#he's so pretty and precious and graceful i'm- 😭😭

[alotofrandomfangirling]

Would seriously DIE for him

[tainted-liquor]

Grande Jeté⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

Hobie Brown x BlackFem!Ballerina!Reader Tws: BADDDD British, light swearing, Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! (fluff) W/C:950 A/N: Heyyy! pls forgive me bro I know 0 Londoners, n I have no idea how to write their accent lol. BEAARRR WITH ME😭

Hobie never expected in his life that he would be in this predicament. Here he was, sitting alongside Gwen as she eagerly ranted to him about her 'older sister' being in this dance. She spent about two days convincing Hobie to go with her, saying that he would be supporting an aspiring artist. "It's about to start!" Gwen cheered silently, clapping her hands quickly before pointing to the red curtains ascending upwards. "There she is!" Gwen whispered as she pointed towards your flexed form, spine curving upward as your back leg extended out behind you as your arms create a sleek invisible line between the tips of your fingers and the bottom of your toes.

He was absolutely enchanted. He had never seen someone make ballet look so sacred in his eyes, brushing off the silly dance as a bunch of jumps and turns. He watched as you slowly began to break free from your frozen stance, moving with such calculated precision and absolute elegance. It was like he was watching the performance through a tunnel, eyes glued on you and you only as you pirouetted with such grace it put every princess in the world to absolute shame. He had heard from Gwen first-hand just how painful it was to do ballet, but watching you twist and turn on the very tips of your toes put everything into perspective. In his mind, you were a precious dove ghosting the surface of the water with your pretty pink pointe shoes.

"Gwendy, you said this's one of your mates, right?" He asked, eyes still absolutely glued to you. Gwen gave him an overjoyed nod, clearly biting back the loudest scream of approval she's ever given. "Introduce me later, yea?" He mumbled as he watched you shoot Gwen a rather smooth wave, disguising it within your movements to not stray from your routine...Man, you were good. You looked absolutely bewitching as your melanated skin shone under the spotlight, your movements remaining soft and delicate whilst carrying yourself with such poise. If Gwen would've told Hobie about you earlier he would've bought the damn tickets himself.

When up on that stage, you always felt free and liberated. You spent all of your life in a studio, accepting every drop of boiling-hot criticism with cupped palms, watching as it burned and seared your skin and leave its metaphorical mark that manifested in the form of experience. You incorporated the elegant style of dance into your everyday life, weaving the very threads of its history into your personality and wearing it like a proud necklace. For you, dancing was your very being. You spent countless nights banging shoes on your walls, patching up your battered and bruised legs countless times until only a ghost of feeling remained in the tips of your toes. You've learned to crawl, then stumble, then walk, run, and finally jump all in the span of over 10+ years.

You followed the inaudible signals in the ever-so-soothing piano, utilizing the cues that you had ingrained into the back of your mind as you assumed each and every position and pose. You were in a fuck ton of pain, and you were out of breath, but what's a little bit of hurt compared to a dream 10 years in the making? When the curtains finally closed after everyone took their final bow, the roaring applause made everything worth every single twinge of pain. You eagerly ran off the stage, enveloping Gwen in a tight hug as she introduced you to the incredibly tall and lanky man next to her. The clash between the two of you was starkly obvious, with you being dressed in shades of pink, ivory, and soft beiges that complimented every aspect of your outfit.

"'Ey there, I'm 'Obie" he stated as he gave me a small smile, extending his hand towards me gently, to which I gladly accept. Truth be told, I didn't understand half of a fuck of what he just said. I pulled a smile and nod and used context clues to fill in the gaps. "That's a nice accent...where you from?" you asked with a warm smile. He gives a light chuckle before answering with a small "East London. You were really great out there, by the way. Kick n' prance queen!"

"Thank you! You should drop by my studio sometime, you can watch me and Gwen practice for future shows or just for funsies!" I exclaim with a light giggle. I scanned over Hobie, making a mental note of his rough and sharp look that contrasted with my very being. He reminded me of a black swan, gorgeous and elegant in his own way, but almost twice as intimidating. I wouldn't be lying if I said I truly loved the difference in our aesthetics.

"I tried, but he says that he doesn't-" Gwen begins, with Hobie quickly silencing her by just straight up grabbing her mouth. "Yea, I'd like that. I'll see you la'er then!" He grins as he slowly drags Gwen away, giving you a small wave and a goofy grin as I disappear backstage to change into some normal clothes and deconstruct my makeup.

"You didn't tell me that was the gyaldem you ran wif" Hobie chuckled as he shot Gwen a playful glare. "Well, I TRIED. But you started going on about how you," She dropped her voice an octave, linking a synthetic British accent to her every word. "Don't believe in paying to watch performances!" She teased. Hobie only rolled his eyes, pretending to brush off the matter. But in reality, he couldn't wait to see you again and watch you dance in all your glory.

"So...when's she dancing again?"

[rachi-roo]

Is there any way we can have an LoV tickling Hawks fic? Pretty bird needs to laugh, and he didn't get normal childhood experiences like tickles...especially on his canonically vibration sensitive wings. Thank you!!

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My Hero Academia: Little corner to call Home

Thank you sooooo much anon!!! Lee!Hawks will always be a special favourite of mine 🥰❤️ I'm so glad you've given me a reason to write him again. And I'm SO sorry this took so long 😭.

