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bunnyluvx · 5 months ago

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the hanged man.

featuring: julian devorak x gn!reader. (w/ asra!)

summary: the morning after the dock talk.

warnings: death mention. nothing else.

a/n: HELLO SWEETIES!! i present thee with my first fanfiction!! all of my other content has been hcs/imagines up until this point and i am very excited about it! i did not expect for my first fanfic on here to be angst but i got so giddy about this idea that i couldn't wait. i am about to finish nadia's route and omg i am so nervous???? literally one more book, then i find out which ending i got. i REALLY want her reversed ending but will not be completely displeased if i get her upright ending. we shall see within the next couple of days. thank you to the ppl who gave constructive criticism to help me better this fanfic!! proofread. now enjoy your angst >:3

date started: 10:24PM, july 4th, 2024. date finished: 9:30PM, july 8th, 2024.

divider credit: @thecutestgrotto

wc: 1.9k

Sun pours in through the window beside your bed. It tickles your skin, urging you to wake from your slumber. The light tries to pull the covers off of you as the day calls your name, but you do not answer. You lay curled up on your side, blankets huddled around you in a cocoon. You don't carry the usual motivation that you have to get up and get things done, not today. All you want to do is hide in the blankets away from the world and stay there forever. So many emotions that are far too heavy for you to carry weigh on your shoulders, and if sleeping forever was an option, you would have dozed back off by now. But the sun is persistent in its mission at waking you, so your eyes begrudgingly peel open.

Your sight is welcomed by the same view that you have been greeted with every morning for the past three years. You lay still for a moment to take everything in. So much has happened ever since the countess asked that you take on the task of finding Count Lucio's killer, Doctor Julian Devorak. The first time that you met him, he had broken into your shop, and you found him again at the Rowdy Raven. Somehow, you managed to run into him again after a few weeks, one thing led to another, and you had fallen in love with the very man that you had sworn to catch for hanging. This romance did not last you very long, for last night, he left you. He told you that he was a disaster waiting to happen, that he didn't want to hurt you. He was so convinced that if you chose him, you would have chosen a horrible fate, and he couldn't let you do that to yourself. He walked you home, and while having dinner with Asra after speaking about your day, you broke. You had spent most of that night in tears with them at your side the entire time, holding you and rubbing your back to comfort you.

You turn around to see Asra exactly where he was when you had fallen asleep; At your side, on their back with their arm extended out to you incase you wanted to curl up against them. He had warned you about Julian, and his words echo in the back of your head. "The only thing he loves more than drama is his own suffering. And he's determined to chase both." You reflect on the way that he spoke of himself when he was fighting with himself about leaving you, and you find it so hard to believe that Julian is anything like how he sees himself. With the little time that you had spent together, you can see Julian's big heart, one that is kind and adventurous and full of love for the people around him. Despite everything that happened in his past, whatever it was, you can't see him as anything more than someone you want to love.

Enough is enough. You cannot lay here and sulk all day, even though that's all you really want to do. Slowly, you manage to sit up from bed, careful with your movements so that you don't wake Asra. You decide to go downstairs to make some tea for yourself, since it always makes you feel better. You trudge to the shop below, still groggy from slumber, and grab the teapot before waking the salamander and politely asking to light a fire for you. The fire flares up, and you make your favorite brew.

After you make your tea, you delicately take the mug into your hands and blow on it before having a sip. A content sigh escapes your lips as your eyes close, savoring the taste on your tongue. You take another slow sip before your eyes open, looking around the shop that you have learned like the back of your hand. You figure that you'll probably need to open up today, which you don't think will be too much of a problem. Standing around won't do you much good, you think, so you decide to stand outside for some fresh air. You make your way to the door and open it, one foot is about to step out of the door when you stop upon seeing something just under your foot. You move it back into the shop, then lean over and see..a letter? Your name is written on the front in handwriting that you have seen in the palace's library, and you know exactly who it's from.

You scoop the letter up from the floor before dashing inside, slamming the door behind you before rushing to the front counter. Anxiety swirls around within your stomach hotly, and your hands slightly tremble as you rip open the letter. You free the paper from its prison and unfold it, then begin to read.

My Dear,

I knew that I wouldn't be able to stay away from you. At the time that I am writing this letter, it has only been a couple of hours since I dropped you back off at the shop. The moment that I walked away, all I wanted to do was come running back to you. My heart was screaming at me to turn around, to ask you to come with me, wherever that meant for us to have gone. I guess that just proves how selfish I am, or maybe just how alluring you are. In the end, the decision that I made was for the better of both of us. We could never be together, no matter how badly we want differently.

