially kissing you goodnight. before you guys go to sleep, he would always kiss your forehead and both of your cheeks before you lay down on his chest and drift off to sleep.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) - i feel like kirk would be awkward around kids, but still ultimately good. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) - mornings would be so sweet with kirk, just imagine waking up with him with the sun coming in from the window, slowly starting a nice relaxing day of lounging around and just spending time with each other. he would wake you up by kissing your forehead and your cheeks (like he does when you guys go to sleep) and saying ‘wake up baby’ and stuff like that.  

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) - nights would be good too. i feel like he would be a night owl too. whether its just staying up and watching tv or having a night out on the town, kirk would love staying up to spend ore time with you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) - honestly, i don’t know. i feel like he would be open with his feelings, but some things i think he would be pretty hesitant to talk about (like his past relationships).

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) - he would have the patience of an angel. it would take a lot to get him pissed off, i really don’t think that he’s that hot headed.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) - oh 100%. kirk would be soooo attentive with you. remembering you and your family's birth days and always making sure to get them a little something for it, he would remember all of the details about your first few dates, absolutely everything.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) - his favorite moment would probably be your guys’ first date. a few days after you guys met, he would call you and ask you to go to a little coffee shop down town with him. you guys would just sit and talk to each other before the manager kicks you guys out so they can close at the end of the day.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) - he would be very protective of you, he wouldn’t let anyone bother you as long as you were with him, and if you were alone in a dangerous part of town, he would make sure you had mace or a knife or something to protect yourself with. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) - he would always go above and beyond with dates and everything. on your one year, he would buy you a bunch of gifts and spell out ‘i love you’ on your guys’ bed with rose petals and run you a nice steamy bath and put some candles and light some incense in the bathroom.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) - i feel like a bad habit of his would be drinking too much when he’s with his buddies. i’m sure you’d get plenty of drunken calls asking you to pick him and the rest of the band up from the bar after a night of partying with them. i also feel like he’d be super clingy when he’s drunk too. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) - i don’t think he would be *too* concerned about his looks, but i do think that he would take a lot of pride in his hair. he would have a whole schedule for the days he washes his hair, and he would have a daily routine for styling it as well. even when it’s short, he would still take extra care of it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) - oh 100%. he doesn’t even like spending more than a day without seeing or talking to you. it would kill him when he would go on tour when you wouldn’t be there, but he would always make sure to call you whenever he was free. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) - i feel like he would love watching cat videos. he would always send you videos of cats throughout the day and he would always ask you ‘babe when can we get a cat?’. i don’t know, i just think he would be such a cat person. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) - probably someone who was bad at communication. he would be very open about his feelings, so he would expect the same from his partner. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) - like i said before, complete night owl. i mean, you would have to fight him to go to sleep before 12:30, and it would be even worse on the weekends and when he had nothing to do.

[hollyhomburg]

I just want to tell mommy Tae all about my day and cuddle a just babble to her. Not having to worry about what I am saying making sense. She consumes my thoughts

A mousie

Okay but the way that mommy tae would just like look, twirl the m/c's hair in a situation like this, and just let her talk about whatever her little heart desires and hum along at the right time. Just happy to have her little baby girl all close and warm and within cuddling distance. Just looking, occasionally fussing with her clothes, pecking her cheek when it gets round with excitement, working on whatever little thing she's working on just letting her fiddle and talk. The rest of the pack coming by the doorway to watch on, jealousy aparent at how tae is monopolizing the pack's omega pup,

and she starts to blink and talk slower and slower when she gets sleepy, how she just cuddles up and closes her eyes between one word and the next- only to get scooped up by Tae and Namjoon because she belongs upstairs in the nest with Jinnie. Mommy taetae might be comfy but she's not a suitable nest for pups and needs pajamas and her skincare routine before bedtime. Mommy will do it for her if she asks nicely and alpha will help her get dressed if she gives him a goodnight kiss.

ugh- i want to write more of the m/c in omegaspace it's just- so delicious~

[thvshusband]

bubba sawyer sfw alphabet ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

a/n: sorry it took so long to post, i’ve been experiencing writers block and was visiting family. i’m getting back to writing :))