Summary: Hawks is caught napping in the LoV lair one day, small-winged and vulnerable to attack. And of course, the villains won't let him rest easy. Especially after Dabi joins in, maxing out on his attack~

Lee!Hawks, Ler!Toga, Ler!Twice, Ler!Compress, Ler!Dabi

Tw: Some footer tiggles

02/03/23

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Hawks had been staying with the LoV for some time now, and had grown happy and comfortable resting around them. And this was one of those times. The sun was shining outside, there was a warm breeze flowing in through the open window along with the sound of cicadas chirping in the trees.

The number two pro hero had dozed off on the sofa in one of the lounge rooms of their little hideout, stretched out on his front, one arm underneath the pillow he was resting his head on, enjoying the feel of the warm breeze shifting through his tiny, diminished wings. His coat draped over the back of the sofa and his boots were by the door where he had kicked them off, his little feet warm in the rays of sunshine that breathed through the window.

A soft voice called as a finger poked the sleeping bird's cheek. "Oiii... Heeeeroooo?" It was Toga, having just come back from a meeting with Shigaraki. "Hah... Taking up the whole couch like some slob. I'd be mad if you didn't look so cute." She giggled, leaning over to get a closer look at his sleeping face.

"Well, what do we have here?" Compress's voice cooed from the doorway, smiling at the sight. Twice leaned over his shoulder, wondering what was going on.

"What is it? What is it? Oh!" He gasped, rushing past and crouching by the sofa, aweing over how sweet Hawks looked, keeping his voice to a whisper. "Oh he's just precious, ain't he? Hah, ugly duckling!"

"Seems he's made himself comfortable. I suppose we'll take our seats on the floor." Compress shrugged, too polite to find it in his heart to wake the bird.

Toga reached a hand, softly running a finger down the length of Hawks's little feathers. "Oooh, so soft." She paused upon hearing a small mewl from the bird as he shuddered, a small smile gracing his lips before fading into sleep again. Togas eyes sparkled as she realised what she had just discovered.

"Oh my..." She repeated the gesture, just testing out her theory. Once again, Hawks reacted, this time with a slight giggle, pressing his face further into the cushion he was resting upon as his wings fluttered slightly. "No way."

"What are you up to?" Compress asked, raising a brow. Toga grinned up at him, carefully moving to sit on Hawks's lower back. He must be really tired for him not to notice.

"I'm teaching this bird a lesson about sharing couch space." With that, Toga started dragging her fingertips up the length of all the feathers, each stroke making Hawks shudder and giggle sleepily until the feeling was too much for him to ignore.

"Uh, wh-ah! Whahat?" He looked over his shoulder, seeing Toga sitting upon him, grinning sweetly as she continued to play with his micro feathers. "Tohoga, aha! T-That tihickles!" The sensation wasn't unbearable, just enough to be annoying and make the hero giggly. He sleepily reached an arm behind him, trying to twist his torso to stop the tickly attack. "Togaha! Cuhut it out! Ehehe!"

"No way, birdbrain. This is what you get for taking up the whole couch!" She giggled with him, one hand sneaking down his side, skittering over the clothed skin.

"Ahaha! O-Ohokahay! I'll move, I'll mohove! C'mohon!" He grabbed her wrist as his side was tickled, trying to sit himself up from the sofa but Toga pressed down with her knees, keeping him trapped on his front.

"You're not going anywhere until you've learned your lesson~" The fanged female chuckled, admiring how his wings fluttered and puffed up as she ran her fingers lightly through them. Only subtle touches tickled this way, and Toga was a very nimble assassin.

"Plehease! Ehehe! N-Nohot my wihings!" Hawks legs kicked against the couch cushion, his toes tucking down the side as he tried tensing up to stop the tickly feelings, to no avail.

"Oho God, Toga you- Ah?!" He gasped, panicking as he felt his legs being restrained by another body, just able to see the black and white costume behind Toga. "Twihice! Hold on a minute! C'mon w-we're pahals right?? Not my feheheee-!" His beseeching dissolved into loud laughter as Twice started scribbling over the bird's trapped soles.

"Ha! If only we'd known about this secret sooner! We could have crushed him with ease. I mean, had tickle fights!"

Twice smiled, bouncing slightly as Hawks tried to wriggle his legs free. The pro had been tickled before, by various daring fans and a certain bunny-like companion, but never on his feet before. This was a whole new ballgame, although not unenjoyable.

"Ahaha! Guahays! Get ohohoffa mehehehe!" He wriggled and squirmed all he could but it was no use. If only he hadn't spent up all his feathers, his big wings could get him out of this situation with one flap.

"Well, now I feel left out." Compress chuckled, leaning over the arm of the sofa by Hawks's head and slipping his hands under the bird's arms, earning a loud chorus of tweeting as he tucked his arms to his sides.

"NOHOHO! C-Comprehehess! Ahaha! L-Lets tahalk about thihis! Plehehease!"

Toga giggled, pulling the birds shirt up and over his wings, exposing his back. "You're so goofy, pigeon man." She chuckled, blowing a raspberry on his spine, right between where his wings joined.

"Kyaaaaah! Togaaa! What the hehehell!?" The sensation took him by surprise, even more so when the attack on his sides started up again.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the little birdys gotten himself into a bit of a pickel~" Dabis teasing tone entered the chat as he stood in the doorway, watching the birds suffering. "Fell asleep on the couch again and took up all the room, did ya?" He chuckled, standing by the couch casually.

"I-It was an ahaccident!"