Believe me when I say that I did not want this to end the way it has. I have never wanted to cause you harm or heartache. If I could, I would spend the rest of my life taking your pain away. But I have only one purpose in this life, and that is to hurt. I am destined to bring misery to everyone in my life, and to live alone. Choosing a future with me would mean to choose a future full of disappointments, and I do not want to disappoint you anymore. I do not want to disappoint anyone anymore. So I will not burden you with my presence. You will be able to go on with your life, chasing a future that will not wind up with you getting hurt. You are the last person that I want to drag into my mess, so I have to let you go.

Though our time together was short, I enjoyed it all. Every moment with you made me feel more alive than I have ever felt before. It is not often that I find someone who is willing to get into some mischief with me, so finding you and sharing the experiences that we had together is something that I am very grateful for. I am grateful that you allowed me to be in your company for as long as you did, and I am grateful for the kindness and care that you showed me. You have such a gentle, beautiful soul, and everyone who has ever crossed paths with you are the luckiest people on planet to have been able to experience your presence.

I could go on about how lovely you are. You have so much love to give, and you are caring. You had the capacity to care for me, and for that, I am grateful. One day, I can only hope that you will understand that leaving you was for your benefit. I do not want to bring you the suffering that I have brought so many others, so I will spare you of myself. I am struggling to believe that this decision is the right one, honestly. All I can think about is running back to your shop and breaking in again to tell you how sorry I am, and to beg for your forgiveness. That's something that we are going to have to find out together, I guess.

Forever Yours,

Dr. Julian Devorak

You don't know how long tears have been falling down your face. Your chest feels tight, like it's about to burst, and you can't breathe. A hand hovers over your mouth as you stare in horror at the paper in your hand. Too many emotions crash into you all at once for you to even begin processing the words in front of you. You couldn't believe that this is how it's ending between you and Julian. You know that part of why he feels this way about himself is because he has no memory of the night that he allegedly murdered Count Lucio. However, there is also the opposite end of that spectrum; He doesn't remember. There could be a chance that he didn't actually kill the count, and if that's the case, then you need to figure out what actually happened that night. Your blood runs overwhelmingly hot inside you as you ruminate on Julian's irresolution. You feel like you shouldn't even be this upset about someone that you didn't even have a solid relationship with, but you can't ignore the agonizing stabbing feeling in your heart. He could be innocent, but he is more willing to live his life wallowing in his own guilt than to live knowing that the baggage that he is carrying is unneeded.

You are unable to control your body any longer as you collapse to your knees, your loud sobbing betraying the anger that you stirred inside you just moments ago. A brief feeling of regret is drawn from you for even thinking of being angry, leaving as soon as it comes to be replaced with desolation. Grief for what could have been, for what you so desperately wanted this to be, overwhelms you. Shrieks from your voice scream into the empty shop as you hold the letter to your chest with both arms, your torso leaning forward in a fetal position on the floor.

Footsteps scatter down the stairs, and familiar eyes lay upon you. Your cries have awakened Asra, and they are at your side within seconds. His hands are on your shoulders and he sits on the floor with his feet under his butt, his knees propping him up. They watch worriedly as you heave and wail, only when you sit up do they see the letter in your hand. He doesn't say anything, for he knows exactly what has happened. Their eyes darken before they return their focus to you, you are far more important right now. You cry out to whatever spirit will listen, and collapse into Asra's arms. A strong embrace comes around you, only protecting you so much from the hurt of your heart.

You cannot understand what is going inside of Julian's head for the life of you. You do not understand why he feels such a strong need to push you away when all you want is to love him. He has admitted to wanting the same thing, so you feel so confused as to why he just won't let you. You find it difficult to believe that he truly hates himself so much, that he despises the very person that you see so much good in. The fact that he hates someone who took on a curse in which he takes on other's wounds because of his own guilt baffles you. A future without Julian is not a future that you want, but it is what he believes that he deserves. He believes that he deserves to walk the world alone for the rest of his life, and despite the fate that he has condemned himself to, something muffledly admits to you that it is not what he is bound to live.

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icarusredwings · 4 months ago

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You asked, you shall receive. @exuberantocean

🌘Sleepy Doctor Head Canons 🌒

(And more)

♤ 9 barley ever sleeps when he has companions. He'd try to sleep the bare minimum that he could, hence why he was so tired as 10.

♤ 9 will lay with you if you asked, but you're hilarious if you think he's going to sleep. He has too much to think about, and if he falls asleep, there's a chance of grusome nightmares. Yeah, it's not happening, mate, sorry.

♤ When he does sleep its ussually sitting upright. The TARDIS has scolded him multiple times for dozing off while literally standing. He just crosses his arms and nods off like someone's uncle at a boring cookout.