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

bubba definitely finds your face very attractive! your legs, especially your thighs, are also a personal favorite of his! you find his stomach and his hands very attractive.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

he definitely wants a family, having a family is all he’s ever known. growing up, his job was to provide for his loved ones so he can’t imagine anything else.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

she usually is the big spoon, she just wants to make you feel safe. she is a big teddy bear when it comes to cuddling.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

you guys can’t really go on dates often, but when you’re both able to picking flowers, flicking through fashion magazines, or dancing along to songs on the radio are popular date ideas.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

you are my world.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

he knew he was in love when he first laid eyes on you. at that point, bubba knew he had to make you his and protect you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

she is so gentle, she’s too afraid to lose you. she wants to show you how much she loves and cares about you. if she accidentally hurts you physically or hurts your feelings in some way, she’ll show much remorse and make it up to you- she doesn’t want you to leave her.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

they intertwine their fingers with yours and caress your hand with their thumb.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

when he first saw you he thought you were so pretty. when you were kind and gentle to him, he was surprised since nobody has treated him so nice before.

J = Jealous

she gets jealous easily. if she sees you talking to a customer at drayton’s barbecue a certain way that makes it seem like you like them, she babbles very nervously. and you can tell she gets insecure because of how their brothers treat her, she doesn’t feel like she’s good enough, so she’ll need some reassurance.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

she kisses very passionately. even though bubba had no experience before you, she tried her best to be as loving as she could. she kissed you first :)

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

you said i love you first. it just happen to slip out while you were saying goodnight to them. when they heard you say it, they gurgled something back that sounded like a reciprocated confession.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

your first date with bubba. he had blindfolded you and led you towards you his favorite area of the farm- the dirt clearing in front the beautiful and radiant sunflower field. he puts down the radio down near the both of you and turns it on. he takes off the blindfold and starts dancing with you.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

bubba always spoils you. she can’t buy anything, but she will ask drayton to get you things. she will also craft gifts from things she found around the house and the field. if she saw something she thinks you would like on a victim, once they’re dead, she’ll wash it off and give it to you.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

pink, white, and pastel yellow reminds him of your love, like two high schoolers, infatuated with each other.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

pretty girl, baby, sweetie/sweetheart, and love are his personal favorites when it comes to calling you loving names.

Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

the dining table; it’s old, grandpa made it when he was a teen.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

she loves making doll clothes and accessories for your doll collection and cuddling with you.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

they cheer you up by making you clothes and giving you flowers. preparing food for you is another way they try to make you feel better and it’s also how they try to make themselves feel better, too. cuddling with you makes the both of you feel a lot better.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

he loves talking about his day, Chicken (his pet rooster), you, flowers, and makeup.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

a nice nap or cuddling session helps him unwind with you, looking at magazines and doing your makeup helps him feel a lot less tense.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

she’s very proud of you and shows you off all the time. she can’t believe someone as attractive as you loves someone like her (even though you insist that she’s the most beautiful person you’ve met, it’s hard for her to believe you due to what she grew up hearing from his older brothers).

W = Wedding (When, how?)

you guys got married about a year after you first met. one day, they asked you to cover your eyes. when you were told to open them, they were on their knees with a diamond ring that they took off the ring finger of a victim. you accepted happily and three weeks later you guys had your wedding in front of the sunflower field. you wore bubba’s mom’s wedding dress from fifty years before. it was. a beautiful antique gown with a high lace neckline, lace covering your arms and the top of your cleavage. the test of the gown was big and puffed out at the waist, ivory in color. bubba wore their least dirty suit and blue tie. when they saw you walking down the makeshift aisle, arm in arm with drayton, they tried their best not to cry with happiness. they were finally truly happy with someone.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

starman by david bowie, his favorite song by his role model.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

yes, they always think of being committed to you. it’s something she’s always wanted-

someone to love and someone who truly loves her, even though she always thought it would never happen.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

they already have a pet chicken, but they’ve always wanted a rabbit, and they would name is bubbles :3

[tragicromanceisland]

Obey Me Dates- The Brothers

Imagining the types of dates the demon brothers take you on.

Some are shorter than the others, but I tried.