"Sure... Flip him." The burned man grinned. The rest of the group happily obliged, tussling with the bird as they flipped him onto his back, pinning him once more. This time, Dabi took a seat on Hawks's waist, smirking scarily down at him.

"Dabi. Look. We're friends right? Me and you? And all of you? Yeah?" The smile on Hawks cheeks was making it hard for the league to take him seriously. "I'll buy you dinner! Hah? How's that sound?" He bartered, tugging on his arms as Compress held them tight over his head. "A nice fancy, expensive dinner. All for you."

"Hmmm. I don't knooow." Dabi teased, starting to trace circles on Hawks exposed ribs, Twice following his lead as he drew shapes on the birds feet.

"I don't think that's enough compensation for the trouble he's caused." Toga chimed in, sitting back to back with Dabi, gently raking her nails up Hawks thighs, making them shudder under her touch. The poor bird could hardly contain his giggling. Why were the light touches so cruel and effective?

"Plehease! Y-Yohou guys are the wohorst! AHAHA! DAHAHABI! NAAAAA!" The bird's laughter suddenly exploded again as Dabi dug into his ribs, grinning at the reaction it got him. The way Hawks arched his back, mouth agape as he screamed with laughter.

"Poor little chicken. Maybe next time you won't get in my dear Togas way." Dabi chuckled, pressing into the lowest ribs in the set, laughing with his winged friend as the team continued their tickly attack on him.

"GYAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"

This went on for about twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of tickly bliss, where all Hawks could do was laugh without a care in the world. He was happy. Although they were essentially punishing him, there was definitely playfully and caring intent behind it. The way his friend's would tease him, patting his hair and switching positions whenever he got too out of breath. They cared about him, just had a funny way of showing it.

By now, his face was warm red, hot to the touch with a slightly sweaty shine to his brow along with streaks of tears that rolled down his cheeks glinting in the light as he shook his head. His struggling had died down to tired twitching and tugging occasionally. The bird was cooked.

"O-Okahay! OKAHAY- Stahap! Pwehehease! Ahaha! Is aha! I-Its too muhuch!" He pleaded, trying to flick his hair from his face as it flopped over his eye. The squad stopped their punishment as Dabi took hold of Hawks face, squeezing his cheeks as he held him steady.

"Now, you learned your lesson, chicken shit?" He chuckled, amused by how squishy Hawks face was. The tuckered out bird nodded as he panted, his lips smushed slightly.

"Mhm... M'not gonna go' it again." He mumbled, smiling the best he could. Dabi smirked, letting go and climbing off him, patting his cheek a few times. "Damn right. Now, you lot can do what you want with him. I'm off.' The fire user waved them off as he left the room.

"Movie time!" Toga cheered, tossing a pillow at Hawks as he sat up, rubbing his feet on top of one another to get rid of the ghost tickles like a little cricket.

Compress sat by his side, Twice on the other. "Next time, I won't go easy on ya." The two toned villain chuckled.

Hawks gulped. "That was easy mode?" His comment roused laughter from the others. The room felt warm, and friendly, like a home should feel. He was happy here with these villains. His found family.

[tunamayuuu]

Grace the anon here to freak out about your new atsulucy art, because these two literally have my heart AAABSJS THEY LOOK SO CUTEEE

Lucy is being squeezed, coddled, and showered with love and affection because she deserves to be loved, and Atsushi will gladly give her all the love in the world This Man Is Down Bad™. She fell first and hard, he fell second, and just as hard if not harder. They're so precious to me.

She loves romance according to her character sheet, so he's probably trying to be romantic here. He means well but given the vein on her her lower left cheek he might be squeezing a little too hard using his tiger strength.

The art is very gorgeous and I love how you drew Lucy's hair! Your gradient coloring is actually pretty cute, I love the pink!!

Moral of the story I am insane over this art and I'm insane for them. Thank you for delivering the food today, I feel refreshed 💪🥹

GRACE I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME MONTHS TO REPLY TO. i hope you've been well!! i get so happy and overwhelmed when u send in asks so i take a while i rlly am sorry...

thank you so much!!! i know i don't interact with or make a lot of atsulucy fanworks but i really do love them! i relate to lucy on a personal level and we both like atsushi, what can i say..

i actually was inspired to draw it that way because i have a good friend who doesn't know their strength when being affectionate 😭 you're so right about the "fell first, fell harder" though i think lucy falls harder... it's the hopeless romantic in her........ YOU'RE SO CORRECT ABT ATSUSHI'S TIGER STRENGTH GETTING THE BETTER OF HIM THOUGH.

and thank youu! i recognize now that my gradient doodles don't really perform well (or maybe it's because it's atsulucy and half my following are here for the suegiku stuff only) so this means so much to me

i am personally INSANE everytime u come to my inbox to appreciate my work! i want to do my best answering every little thing you mention so i'm really sorry my memory gets in the way of timely replies :(

[withleeknow]

spring day and epiphany (my personal fave) are on today's microwave rotation 🌸 that translation- STOB IT ARE YOU TRYING TO HURT ME this is president jin running for his people HE'S TRULY THE BEST 🥺🥺

I'm so ready for yoonjin crumbs we've been STARVED I'll be waiting not-so-patiently like this: https://we.tl/t-osUYNLIg72

jimin really had the designated cuddly kitten agenda https://tinyurl.com/4t62xxub - doesn't it look like he gives the best hugs 🥺

lmao I'm WFH rn and the W in WFH is just a side thing today - I'm juggling bangtan reunion and enha's d2 in japan - in our drought of WWH-flying kisses, we'll just have to make do with some from our little rockstar ˙ᵕ˙ https://tinyurl.com/2s4t7bnm also if this ain't me every time we spam each other dopamine sources <3