♤ He slept a little more when it was just Rose and Him, but was far too nervous to let her near him when he was asleep in fear he'd hurt her from bad dreams. (He's strangled companions in the past and would be devistated if he did that to her.)

☆10 is a sleepy boy. He doesn't sleep as much as 12 or 14, but he definitely does try to get at least SOME sleep every day(night)

☆If for some reason he can't sleep that long for multiple days in a row, he becomes cranky. He needs at least 4 out of the 24 hours per day, He likes 6 every night (specifically if they're on earths clock) from 2 am to 8 am. Sometimes, he will sleep 8 if he's really tired, but often doesn't because he's far too busy or energetic.

☆ 10 likes sleeping with companions (OI! Knock it off, you nasty animals! Don't make me spray you.) This being said, Rose is definitely his favorite, and she is the only one he feels comfortable with being actually asleep.

☆ Meaning if Rose is not around? You will not catch him deep sleeping. He doesn't trust himself to fully sleep around others yet. He doesn't close off the cuddle pile, though, so anyone can join. As long as Rose is there to calm him if something goes sideways in his head.

☆ He really likes curling up and his hair being played with until he falls asleep. The second you stop stroking his head back cheeks, he likes anywhere, really. He wakes up and whines and asks why'd you stop.

♧ 11 is like trying to get.. well.. an 11 year old to go to sleep. It's going to take some work and some bribing. He's a "naps add up" kind of guy rather than a full term.

♧ Will he sleep in front of others? Yes. Will he also purposly stay up all night so that he doesn't have to chance a nightmare? Yes. Do I see him taking naps with Rory in random sitting upright chairs with his arms crossed and his fez tilted down? Also, yes.

♧ 11 much rather go Go GO than go to bed. When he does actually sleep in a bed, it's usually fully clothed so he can jump up if needed. Stuffies are optional but appreciated.

♧ If your goal is to tire him out for bed? Good luck. The only person who can successfully get him to go to bed is River, and even then, that's only if she plays with his hair and promises to him nothing will happen if he dozes off for an hour or two. That she'll "Watch the universe" for him. When he asks what will happen, she just smiles and says "Spoilers, sweetie. Spoilers."

◇ Despite the fact he jumped out the bedroom window the second anyone wasn't watching him, 12 has come to learn to like beds and sleeps like a mideval peasent whos been struck by plauge.

◇ He snores loudly, breaths heavily, grunts, rolls, kicks, you name it, he does it, but he sleeps with his mouth open, so most times he keeps water near him if hes in a bed. If he's in a chair upright, his snores are much quiter. Maybe it's because he's older, maybe it's because when he nods off, it's more of a passing out rather than a willing thing, so he never gets too deep into the RIM cycle.

◇ He claims that he doesn't enjoy touching or hugging, that he's "not that kind of person," but you can catch him hugging pillows as if they were people he once knew..

◇ If you're really lucky and he's having a bad time, he might ask you to sleep in the same bed with him, but don't expect to be cuddled rather than stared at the entire night.

◇The only person who has succeeded in cuddles is probably Missy, and it was by force. Missy likes her cuddles. (Maayybbee Clara, but he's kind of afraid of crushing her. Time Lords are heavy, you know.)

◇ 12 nods off like a grandpa in church after 2:15 pm. but not nearly as much as 14, and never mid conversation. Mid movie though? Always.

◇If he's having a hard time getting to sleep, he'll litsen to 80s rock.

♡ 13 gets anxious when asked to sleep. She had 20 years' worth of sleep already from Prison. She doesn't want to sleep any time soon. Bunk beds are not cool anymore.

♡ Much like 11, she would rather not sleep unless she has too and would prefer moving on and pushing through then sleeping. She can leave sleep for the next one (which she did)

♡ You can often find her staying up tinkering for multiple nights until she physically crashes while there's a tool in her hand and WHOOPS there goes the TARDIS!! Now something is on fire, but oh well. She'll be fine.

♡ 13 ADORES cuddling and holding hands while laying down. Just don't ask her to go to sleep or else she will become worrisome. She is the type of incarnation that needs to relax enough to fall asleep on her own, without prompt or mention of going to sleep. Yaz has gotten her to fall asleep a few times, and after that, it's cat laws. No moving allowed.

● As mentioned before, 14 is always nodding off in random places. The Noble's entire property is a big spot with the label "SAFE FOR SLEEPING" on it, whether it be the couch with Wilf, in a rocking chair, the kitchen chairs, the lawn chairs outside, up in his room in the attic, hell sometimes you'll catch him on the floor in Rosie's room.