Lucifer- would out due his brothers on whatever date they took you on. Expect his date to be the most thrilling you ever had and trust him when he says that. He won't allow them to outshine him. He will be the only one you want to go on another date with. One took you to see an opera? Well, he will take you to a symphony. You went on a joyride and had ice cream? Expect a luxury car ride and luxury doesn't exclude speed. Not only are you having dessert you'll have dinner on the beach under the moon light. Your date ended with a kiss or a steamy make-out? You're staying in his room tonight he will pull out all the stops until you are fully seduced.

Mammon- Anything from card games, casino visits, car rides, parties, and the movies. Mammon will pull out all the stops but expect him to make a fool out of himself in the process of trying to impress you. Oi! Stop laughing! It ain't funny. Now his cheeks are full of color it could be because he just ate the floor or he is actually embarrassed. You knew it was both. Thing is Mammon didn't need to over do it to impress you. You liked him just the way he is and when you told him he was flustered. You were so kind and nice to him. He couldn't help but love you. Can he give ya a goodnight kiss? You kissed him first? D'aw you turned him into a schoolboy crazy about you. Not that he already wasn't whipped by you.

Leviathan- Please say yes, please say yes, Please.Say.YES! He was a bundle of nerves, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his pants. His thumbs sticking out as he couldn't even look in your eyes right now.

"It sounds like fun."

His eyes flit to yours and his eyes dilate.

"Huh?"

You give a coy smile. "I said yes."

His heart was going to burst. Is this real life did you actually accept going on a date with him? Oh he is so happy. Wait...or are you joking? Please don't tell him your joking it would crush him.

"Levi, when is the concert?"

Ok, you do mean it! He can feel tears at the corners of his eyes as he covers his face with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Two days from now! Thank you, thank you ______!!"

Before you say anything he ran off to his room. He didn't mean to leave you hanging like that but he was so happy he couldn't hold back his tears any longer and that would have been embarrassing if you saw.

The day of the date it goes way better than he could have ever imagined. You even took a picture of him with his idols!!! He passed out after that. He came too. He thought he was dreaming but it was real life. It really happened. At the end of the night, you gave him a kiss and his brain malfunctioned. Instead of saying good night he said thank you you too!! He kicked himself for saying it. Why did he say that?? He was going to die from embarrassment. He liked you so much he began telling Henry 2.0 all about his amazing date with you.

Satan - He was determined to expand your knowledge of the arts and knowledge in general. Of course, he wouldn't force it down your throat. Unless....? Nevermind. Now he is embarrassed though you aren't sure why. It starts as a coffee date and evolves into going to a museum and somehow you're at a pet shop across the street from the cafe after your compelling conversation about history and artifacts. You both continue conversation about animals and at the end of the night, you both find yourself at the Devildoms garden. Walking under the night sky you somehow change the subject to the stars. Satan explains of the legends about the stars of the Devildom. At the end of the night, Satan walks you back to your room. It's still in the house of lamentation as you both study the other. Satan had a wonderful time he would love nothing more than to kiss you. You must have been thinking the same as you both leaned into each other and Satan closed the distance. His lips firm against yours before breaking away. His cheeks burning, one kiss was not enough.

Asmodeus- Shopping and Spa dates as well as staying in and snuggling while watching horror movies were Asmo's thing. Of course, be aware every time you stayed in for a date it was inevitably going to lead to make-outs. He couldn't get enough of your soft lips or the taste of your flavored lip gloss. To say he was addicted was an understatement. Asmo would make sure you both were pampered even if you stayed at home. As much as he did those things with you he also invited you to the parties he was always invited too. These parties gave Asmo a bigger reason to dress you to his liking and often he would coordinate your colors to match. You were both often the talk of the party for fashion but also for your already-known reputation for making pacts with all seven demon lords.

Beelzebub - He asked you to come to his games and afterward he would treat you to dinner. Sometimes he invited you to new places he hadn't been and sometimes he would carry you around to various places and just talk and sometimes it was silent time just enjoying the view being beside you.

Beel also used the time he had to walk Cerberus as a way of spending time with you. He would invite you to work out with him, but...that more often than not, he ended with you distracting him and vice verse. Most of the time, it ended in a make-out. He would take you out for the best meals. Sometimes, even a picnic. He would try not to eat the food before he could share it with you. It would definitely end up with you feeding each other food and enjoying each other's company. Beel would love for you to rest your head on his lap as you fed him. He would also sneak in some kisses.