P.S. I hopped over to your other blog THE OT7 HEADER PHOTO you work so fast it's so pretty:'))

P.P.S. your hinting at the defrosting of bangtan writings *cue: onigiri finding another rabbithole to leap into*

P.P.P.S. on the same wavelength - if you were to so kindly grace this blog with obs-esque mimo writing I would scream. then die. then scream some more. with love.

i know jin will just bother yoongi so much i hope we'll at least be fed with yoonjin selcas to sustain us until hobi comes home 😭

mimi is my healing angel, i just know a mimi hug will cure me 😭

man if i had known today was gonna be like this i would've booked today as my wfh day. but alas we're working from home tomorrow so at least i won't have to suffer the seokjin hug fest in the office 🫡

ohhh :((( our little rockstar indeed. he's adorable :((( and is it just me or does that angle make him look so much like mimo in that clip :o i love ping ponging dopamine with you onigiri it's the highlight of my day :(((

the ot7 pic is so precious to me i had to !!! my previous header i made after last year's festa so it felt like it was time for a change :') that is, until another ot7 pic drops when hobi comes back. i am so pumped to slowly make my way back to writing for the tannies again !!! i would be absolutely thrilled if you were to indulge my bangtan stuff too 🥹

i would be pretty excited to do an obs-esque thing for mimo over here 🥹 there is actually a mimo in obs (not really, i'm lying lol. there's a minho mention in one of the obs drabbles but i wasn't a skz stan then so i just picked a random name but look at the cosmic coincidence it turned out to be <3) so imagine if i wrote a spinoff for him 🤣

[madame-fear]

Hi! Can you please do #23 with Lucerys Velaryon where he thinks you’re betrothed to someone else but really you’ve somehow managed to get engaged with him but he doesn’t know yet and you’re just teasing him? Additionally can this please be an AU where Lucerys Velaryon survives and didn’t get eaten by Vhagar 😭😭 My heart could not take it 😭

— the betrothal ceremony

a/n : YES OFC, I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM😭😭 might be longer than usual because i loved this so much that i might have gotten carried away !! hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it, sweetling ♡ and sorry for the bad title lol

summary : request word count : 2.7k

characters included : lucerys, rhaenyra, some random highborn Lord (whomever you want lol) and reader/you.

genre : fluff. prompt/scenario(s) : — 23. “and who are you to tell me who i can and can't be with?” “i'm your future husband, and probably, father of your future children.”

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The news regarding your betrothal had been discussed early in the morning by the Small Council, and they had been delivered to you by the Queen herself, Rhaenyra. She had known you since you were born; your House being particularly close to the Targaryens, and being one of the most important Houses who showed support to the current Queen being the rightful heir to the Iron Throne.

Being so close to her and her children, she knew about the mutual crushing Lucerys and you had on each other since childhood, and up to this day. It was pretty obvious to everyone, except for the two of you, apparently – even if she tried to constantly reassure you that he liked you back, and more than you thought.

For him, you were like his personal safe space that he desired to forever be with. Since early childhood, you always sticked by his side, no matter the situation: defending him from his uncles, comforting him when he came back to the Castle after the Battle of Storm's End, having nearly died eaten by Vhagar... and of course, you were the one who gave him a shoulder to cry on when he was terrified of thinking about never seeing your precious face again after that moment. Also, you always defended his name and honour whenever you heard someone mentioning the classic gossiping of him being a bastard. Remembering all those moments where you defended him, it made him fall even harder for you, if that was any more possible – and his mother knew about how you felt for each other, always finding situations in which she could pair the two of you together.

Now that you were of proper age, she proposed to betroth both of you together, which couldn't make you any more happier once she informed you about it, and you could only hope he was joyful about said news, just like you were.

“Sweetling,” she spoke loudly enough so you could hear her, as you were walking around the large halls of the Castle. Snapping out of your trance of thoughts, you turned around, offering the platinum-haired Queen a warm smile, “your Grace,” you greeted, playfully curtsying to her as she made her ways towards you. “I just finished a meeting in the Small Council,” she began, making you tilt your head waiting for her to continue. “Considering Luke and you are already of proper age to be wed, we've decided to betroth the two of you together.” a smile began growing broader, and some chuckles as well at the sight of your eyes widening, and your mouth becoming a toothy-grin. “Oh– wait, really?” your voice quivered with excitement, the rising of your curves on the corner of your lips was so grand that your cheeks slightly hurt, your face becoming flustered.

“Yes, my dear.” Rhaenyra assured you, feeling genuinely contented with your reaction. “We've arranged the betrothal dinner to be for tonight. But,” she continued, “I thought it would be fun if all the guests invited to the dinner knew about your betrothal with Luke, except him. Make him think you're betrothed to someone else, but in the end, you can surprise him with the news yourself.” it was quite a particular way to celebrate a betrothal, but you couldn't object against it, as you thought it would be fun to tease him a bit before revealing your engagement together. You tittered with excitement, still showing your tooth a bit, and nodded in agreement. “O-Of course! I think that is actually quite a peculiar way of revealing my betrothal to him, and I love the idea.” there were so many emotions overwhelming you: excitement, nervousness, anxiety, and overall, joy.