● They *were* talking about homework and UNIT, but he got mid way through a story and passed out on the carpet in which Rosie put a weighted blanket on him and gave him some stuffed animals she made. This is usually how it goes. If he falls asleep anywhere but his own room, he can almost always wake up to a blanket on him (or his coat on him) and at least one plushie.

● About once a week, its not rare for Sylvia to come down in the morning and see him sleeping at the kitchen table in his robe, For Donna to find him snoring on the couch with Wilfred and make a joke about 'which one is grandad?' Or for Shaun to come home only to see a man cuddled up with his wife in their bed. At this point, he doesn't even mind it, just joins right in.

"Night terrors again?"

"Ooh.. yeah, Sorry. He just sort of crawled in."

"Like Rose used too?"

"Exactly like that. But if he comes tellin' me he threw up, I might slap him."

"Well, scoot over, This is my bed too innut?"

●The nighbors used to be concerned about an alien living in Donna's attic, but now they just adore him and give Donna a ring if they get too worried. Bassically, the whole neighborhood is on Doctor Duty. He aint dying on their watch.

"y'ello?"

"Ohh, Hello Donna."

"Hello Marjorie... is this about the doctor?"

"Oh yes Im sorry, I know you said he's alright, but it's been almost 5 hours, and he hasn't budged an inch."

"Alright, one second- OI!! GET UP AND GET YER ARSE INSIDE! YOU'RE SCARING THE NEIGHBORS AGAIN!"

And that's usually when he startles awake and is forced into the house. If he doesn't wake up from that, he gets a slap. If that doesn't wake him up, 15 is called to take care of it.

● Thursdays, he is especially tired because therapy causes him emotional disregulation, and crying that much can make someone tired.

(These specifc Head canons portrayed in "The Man in the Attic" On Ao3)

■ Take one look at this man and tell me if you think he sleeps on a regular schedule or not. The awnser is No. When 15 does sleep, it's either a long time for 1 day or short amounts for multiple days. No in between.

■ He likes sleeping somewhere cozy and dimmed with orange/ yellow lights. I can see him snoozing in the memory Tardis with Ruby. He also goes stargazing with Ruby and sometimes nods off after a few hours of that but him in a bed? Never.

■ Sometimes, he pops by to nap with 14 because what's more therapeutic than cuddling yourself? Can't be snuck up on and attacked if there's an angry red head downstairs willing to fight the ToyMaster himself if he decided to try and wake up her dear friends the Doctor.

■ He enjoys sleeping with someone he knows well enough not to kill him/ will protect him if someone tries. This list so far invovles Ruby, Mel, Himself, (and Rouge if he didn't immediately dip out), possibly Rose if Donna allows it. (Hes kinda scared of her)

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dgttwisted · 4 months ago

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handle it

@oya-oya-okay sorry it was late

ever sense the embarrassment of opening ceremony almost no one takes him seriously. even though he has proven to be quite the strategist when it came to defeating overblot's everyone still treats Ceil like a child.

which while he can use to his advantage he hates thats how others see him as. he joined the equestrian club to prove that he has a handle horses an doesn't need others help to do so!

however Sebek an Silver still treat him like a child Riddle has grown a little bit more respect for him sense the whole ob situation that happened. Ceil was determind to prove that he can handle his own thus leading to this moment.

"i want to race you!"

"race me?"

"with our horses end of the courtyard Silver can be the judge"

"what brought this on?" it wasn't a no just a why?

"i know others in this club have there doubts but i would like to show that i am more then capable of holding my own on horse back!"

"i couldn't refuse you not when you have such genuine determination in your eyes, very well i accept your challenge! this evening during club we shall race!"

Later that evening more then just club members were there it seemed like half the school showed up to spectate. including Sabastian, Grim, Ace and Deuce among with many others.

word of someone trying to race the housewarden spread rather quickly it would seem. this was a part of Ceils plan of course the more people watching the more people he can show just how capable he really is!

"obstacles?" riddle said as he saw Silver an some other students setting up

"WE FIGURED IT WOULD SHOW YOUR SKILLS MUCH BETTER IF YOU HAD TO MANUVOR AROUND THEM!"

"stop your shouting Sebek, an yes also we made sure they were short enough so you could easily vault over them with your horses"

"i see then we shant let it go to waste" Ceil said with a smile

"if my underclassmen can handle it then so can i the race shall continue!"

as they got on there horses an an got to the starting line "ready an GO!"

an they were off jumping over obstacles an having there horses move around the ones to big they seemed deadly focused the both of them. suddenly the reins on Ceil's horse snapped off in the middle of the race.

"should we stop the race professer?"