Belphegor - Stargazing to naps. Your dates with the twins happened to be some of the most peaceful. Belphie would take you to all the best spots to view stars. He would pack a picnic for you both. He had to make sure Beel didn't find out you were going on a picnic he would eat all the food. He would bring some demonus with him as well. While having a picnic you would feed him and he would feed you back sometimes he would nip at your fingers and your retalliation would be to lick his when he fed you. Of course, it made him hard, he had to keep himself in check for a little bit. However, you were quick to notice the bulge in his pants, and more often than not he fucked you under the starry night sky of the Devildom. Afterward, he held you close as he began to tell you a tragic tale of two lovers who were destined to be together yet, an envious man found out about the lovers, and because he adored the one he refused to allow the other man to take what should rightfully be his. Out of jealousy and rage, he killed the lovers. If he couldn't have the one no one could. He then explained how the lovers became entwined in the starry night sky to be together for eternity.

[writingwhimsey]

Married to the Enemy- Shingen Ch.4

“So, how did things go?” Saki asked as she was helping me get ready for the day. “I didn’t hear our code word last night…I also didn’t hear anything else. I would have bet money that Lord Shingen would be good at it.”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. “Well…nothing happened.” I answered. “He came in to give me some fabric and then told me goodnight.”

“But…it was your wedding night…”

“I know…but he told me…he told me he wouldn’t join me in the marital bed until I invited him to.”

“And you didn’t immediately jump him then?” Saki asked in a teasing tone as she took the brush through my hair.

I laughed again. “I was…I was too stunned to think of anything.” I answered. “I mean, I had been expecting…to go to bed with him last night, but then he didn’t…and I felt this mixture of… frustration and relief.”

“Well, at least he wants to be kind enough to have you fully consenting.” Saki said, as she began to style my hair.

“Yes… it was just… completely not what I expected. I mean… Nobunaga and Masamune both made attempts to get me into bed with barely knowing me…multiple times and quite aggressively even…I was beginning to think it was just the way warlords are.”

“But it is a good thing Lord Shingen is not what you expected?” Saki asked.

“Yes.” I answered. “Though I can’t deny…there was a part of me that had started to look forward to it after finally meeting him…I mean I can’t deny that he is physically attractive.”

“You’d have to be blind to miss those good looks.” Saki agreed with a giggle. “But this gives you a chance to get to know him.”

I nodded. “Yeah…” I agreed, mulling over her words. She was right. Shingen and I were married, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t date. That was something I could bring up to him… though it would be fun to explain modern dating to a Sengoku warlord.

Once we were ready, we were heading out of the inn to join Shingen and the others. He greeted me with a warm smile. “Did you sleep well, my princess?” He asked me. “I hope everything was to your liking.”

“I slept fine.” I answered. “The inn was very nice.”

Yukimura and Sasuke were both looking at Shingen in disbelief. “Wait…wouldn’t…wouldn’t you know how she slept?” Yukimura asked. “I stuffed cotton in my ears last night to prepare.”

My cheeks were about twenty shades of red at that point. I also had no idea how to respond to that either. 

Shingen was giving Yukimura a look. “You really think so little of me, Yuki?” He asked. 

“I mean…you are you…Lord Shingen.” Yukimura replied, his own cheeks red.

“C-can we just…not talk about this anymore and get going?” I asked.

“Of course.” Shingen replied, giving me that warm smile once again. He was then offering me his hand, helping me up into the saddle before climbing on behind me once again.

Once we were all settled on our horses, we began the ride once again. I wanted to bring up the dating thing to Shingen…but I wasn’t sure how to. Nor did I really want to with so many other people around. Perhaps I could manage a moment alone with him when we would take a break later.

“There seems to be something on your mind, my bride.” Shingen observed. “Is there something you wish to discuss?”

“Yes…but…” I started to answer.

Shingen gave me a knowing smile. “We’re going to ride a bit ahead.” He told Yukimura and the others before urging our horse faster. Once we were out of earshot of everyone, Shingen was speaking to me once again. “Is that better?” He asked.

I nodded. “Thank you…”

“Feel free to tell me anything.” He told me.