Without a second thought, you threw yourself st her with arms wide open, and embraced her into a tight, loving hug. “I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough for this moment, my Queen.” you quietly spoke, as she immediatly returned the hug, softly caressing your back in a tender way. “You shouldn't thank me, sweet girl.” she replied, and you gently broke apart the embracing. “Just enjoy the moment, and wear your best dress and jewellery.” flashing you a teasing wink, her lips once again were shaped into a broad smile – already eager for the betrothal dinner that was yet to come. In response to her comment, you giggled with a hint of nervousness, and content in your tone, the fluster on your cheeks rising to your ears.

“I will, your Grace. I promise not to disappoint.”

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The night was quick to fall, as the early beginning of dusk was beginning to show itself – the hooting of owls and crickets chirping disturbing the usual quietness around the Castle.

Minutes before the betrothal dinner, and during, you couldn't help but occasionally fidget with the jewellery Rhaenyra had suggested for you to wear, mostly with the vivid crimson-coloured ruby on your necklace. There were quite a few houses invited, most of them were all very important houses whom wholeheartedly supported Rhaenyra as a Queen; members of your House were obviously there as well, all of them proudly congratulating you for your engagement with the young Princeling, and Lord of the Tides. Every Lord and Lady attending the flamboyant ceremony they had prepared for your betrothal were obviously aware whom you were getting wed to, except, someone in particular... which was your betrothed, Lucerys.

Everything went according the rapid plan both Rhaenyra and you had prepared as she informed you about your betrothal. And how come he wasn't even aware that he was attending the ceremony of his own betrothal? Perhaps, it was simply because his emotions and feelings were taking the best of him upon hearing the news of you being betrothed – with clenched jaw, and eyes never leaving your face as you laughed and joked with some Lords. The moment felt slow and dreadful, and there was a mix of burning rage, jealousy, and angst in him. The dark crimson and shining golden colours in both your dress and jewellery highlighted your features, and it didn't help the fact that you so graciously smiled and laughed... he was truly in another world as he scanned every single motion, and expression of yours. You were surely going to be the death of him.

Lucerys didn't even know who your betrothed was. Of course, he had previously asked his mother, but she simply passed it as "a betrothal between Lady (y/n) and a highborn Lord who is close to House Targaryen". His mother's reply didn't satisfy him, but in a certain way, he preferred not to know – and he didn't want to know only to stop thinking about the present moment, as he, from a dimly lit corner, watched you dance and laugh with some Lord, whom he assumed it might be your betrothed, but he wasn't fully sure about it yet. His hands were tightly crossed against his chest, and his jaw was so badly clenched, to the point he knew that the following day he'd feel it sore. A deep, frustrated huff escaped him – he couldn't take it any longer, he needed to be with you, and be the one making you smile and giggle.

As he was leaning against a corner, he properly stood and uncrossed his arms, making his way towards you, and the other dancing Lord. The upset expression on his face was notorious, even if he did the best of his efforts to put on a happy, joyful face– but he couldn't, because he was seething with many smothering emotions.

“My Lord.” his voice, as calm as he tried to sound, it came sounding rather stern. The giggling and smiles between you and the other highborn Lord stopped, as your attentions focused now on Lucerys; the Lord giving him a single nod, and warmly greeting him. “May I take Lady (y/n)'s hand?” his expression softened upon seeing your enchanting face, whose cheeks were rosy tainted, and his voice ended sounding slightly more polite. The Lord, without a single objection, carefully released his grip on your hand, and allowed Luke to take it. “Congratulations on your betrothal, my Lady. It's quite a lovely ceremony.” the Lord spoke, offering you a kind smile before leaving, and making his way towards other Ladies and Lords.

“Thank you, my Lord!” you replied, half-shouting from all the loud noise of people speaking, and gentle music playing in the background as said Lord left. Your attention rapidly turned to Lucerys as he pulled you closer to his body. His eyes couldn't leave your face, and the way it was so beautifully lightened with the chandeliers hanging from the roof, whom were warm-coloured from the flames of the candles.

“Congratulations on the betrothal, my Lady. I am certain you must be thrilled with it.” the tone of sarcasm and anger was heard through his voice, and you were quick in understanding his mood, having known – and liked – him for such a long time. A warm grin appeared on your lips, as he gently twirled you around. It was hard for you to contain a chuckle, seeing how oblivious he was at his own betrothal ceremony. “Thank you, my Prince. I am indeed very grateful and joyful with my betrothed.” you replied, as your hanging earring swiftly dangled along your movements. His grip on your hand involuntarily tightened, as well as the way his jaw clenched. “Kostagon nyke gīmigon qilōni iksos se beri mēre? (May I know, who's the lucky one?)” his hand lost it's grip on yours, and went up to gently – but firmly – grabbing your arm, pulling you to him, as he whispered to you in High Valyrian. What he just said, was something you understood very well, and clearly.

“I'm surprised you haven't been told yet, my Prince?” at this point, it was hard for you to contain a broad smile, trying to keep up with the teasing game. “I have not, unfortunately.” it was a hard balance between a soft, yet stern voice tone, growing irritated at the idea of you being now taken. “But whomever he is, I don't think he is fit enough for you, my Lady.” you raised your eyebrows at him, slightly tilting your head to your side – your earrings lowly jingling from the motion. “Oh? How come?” you inquired, “Se skorkydoso kostagon ao vestragon bona, lo ao gaomagon daor gīmigon qilōni ziry iksos? (and how would you know, if you're not even aware of who he is?)” having being taught some things about High Valyrian was useful to you, especially, when teasing Luke. A slight frustrated, and forced smirk grew on his face.