"no need he can handle it" Sabastion said in fact not even looking over at ceil instead petting Grim.

though he wasn't watching Ceil did in fact handle it grabbing the horse by the main gently kicking his foot an turning the horse the right direction an speeding off.

there was a long strech were there were no obstacles just the stretch of the feild before the finish line this was it!

they were neck an neck they both bolted over the finish line everyone rushed over asking who won then Silver put his head up in confusion.

"hm? oh right the race...i dozed off"

"YOU WHAT!!!?"

Riddle an Ceil dismounted there horsed before they talked

"even though yours Reins snapped off you continued forward regardless of which one of us won you showed how capable you are today" he held out his hand

Ceil took it an shook it "thank you Riddle!"

#twst #i hoped you enjoyed

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krav3nn · 1 year ago

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what iffff

you and bill had a cute little self care night! like full of kisses, face masks und little massages. just taking care of each-other after tour??

sorry if it’s bad i really am not great at requests- but i do have maybe 1 or 2 more if you need/want them💕

༉‧₊˚🕯️SELF CARE NIGHT ༉‧₊˚🕯️

UGHH I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!!! This is the best prompt ever, idk how I didn’t think of this! Your GENIUS! Thank you so much for requesting I love you pookie. Anyways, you ask you shall receive!

BILL KAULITZ X GN!READER

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

I’m so bored!” You groaned rolling onto your back on the floor “I have an idea of what we could do.” Bill said with a smirk on his face. You sat up and threw your pillow at him with a groan. “phff sorry baby I can’t help myself.” Bill says with a chuckle “yeah yeah whatever billy, do you have any REAL ideaa.” You said playing with his hair. “Hmm.. I don’t know but if anything I wanna do somthing relaxing. This past month has been exhausting.” Bill said with a sigh

You and tokio Hotel had been on tour for the past 31 days. You and bill were the singers in the band and had it rough. During the signing you would get unwanted comments, (which bill did NOT let slide) And y’all did a bunch of different concerts. Moving from place to place just tired you out. You and bill were just so glad to be back home.

At his words you sit up and gasp. “THATS IT!” You say running to your bathroom where you kept your skin care. Grabbing two silly face masks, moisturizer, and two cute little animals headbands to hold your hair back. Bill was just sitting on the couch in confusion, hearing you rustling in the bathroom.

You quickly ran bad and jumped next to him, showing him the face masks in excitement. Bill laughed loudly. “Can we do these billy?” You say shaking him. “Ughhh fine only because I love you.” Bill said kissing your head. You squeal in excitement as you hand him the two face masks. Asking him which one he wants. The dog or the cat face masks. Bill obviously choose the dog because he’s a dog person.

You also grabbed the headbands and put one on bill but his long hair with still going in his face a bit so you run back to the bathroom and get a black and red scrunchy. You run back to bill and giggled as you put bills hair up with the scrunchies. “Do I look stupid?” Bill says with a laugh. “You could never look stupid” you say kissing his lips.

You ripped the mask sheet open, at sit on bills lap to put the mask on him. “Scheisse! That’s so cold!” Bill says. “Ugh stay still you big baby.” You say with a chuckle as you smooth out the mask on bills skin and quickly burst out into giggles. Running to get your camera to take a picture of him, he just looked so silly! You ran back and took the picture of bill sitting on the couch, making a funny face with the dog face mask on him.

“Okay okay! I wanna put yours on now!” Bill said, grabbing the cat face mask and opening it. You sit crisscrossed and close your eyes getting ready for the cold that was about to envelop your face. Bill puts the mask on your face and it was indeed cold. Once it was on, you opened your eyes. Bill looked at you and laughed. “Now we look silly together!” Bill says grabbing your hands and pulling you off the couch, jumping up and down with you and just being giddy.

After 15 minutes you both took the face masks off. Bill grabs your waist and pulls you down on top of him. “Bill!” You say with a laugh as you wrap your hands around his neck and sigh in content. Bills hand massage all over your body, rubbing your shoulders, your back, your butt, you’re legs, exc. you find yourself dozing off to sleep. Every few seconds you would feel a kiss on your head, and comforting words in your ear as you and bill finally fall asleep in each others arms….

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

A/N: Again thank you to this person for requesting this. I’m sorry this took so long for me to write this and it was so short. my adhd brain kept getting distracted. Buttttt I hope this lives up to your expectations, your royalty ‼️

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz x reader fluff

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 9 months ago

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Portrait of a Gentleman Through the looking glass

Portrait of a gentleman Through the looking glass

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Clavis x MC

Prompt : Ludus & Pragma

Part of : Shapes of Love Creation Challenge hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes

Tag: Hurt Comfort Disguise Insecurity Reassurance Angst Fluff

Word Count : 3.415

Author’s Note: Mirrors can show a lie and reflect the truth at the same time, of facade and reality twisted and twirled so strongly to melt in one to any untrained gaze

But any mask will show, sooner or later, cracks so little to left people wondering were the real truth is ?