I nodded. “So…you know how last night you said we wouldn’t…until I invited you?” 

Shingen nodded. “Yes, are you inviting me to join you tonight?” He asked, a teasing smile on his face.

I felt my cheeks redden. “That wasn’t exactly what I was getting at…I mean…you are a very handsome man…and we’re married…but… we don’t know each other… I’d… I’d like to get to know you, Shingen…before we take that step.”

Shingen’s smile was warm sunshine as he looked at me. “I believe that is fair, but I also feel like there is more to what you are thinking?”

“Yes. I’m sure you know Sasuke and I are from the same hometown, right?”

“Yes.” 

“Well…in our hometown, there’s a custom that people get to know each other before getting married. We call it dating.” I began to explain.

“Dating?”

“Yes, people who are romantically linked will go out on dates, which is where they get to know each other.”

“And what is a date in this case?” Shingen asked, giving me his full attention and seeming fully intrigued.

“Well, we would go out to eat somewhere together, usually getting dressed up. Talking over the shared meal. Maybe go and do an activity that one or both of us would find interesting. Shopping, see a…play or something perhaps. Attend a festival together or a performance…”

“I think this dating sounds rather fun.” Shingen said after a moment. “And I would very much like to go on a date with you.”

The way Shingen said that…well it made my heart do flips. I mean I don’t know what woman wouldn’t be affected by a man as attractive as Shingen saying he wants to date her. “Well…good.” I said, my cheeks reddening.

“The next town we will be stopping at has a rather nice tea house. One that is rather famous for their dumplings.” Shingen said. “Perhaps we could share some tea and sweets while getting to know each other on a date tonight?”

I smiled, my cheeks still red, though I was genuinely happy. “I would like that.”

“It’s a date then.”

It was a few hours later when we finally arrived at the next town and were checking into our next inn. Shingen had walked me to my room, placing a kiss on my hand before parting ways with me so we could both get ready for our date. I instantly grabbed Saki and was pulling her into my room once he was gone.

“What’s going on?” Saki asked with a giggle. “When you and Lord Shingen road ahead, did you invite him to join you tonight?”

I giggled. “No…but we did discuss getting to know each other…and well we are going to go out to a tea house tonight.”

“Oooh! That’s great! Alright, I will help you get ready…oh and I know exactly what you should wear!” Saki declared. She was then heading to my luggage and grabbing one of my most beautiful kimonos. It was a beautiful scarlet red with flowers embroidered in gold thread. There was also a golden obi that went with it.

“You don’t think that’s maybe…too much?” I asked.

“You are now the wife of a very famous warlord. As well as having been an Oda Princess all this time. This is fitting for those titles…plus don’t you want to look extra nice for this outing with your husband?”

“Okay…you do have a point.” I agreed.

Saki grinned as she clapped her hands together and then she was getting to work. She helped me wash up and change into my beautiful kimono before fixing my hair and makeup. “There you look stunning and Lord Shingen won’t know what to do with himself.” She declared.

I giggled once again. “I don’t know about all of that…I get the feeling he’s been around far more beautiful women than me and likely never lost his train of thought.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” Saki chided. “You are gorgeous and Lord Shingen is lucky to have you as his wife.”

“You’re my friend, you’re supposed to think that.”

“I’m also supposed to be honest.” Saki added. “Which I am being honest.”

There was a knock on the door then. “Ava, are you ready?” Shingen called from the other side.

“Oh…uhm…just a minute.” I replied, suddenly feeling nervous.

“You got this.” Saki told me with a smile. She was then heading to the door and opening it. She bowed to Shingen. “Your wife is ready, my lord.” She said before leaving the room as Shingen entered.

Shingen looked at me, those gray eyes taking in everything. His smile was warm as he held his hand out to me. “I am truly one lucky man to be taking such a beautiful goddess out tonight.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I replied, my cheeks on fire and a nervous laugh escaping my lips.

“I truly mean it.” Shingen told me as he reached for my hand. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes.” I answered, my cheeks still red.

Shingen was then leading me from the inn and into town. As we walked, he continued to hold my hand in his. His hand was so large and warm, fully encompassing my own. It brought me back to how his body enveloped mine when we were on his horse…and made me think of all the other ways he could fully envelop me.