“Because there is no man in this world that can be worthy of such beautiful young Lady... not deserving of all the love you give.” the gentle, slow dancing movements stopped as he now stood in front of you: one hand holding your arm, and the other one tilting your chin so you would look deep into his fiercy hazel eyes, whom always stared at you with undying devotion. The background noise of chittering and laughing people, as well as the soft music being played, all faded away – feeling the two of you the only ones in the room.

“And who are you to tell me who I can, and can't be with?” you teased, a smirk rising upside on the corner of your soft lips. A few moments of shy silence grew in between the two of you. His emotions softened upon seeing the way you looked into him, which, unbeknownst to him: you were melting under the sensation of his fingertips carefully holding your chin. Luke gulped with an increasing feeling of anxiety growing on his chest, preparing himself for the following statement:

“I'm your future husband, and probably, father of your future children.” the words strangely escaped smoothly from his lips, unlike the idea of him stumbling upon his words he mainly had. At the sudden confession, your eyes grew slightly wider, and partly opened your lips to speak. “It doesn't matter whom my mother betrothed you with.” he continued, before you said anything. “I should be the one deserving of your love, having been enamoured of you since I've first laid my eyes on you, and no one could possibly replace my feelings for yo–” his now nervous rambling was interrupted by both your hands flying to cup his face lovingly, and needily pressing your lips against his rosy, plushy ones.

It took him a few moments to process the situation, as his eyes widened upon the sudden feeling of your lips against his own – but slowly, and joyfully, he gave into the kiss; his lips soon moving in sync with yours, as the hand that was holding your cheek now went to the back of your head, pushing you closer to him, absolutely over the clouds at the so desired feeling of kissing you. Unknowingly for the two of you, Rhaenyra watched the scene as she sat on a wooden chair on the dinner table, and proudly smiled to herself.

The kiss felt like an eternity, even if it was a straight minute until you had to pull apart for air, but still being inches from each others lips; heavily breathing and gasping. A goofy, toothy smile grew on him as he fluttered his eyes open to admire you, but quite rapidly, a feeling of guilt overcame him.

“I always loved you, (y/n), but what about your betroth–” you once again shushed him, but instead, by placing your index finger on his lips. “I've always loved you too, but you're so incredibly oblivious, dear Husband.” a confused expression – as well as a growing, crimson blush – was smeared all over his face, his eyebrows furrowing. “Your mother has betrothed me to you. We both made a plan to not tell you she betrothed us, until now.” gods, he felt so incredibly stupid for having been blinded by his own jealousy and ire that he did not realise his mother had betrothed you together. Previous flashing memories of some Ladies and Lords occasionally congratulating him for the betrothal came to his mind, and he suddenly fell into realisation as the finger you had placed on his lip slowly descended to fully place your hand on his chest.

“Mother betrothed us?” as he spoke, a huge smile grew on his lips at the thought of it; hazel eyes vividly shining with love and pure joy. You couldn't help but tenderly chuckle at his reaction, as your other hand softly caressed his cheek with your thumb. “Gods, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment. I can't believe I'll finally be able to call you my Lady Wife.” his hands lowered to your waist, and bought you closer to him, and placed a quick, rapturous kiss on your lips once again. “I promise you, I'll make you the happiest Lady in all of Westeros.” he mumbled, placing a last kiss on your forehead – all those kisses were obvious indicators that he had been expecting this moment his entire life, and now he couldn't be any more satisfied to have you.

“Come,” he said, as his hands left your waist. “Allow me to show off my beautiful future wife.” now, he offered you his arm for you to loop yours in his, causing you to widely smile, accompanied by a glint of redness across your face. “Of course, my dear husband.” you shyly retorted, ringing your arm in his, as he walked you towards a crowded place full of Lords and Ladies, gladly showing off the beauty he's got betrothed to as he flashed a glance to his mother, and muttering a quiet 'Thank You'.

A quiet, dreamy sigh escaped his lips as he could already imagine his future with you. An overwhelming feeling of being enamoured mixed with gratitude and satisfaction overtook his heart, as a broad and rapturous smile were shaped on his lips. Now, more than ever, he was keen in soon staring a beautiful family with you: one he was willing to love and cherish to no end, and of course, to eternally protect.

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Hi pando!! First of all, i hope ur having a good day, i rlly love the way u write, its so easy to read and understand (i have adhd and sometimes its pretty hard for me to concentrate lmao😭). Can i have Narcissus and Peonies for Jack in a lively festival (matsuri kind of festival?). Thank u, i hope ur great and hydrated!!! 💘

Narcissus ~ “forgive me for being envious, but i must be selfish for just this once” 

Peonies ~ “would it be too much…to ask for you to stay?”

~jack howl x gender neutral reader~

ANON THE BRIGHTEST SMILE SHINED ON MY FACE READING THIS i'm so glad that my writing is easy to understand for you!! i have some friends with adhd as well and can see how difficult it can be for yall sob- i do hope this one will be as easy to read as my other ones!! (thank you for the hydration reminder <3 i should probably go drink something now lol)

♡denial makes the heart grow fonder♡

Jack swore he only invited you to this festival to spend more time with you. As friends, he means. Nothing more, nothing less. Friends.