It is the bright confidence or the rare moment of vulnerability of an heart wounded too deeply to be concealed any longer ?

The truth is in the middle and she has all intention to see it for herself, accept him as no one else ever did, showing him a world where the things he believed impossible are indeed possible.

A world where she won't shy away from loving him unconditionally.

offering bliss to an afternoon filled with memories and insecurities resurfacing to inflict anguish over his battered and bruised heart.

The same she won't shy away from healing with her words, revealing the truth of what he is for her, revealing the truth of the undeniable, playful, deep, bond they share together linked by the red string of love. 🥰

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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

There was a mirror in every bedroom of the palace, this was far from being a secret, everyone had a different relation with it and the images it reflected, emblems of how appearances are often crafted to be a mask, to hide and protect what was inside and what should remain concealed to prying eyes … and I was no exception.

Flashback

“Who do you see ?”

The first question she asked me when she dragged me next to her in front of the mirror echoed in my mind.

I was so hesitant to show her my room, but she was way too curious to see it, and truth to be told I am so weak for her puppy eyes I, reluctantly, decided to open myself a bit more, only with her though.

As predicted she didn’t judge anything about the room furniture, like the total absence of a bed, or about me … and yet I couldn’t help but feel a prickle of annoyance at the meticulous attention she was paying to the looking glass instead of me.

It’s not like I didn’t wish for her to explore my room to her liking … but honestly the mirror is, in my humble opinion, the least attractive furniture of them all.

I chuckle to myself, hiding the bitter reason for my statement behind a carefully crafted smile as nothing of what I think and feel shall be revealed on the surface.

It took me ages to accomplish it, but my effort paid off since I managed to fool everyone.

But not her.

She really was special to have seen through it, and nowadays, I still can’t say in all honesty if I am happy or not of that skill of hers.

Present

I sigh heavily, throwing my cape and gloves on the armchair, slumping ungracefully on the sofa.

It was a long and tiring day and, even though I would gladly doze off, I can't because work has not finished for me yet.

Moreover, my mind had the worst timing with making that memory resurface, as if I was not already in a bad mood.

-Who do you see ?

Indeed, what a naive question this is, I chuckle trailing lazily my gaze on the looking glass, standing in a corner of the room where he always was.

Dull and useless like me.

-The best prince in the Kingdom, a handsome gentleman loved by all, a true trickster who always finds a way to spice things up with a brilliant mind that can rival everyone.

I answer the question myself, all the while my heart beats painfully in my chest at the effort this show off is taking me this time, unusually so.

The ever present smile on my lips felt tighter, I noticed it from the way my cheeks ached, but

there is no one around to fool, I have no need for it any more, and so I let it fall

In a haste I undo my jacket and neck tie, whose suffocating feelings it’s beginning to get on my nerves.

I sigh heavily, leaning against the soft cushions, my gaze falling on a weirdly sewn plush next to my leg.

A bitterness not stranger to me invades my heart as I pick it up.

She said she loved it so much more than any normal one … and yet I couldn’t manage to feel completely happy with it.

The crooked smile on it makes my heart waver as tears swell in my eyes, rolling softly down my cheeks.

I ignore the trembling of my arms as I squeeze it gently against my chest, suffocating my sobs in its soft pink fur caressing what should have been its face, with trembling fingers, clutching it as I let its sweet scent invade my nostrils.

A heavy, shaking sigh escapes my lips as I lower the plus, holding it close to my heart.

I stayed there catching my breath when a glimpse of light caught my attention, flickering on the looking glass eliciting me to follow it.

-Who do you see ?

It’s tone demanding and authoritative, not admitting a shallow reply of sort nor accepting to remain answerless.

And so I do, I let my bleeding heart answer this one while my mind whispers in my head that all I am saying now it’s true and nothing will ever change that.

-A mediocre fool, the pathetic shadow of a genius, a silly and dumb bother no one wants to deal with, a messy prince and nothing more.

At that moment I heard the door cracking open, panic settled in my heart.

The options are either her or Cyran, and right now it’s not the ideal moment for either.

Noiselessly I dry my face on my sleeves, hoping, perhaps in vain, to conceal my reddened eyes and puffy cheeks even though I know both of them will see through it because, for as much as I feel to be undeserving of, they care about me.

From my hiding spot, behind my armchair, I spy on the intruder coming dangerously closer, I hold my breath hoping to not be spotted … but in vain.