“What are you thinking, my goddess?” Shingen asked me.

“Oh…just…how large your hand is…and warm.” I answered, my entire face lighting up. I think even my ears were flushing.

Shingen chuckled. “Is that all?” He asked as he leaned down, his lips at my ear.

I’m pretty sure my brain short circuited at that point. “I…uh…it’s a rather beautiful night tonight. Perfect night for this date.” I managed to get out.

Shingen was chuckling once again, but gave me that warm smile. “Yes, it is.” He said. “I am very much looking forward to getting to know you.”

I gave him a genuine smile. “As I am you.”

We were soon arriving at the tea house and taking seats on benches outside. “Order whatever you like, my goddess.” Shingen said. 

I smiled. “Thanks…I think the mochi sounds good…oh and the dumplings…which one…”

“We’ll have both then.” Shingen said with a smile. “Just don’t tell Yuki.”

I giggled. “You know he’s only looking out for you. Too many sweets really isn’t good for you.”

“And here I thought my wife would be on my side.” Shingen teased. “Especially since the sweets aren’t all for me. We are sharing.”

“True…and since we are sharing then it’s not as bad because then neither of us is getting as much.”

“That’s right.” He agreed. He was then placing our order and tea was brought to use while the sweets were being made. “So, this date is for us to get to know each other, correct?” Shingen asked me as we sipped our tea.

I nodded. “Yes…so we should probably be asking each other questions then.” Just where to start.

Shingen nodded. “Ladies first.” He said, smiling gently at me as he gestured for me to start.

I nodded. It took me a moment, but then I decided to begin. “So, I know you have a sweet tooth…so besides indulging in sweets, do you have any other things you enjoy?”

Shingen smiled. “I am rather fond of carpentry.” He answered. 

“So…you like building things?” I asked, feeling rather surprised.

“Yes, I rather like the idea of having made something that will outlast me.” He answered. “Proof that I lived.”

There was almost a sadness about that in his gray eyes as he spoke. Of course, I wonder what he would think to know his reputation would last for hundreds of years into the future. People in my time still studied and learned about all of Japan’s greatest warlords and he was one of them.

“What of you, my goddess? I have come to learn you have sewing skills.” He said, quickly changing the subject to me. “Do you enjoy making clothes?”

I nodded. “Yes, it’s my passion actually.” I answered.

“Well, I shall have to make sure to keep you supplied with all of the fabrics and sewing notions you will need so you can always be dressed in the finest.” He said.

I blinked. “Oh…no that’s…I like to make clothes for other people.” I explained. “You see, I made my first piece for a friend and when she tried it on…the look on her face…she was really so happy. It was like magic…so that’s what I like. Making clothes that make other people happy.”

The look on Shingen’s face softened. “So, you do your best work for others. That’s rather admirable.”

I felt my cheeks heating up. “I…I don’t know about that.” I said with a shrug. “So…what’s your favorite color?” I asked, trying to get the spotlight off of me.

Shingen chuckled. “My favorite color?”

I shrugged and took a sip of my tea. “Yeah…in my hometown, it’s a pretty common question people ask when they;re getting to know each other. Some even think that a person’s favorite color says a lot about them.”

“I see…I’ve never really thought about it. I suppose I am partial to red. That may just be because it is the Takeda colors…but it is a rather nice color.” 

I nodded. “Hmm..in my hometown…red is known as a color of anger and rage…but it’s also known as a color of passion…associated with lovers at certain times.” I mused.

“Anger and rage are rather passionate emotions just as much as love.” Shingen replied. “So, I can see how it could represent both.”

I nodded. “True.”

“What about your favorite color?”

“Well….I love lots of colors, but if I had to pick out my absolute favorite…it would be…sunset.”

“Sunset?” Shingen asked, arching a perfect brow.

“Yes…I know there are several colors in the sky when the sunsets, but I think that’s why I love it. The world is painted in reds and golds and yet the sky has reds, pinks, blues, oranges, and purples…and everything just somehow feels gentler.”

“Sunset is beautiful.” Shingen agreed. “Perhaps we should watch one together?”

“I think I would like that.” I answered, my cheeks heating up once again.

Our food was soon being brought out to our table. “Please feel free to dig in and eat as much as you like.” Shingen encouraged me. “The sweets here are delicious.”