But the moment he saw your beautiful self appear from Ramshackle’s doorway, dressed in colorful traditional clothing that put the delicate sunrise and sunset to shame with your radiance, he knew he was done for. You stepped out of your dorm, clothes swaying with every graceful movement, as you looked up at him with an innocent shimmer gleaming in your eyes. Each color and fabric complimented your silk-like skin, your hair was adorned with brilliant accessories that fit like a crown for royalty, all while your cheeks glowed a precious rosy tint under NRC’s many lamp posts. 

You were beautiful.

“Uh, Jack,” Grim’s raspy voice interrupted the young man’s gawking. “Your tail’s wagging.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it is not.”

“Yes! It is— Okay, y’know what I give up,” the drained feline sighed, clearly growing tired of the beastman’s thick skull. If Jack wanted to be so stubborn, then so be it. Grim was only there to watch you and the Savanaclaw first year go off on your totally “not-a-date” date, and he couldn’t care less on whether or not Jack was finally honest with his own heart. It was Jack’s problem to deal with, and your problem to figure out. 

Jack swore he didn’t feel his heart leap miles and miles at the sound of you calling out his name, melodic and harmonious, among the bustling crowd of people flooding the festival’s moonlit streets. Beckoning him over to a new food stand, you excitedly held out a plateful of taiyaki—sweet, fish-shaped buns—for him, with one adorably hanging out of your mouth as you bit into the toasty treat. Fluorescent lanterns hung like clusters of stars above your heads as you both stood in each other's company, basking in the dreamy atmosphere the festival had created. Every laugh, grin, chuckle, and giggle of yours made the young wolf-man feel as if he was reborn into the world as your very existence filled him with life. Life that hugged and embraced the man in your gentleness. It was… a nice feeling, he supposed. But don’t read into it too much, okay? He just liked the feeling of being around you… Yes! That's right.

The feeling. That was it. 

Jack was sure he didn’t feel a twinge of jealousy course through his veins the instant he witnessed a group of rather charming boys approach you. He knew they had been following behind the two of you throughout your time at the various food stalls. The boy was a wolf, remember? His keen senses would never let him down. However, he didn’t expect the group of boys to actually grow enough courage to talk to you the second he left to go buy a cup of shaved ice for you both. Jack, breathing in and out, attempted to remain calm, relaxed, and unbothered by this situation. He was okay, the world was okay, and you were simply making new friends at this festival. Nothing to worry about. 

But all of his composure dissipated into thin air as he watched one of the handsome strangers step a tad bit too close to your body and rested his lazy arms against your shoulders. 

Oh dear. 

“Excuse me, but,” Jack sternly called out as he stepped between you and the group of boys in front of you, "(Y/n) and I have to go, uh, meet up with some friends right now.”

You peered up from behind the first year’s back, confused at his previous statement. “Jack? What do you mean? Are there other NRC students here?”

Ignoring your questioning gazes, Jack briskly took initiative as he grasped your shoulders and escorted you away from the gaping eyes of the boys you had just met, shielding you with his broad figure like a protective barricade against those who were romantically interested in you. "Forgive me for being envious, but I must be selfish for just this once," Jack mumbled while he kindly guided you to a more secluded area—one where he could properly speak to you with less crowds drowning out his voice. 

No, stop— What in Twisted Wonderland was he saying?

“I know we’re not… anything particularly special,” he began as he twiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves, “nor do I have the right to pull you away from those who take an interest in you, but—”

Jack, if you know what’s good for you, stop right now! Jack voiced to himself. I don’t like (Y/n) in that way… right?

Although his actions proved his thoughts wrong as he slowly reached for your hand and cradled it in his own, eyes glued to the dark pavement of the streets as he avoided any sort of eye contact with you. 

“Would it be too much… to ask for you to stay?”

You sighed, blinking back up to Jack’s evading stares. “Jack, if you were feeling jealous of those boys, you could have just told me!” you giggled, leaving the beastman stunned at your ability to read between his words so well. 

Maybe he should go on and confess his feelings for you quickly before you go and figure that one out too. 

… Just maybe.

a/n: alexa play "i won't say (i'm in love)" from hercules bc this man RAIDIATES IT-

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Friendship Bracelets

Alex Jones/Barry Milland x GN!Reader (Platonic)

Fluffy fluff fluff

Pt1

Summary~ You Two Make Friendship Bracelets together, Pretty Self Explanatory.

A/N~ This is bad cus I'm tired please don't read this💀I want nothing more than to have this sweet baby angel smile and be happy and safe forever. I just want this precious baby boy to have fun doing arts and crafts and playing with his car toys until the end of time. I just want him to be happy 😭

You had been Alex's assigned live in carer for around nine months now. He was extremely hesitant to get to know you at first, but slowly, over time, he began to trust you. You were always gentle and patient with him, making him feel safe and protected. You kept your voice calm and steady whenever you were around him, never made any sudden movements or touched him without warning. No-one had ever treated him with kindness before, for once, he felt like he had a friend.

You had always had a special talent for jewellery making. Frequently trying new techniques and experimenting with new materials and patterns, consistently wearing your favourite pieces. You always noticed Alex fixating on the necklaces, Rings and bracelets you wore. Every time you did, you'd see a curious look in his eye, like he wanted to learn your skills but didn't know how to ask. To help him feel included, you had a kid friendly jewellery set ready for him. His face brightened slightly as you showed him, helping you clear the coffee table to have more space to work with.