“Here you are.” I slide away from my spot, standing up to greet her.

I try to play it as a joke, but my voice sounds so feeble even to my ears, pathetically so.

“Ahahah did you miss me so much my darling?”

“Of course. I checked the whole castle to find you.”

A troubled sensation began to prickle its way to my heart.

I didn’t deserve such attention, I am not worthy of it … and yet it warmed my heart knowing to be so truly loved.

“I missed you too.” My heartfelt confession, that sounded so needy to my ears, seem to please her, strangely so, while a smile so bright to outshine the sun curl her rosy lips.

“You could have picked me up any time, you know that ?”

“I think Sariel would be even stricter with you if I did.”

“Then let him be, after all there will be nothing I would rather do than to be with you when you need me.”

Her words left me speechless, she must have picked up on my mood, but ever thoughtful, she didn’t comment on it.

She really is way too sweet and kind for me, and yet there is no one I will let steal her away from me.

Mindless I lost myself in her hug, tightening my arms around her form, leaning my forehead on her shoulder inhaling her sweet scent, balm on every scar of my battered and bruised heart.

In an instant, before I could register where we were going, she led me in front of the mirror.

The same that tormented me since I entered the room.

I really wish to protest … in my own way, but the mischievous glimmer in her eyes told me she has a plan of her own, one I am awfully curious to discover.

“Who do you see ?”

I am about to answer her question, but she cut me short.

“Tell me my wonderful prince, my kind lover, my affectionate gentleman, my astounding genius. Who do you see ?”

Her words hit home, warming me to the core, over flooding my heart with all the love I have only for her.

Gently I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug she didn’t shy away to reciprocate.

Reluctantly I slide away, mustering all my courage to turn to look at the once so loathed, looking glass.

I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, and for once I see someone I am proud of.

I greet him with a smile, maybe a bit more crooked but honest and what is taken away from perfection, it is made up in brightness as I stare at our reflection side by side in that shiny golden frame like a portrait I would never get tired of admiring.

It would be impossible and beyond foolish trying to hide the affection swelling in my eyes as I tighten my arm around her waist, feeling her soft purr of delight as she nuzzles into my chest, leaving a tender kiss on my heart, racing wildly only for her, affection I do my best to convey leaving a kiss of my own on her soft curls, gawking in awe at the soft smile curling her lips brightening up her already gorgeous features.

My voice is laced with emotions as I give her the answer she is yearning to hear.

“Me.”

Her warm sweet voice caressing my skin, melting me to the core, leaving me astounded from the love she is showering me in.

I really don’t know what to do with myself, in a daze I grasp her hand as an anchor amidst the waves of emotions washing over me, keeping it close to my heart.

The gentle touch of her fingers trailing softly on my half unbuttoned shirt sensually sliding to brush over my chest are driving me crazy, but I didn’t mind.

Shamelessly I give in to her desire, indulging in the delicious sensation of my heart racing widely in my chest as she continues to praise me with words sweeter than honey pouring over each crack in my heart, healing it as my scars become but a distant memory.

“The most wonderful man I have ever met.”

My voice becomes hoarse with all the affection overflowing in me, and yet only now I manage to find enough courage to show everything of me to her exactly as I am, paying no mind to the way my hand trembles around hers, smiling as I feel her delicate fingers squeezing it softly.

“The one you successfully stole the heart from.”

I raise her hand in mine brushing my lips on her knuckles in a gallant kiss revelling in the way she giggled at my touch, meeting her bright earnest eyes as she looked up at me

“The one and only one who has stolen mine, but I don't mind, and you ?”

“Not at all.” I smile, brushing my nose with hers, admiring the unbounded happiness shine in her gaze mirror of my own.

“You are bright like a star, I know you can outshine everyone else, so now come here my precious boy and let me bask in your light. You are the true genius, the only one in my eyes.”

Her voice sweet temptation fanning warm on my lips as she gazed straight into my eyes.

“You are the only one my heart desires.”

Unable to wait any longer standing still I melt my lips on hers, hoping to convey all the love and devotion I have for her deep sealed in my heart, savouring every inch of her lips, ravaging her mouth groaning in delight at feeling her eagerly returning my kiss, swallowing her moans as I entwine my tongue with hers.

Gently holding her against me gently curling my fingers on her hips, sighing dreamily at her delicate fingers clutching tightly my shirt, in a vain attempt to stray herself among the unbounded passion enrapturing us in its spires.

Reluctantly, we pulled away, laughing like fools as we looked into each other's eyes, glimmering with happiness with carefree smiles on our lips.