I smiled. “Thanks…and I promise I won’t tell Yukimura about this.”

Shingen chuckled. “It sounds like a good deal to me.”

We were both digging into the sweets. “Mmm…these are really good.”

“Just wait until we arrive in Echigo. There is a very good bakery. And they make these delicious pastries.” Shingen explained. “I’ll take you there for another date.”

“I am looking forward to it.” I replied, smiling.

After we finished our tea and sweets, we decided to go for a walk through the town. There were stalls still open and selling their wares. We arrived at a craftsman’s shop. He appeared to make and sell women’s accessories. I smiled as I looked over the beautiful crafts, thinking that the style looked familiar and then it hit me.

“Is this where you purchased the items you had yukimura selling in Azuchi?” I asked, looking up at Shingen.

“This is one of the craftsmen, I bought his wares from, yes.” Shingen answered with a smile. “You have a good eye for being able to see the similarities.”

“All artists have theor own signature touches.” I replied with a shrug. “So, might I ask why you had HIM selling women’s accessories of all people?”

“You referring to Yuki’s inability to talk to women or anyone with tact?” Shingen asked with a chuckle. 

“Yeah.”

“I thought it would be a good lesson for him. What better way to learn to talk to women than to practice?” Shingen replied, his smile warm and full of a fatherly-like affection as he spoke of his vassal.

“It still didn’t work.” I pointed out with a laugh. “He’s also just a terrible salesman. He referred the things he was selling as useless junk.”

“Yes…in many ways I have failed in his education.” Shingen said, sighing and shaking his head. “But he is a good man…even if a bit bullheaded at times.”

“He is and has become a good friend.” I replied.

“I am glad. Perhaps you will be able to help me in teaching him.” Shingen replied. “If I can show him how to talk to a beautiful woman every day perhaps he will learn.”

I blushed. “Well…I don’t know about that…but it is good to see that you care about him…and I can tell he cares about you, too…shows that you’re both good men.”

“I’m not sure caring about the people I’m responsible for makes me good or bad. But I do try my best to do right by all of the people who depend on me.” Shingen replied. “The people are the most important and valuable of all.”

"Well, I think it's a mark of an honorable man." I replied. "And…personally I'm very glad the man I married cares so much about his people… makes me feel better about marrying a man I just met on our wedding day…well the day before I guess…even if I didn’t know it.”

“Well, I am glad to see that you aren’t currently regretting our marriage.” Shingen replied, smiling, kindly. “I hope to have you at ease always. I truly meant what I vowed to you. I won’t harm you and I will protect you and honor you.”

Looking at Shingen as he spoke to me…I could tell he wasn’t lying to me. He truly meant it. “Thank you.” I told him. “I…believe you…and I can tell you are a man of your word.”

“My goddess honors me with her praise.” Shingen replied. “Do you see any of these accessories you like?” He asked, swiftly changing the subject. “I would be happy to give you another wedding gift.”

“No need for that.” I replied. “Besides, I couldn’t possibly ask for that. The fabric you gave me is already gift enough…though that does remind me…before I left Azuchi, I was working with the castle seamstresses…do you think it would be possible for me to continue sewing in Echigo?”

“Anything you wish.” Shingen replied. “I don’t see that being a problem at all. A skilled seamstress is always welcome.”

I smiled. “Thank you. I’m…I’m really glad I get to continue my work.”

“Anything that important to you, I could never deny such a request.” Shingen told me. “Of course, any man who could deny such a beautiful woman would be a fool.”

My heart flipped in my chest at being called beautiful. We were then continuing our walk, checking out more shops and chatting the while. Shingen continued to try and buy me things as we looked around, but I refused. I had no need of things… I really just wanted to get to know him.

Eventually it grew too late and Shingen was walking me back to my room. “Sleep well, my goddess.” Shingen told me, kissing my hand. “I shall see you again in the morning.”

“Goodnight…and you sleep well too.” I replied, my hand warming where he had kissed it.

Slowly, Shingen released my hand and walked off on his impossibly long legs to his own room. I opened my door and stepped inside, holding my hand to my chest a smile on my face. I could still feel Shingen’s warm lips on my hand. I’d say that went well for a first date.