The jewellery set was placed in the middle of the wooden coffee table, Alex was on his knees, threading colourful plastic beads through a thin piece of string, tongue poking out, looking focused, you were working on your own bracelet, though not as intensely. Every so often you would throw Alex a glance to see if he needed help, most of the time, Alex was alright, working slowly and quietly on his masterpiece. Once you reached the middle of your bracelet, you looked at the cute charms that were included, small plastic rainbows, animals, hearts and other childish designs looked back at you.

Your eyes landed upon the purple and yellow BFF charms, a small smile gracing your face as you went to pick them up. Your movement attracted Alex's attention as he looked up to see what you were doing, you showed him the charms, explaining "These are charms that you can put on your bracelet, if you'd like, these ones say that we'll be best friends forever, but if you don't want those there's many more you can chose from." You offered, showcasing all the charms, "You can have more than one if you want." He gently picked up the purple BFF charm, a cute bunny charm, a rainbow charm and a glittery, golden star, mumbled a thank you, and began working again, adding the charms whenever he wanted. You carefully threaded the yellow BFF charm onto your bracelet and continued working on your piece.

Once you were both finished, you tested your fist to ensure you could comfortably get it on and off, it fit perfectly as you knew your wrist size well. You could see Alex trying to replicate your action but not knowing why or what he was looking for. You offered help, which he accepted, and warned him that you were going to touch him slightly, he nodded at your warning and prepared himself as you gently performed your wrist-and-fist test, it fit. Pulling the piece of jewellery off of him to carefully tie a knot between the beginning and end, tightening it so that it would have a very hard time becoming undone. "Now we'll be best friends?" He asks you softly, you nod and smile, tying your own knot so that you both had completed bracelets, "Forever." You smiled.

Once again I know this is bad, deal with it.

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[thecassafrasstree]

After last week's episode, and the new sneak peek, and reading this I have some THOUGHTS(TM).

I really really really REALLY REALLY REALLY DON'T WANT JACK TO DIE because he's my precious cinnamon roll nougat son, and having to watch my little breadbun suffer and die is already gouging my heart out with a rusty spoon and the episode hasn't even aired yet.😭 But I think you're right that he kinda has to die, at least for a little while.

(And let's be honest, if they killed off Jack permanently, the fandom would probably riot.)

For one thing, dying and coming back would really make him a genuine, bonafide Winchester. It's pretty much a rite of passage for them, really. But I don't think he's going to go to Heaven if/when he does. He may be part human and have a soul (I'm assuming) but he's also part angel...

And angels go to the Empty.

As much as Jack absolutely deserves to have a place in Heaven (pure bean that he is), given the way the narrative is being set up, I think he has to end up in the Empty for 2 main reasons:

1) Lucifer was just awakened in the Empty. I can only assume that since we know angels leave a remnant of their grace inside their vessels (as with Sam and Gadreel in season 9) that Nick must have some small fraction of Jack's grace left in him after Lucifer swallowed it at the end of season 13. That might explain why he survived, and would definitely explain why, in a moment of emotional turmoil, he could awaken Lucifer in the Empty (but not bring him back all the way) in much the same way Jack woke Cas (but couldn't bring him all the way back) as well. If Jack is going to get the rest of his grace back, he's going to have to go to the Empty and possibly have to confront Lucifer for it.

2) Asides from Chuck himself, Jack is the only one we've seen to be able to resurrect dead angels in any capacity (and I actually have some doubts about that with Chuck actually, but that's a whole other post). And we know from the synopsis that Heaven is reaching its breaking point. If Jack dies, ends up in the Empty, and takes his grace back from Lucifer, he'd be be in a prime position to bring the rest of the angels back with him.

When you think about it, it all this lines up kind of nicely with the Christ imagery surrounding Jack that you mentioned in your post. Jack would die (choose to die, even), spend some time (i.e. 3 days perhaps?) dead, during which time he faces off against Satan, and then rises again, bringing the world's salvation with him (the angels Heaven needs to keep running).

Plus, while Jack isn't exactly the Son of God, he is technically the Grandson of God, so it kinda plays out. XD

Those are my thoughts anyway. ^_^

“Whatever is begotten, born, and dies”: Sailing to 14x08

Ok fam! I intended, I really did, to write a nice chewy piece of speculation about “Byzantium” and what it might be referencing and how I think it ties into the “sacrifice” Castiel is likely to make. But then Tumblr went kablooey and also I have a huge series of events at work that are taking up all my time and also really wearing me out. So I’m going to push through and see what I can do! I also had some thoughts from this post I made before (which I know that @amwritingmeta​ added a lot of great stuff to the original post but Tumblr is being a total ass and not showing me those additions…reblog with link?)

Onto the new stuff! So, W.B. Yeats wrote a poem, “Sailing to Byzantium,” that is super famous and that you probably had to study in school. People like to use Yeats for titles so this may not even be relevant but I am a literature nerd of the highest order and I am not going to pass up an opportunity to geek out here. (Also: there is a 70s band called Byzantium that has a self-titled album and one called “Seasons Changing.” I guess that’s probably a more likely referent but idgaf I am going with this Yeats thing!]

[Fairly wild speculation based on a Yeats poem below the cut. Tl; dr is that I think Jack will die in 14x08 and that he will want to. The “sacrifice” Cas makes and the thing that Dean thinks is “unfair” is the same thing and that’s letting him make his own decision to die. But don’t worry he’ll be back.]

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