I lean my forehead to hers, wrapping my arm around her as I cup her face in my hand, brushing softly my thumb over her rosy cheeks, gazing in her eyes I lost track of time, but before I could do lose myself too I am at least able to offer her a heartfelt confession of my feelings.

“I love you from the bottom of my heart, my bunny.”

Her delicate fingers, soft like feathers as they brushed over my swollen lips, tracing my smile at her lovely words.

“I love you to madness, my leopard.”

At the sound of a suffused music swirling in the room from the open window a soft smile curl her lips and in an instant I am pulled in an improvised dance, the sweet notes of the piano guiding our waltz around the room, my eyes mirroring the tender affection swirled in that colourful gemstone her eyes were as her soft locks billow around her pretty visage.

In a crescendo of emotions, we reach the sublime height of unconditional love in tune with the climax of that ethereal music that envelops us in our own little world.

“If only you saw through my eyes you would see what you are to me. ” Her words filled my heart with affection, brushing away all my demons.

“I see it, now you are here with me.” I murmur softly, returning the tender smile she offers me as she looks up at me, reaching to brush her soft fingers on my cheek the same I lean in her hand, smiling at the tenderness of her caress.

I never believed the day would have come when I would have let myself be vulnerable but here we are, my barrier crumbled in ruins scattered all over, while the sun of her acceptance shone brighter than ever straight to my heart beating only for her, my one and only love that broke the lock of my chains setting me free.

“You are a great prince, the best for me. The only one I would never get tired of singing the praise of.”

“Dearie me, this could be a problem. If you begin this challenge, I think I shall begin to gush over you even more everywhere we go.”

“Hahaha. You already do Clavis, a bit more and Sariel will throw the both of us out of the palace.”

“Well, It’s not such a bad fate if we are in it together. What do you think of it, my lovely accomplice ?”

“ I will go to the end of the world with you.”

“You really do know how to make me crazy about you, don’t you ?”

A dreamy sigh escape that sweet lips of hers who never fail to make me smile, as I entwine my fingers with hers basking in the radiance of her smile as she gazed up at me with her gorgeous eyes so full of affection coaxing me to give in to her love …. and so I do.

“I think the same way, my adorable little bunny.” I playfully tap my digit on the tip of her nose, eliciting tingling giggles from her soft lips.

“After all, remember that I have a Kingdom of my own where we could escape.”

“It sounds so romantic … but I bet it would be even better if someone, let’s say the King himself, would change all the locks without giving anyone else the keys.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you are ?”

A gaze at her malicious smirk coupled with the sensual allure shining in her eyes enraptured me, eliciting me to satisfy her desire, as if I could ever be capable of breaking off from the spell she put on me.

“What a delightful idea my love, indeed I have to admit you are more naughty than you seem.” I brush my fingers sultrily on her lips, seeing a glimmer of lust in her gorgeous gaze, stifling a groan at the playful bite of her teeth on my digit, warmed by her breath.

“I can’t possibly refuse such a tempting offer, can I ? A vacation to spend locked in our palace really does seem like a dream come true.”

With a soft dreamy sigh I feel her nuzzling in my chest, while her fingers begin to play with my buttons sliding them off from their holes, before rubbing her cheek on my skin, peppering little soft kisses on it, making me giggles at her impromptu tickles.

“I can’t wait.”

By the time we finished dancing the sun had already set, normally I would have proceeded to spend part of the night working on my duty … but for her, I will do an exception.

Since she asked me nicely to take care of myself, and get enough sleep, I started to do my best to follow her advice, after all I would never do something, purposefully, to upset her.

The idea of seeing her unhappy makes my blood run cold, freezing with the fear she will give up on me for someone better … like Chevalier.

The mere image of my lover together with him troubles me deeply.

I shook my head to brush away such thoughts, leaning to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at the sight of that bashful smile curling her lips as a light rosy blush spread on her soft cheeks, I offer her a carefree smile as we resume laughing and chatting like old time friends under the soft warm covers of her bed.

Furthermore, I mentally sign myself a note to buy a comfortable bed before she moves in with me, big enough to room two persons because, in all honesty, I can’t have her sleep on the couch and neither can I deprive myself of the pleasure of drifting asleep next to her and wake up each morning staring at her gorgeous face.

I see her stifling a yawn as she shifts closer to me, looking straight into my eyes like she is ready for some big revelation.

“You need to sleep too.” I can’t help but stifle a giggle at the seriousness in her expression, for real I was expecting something else, but evidently this matter is important enough for her to be ready to give me a lecture if I didn’t listen, and obeyed her.

The thought she cares about me so much makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside, melting me to the core.

Instinctively, I wrap my arms a bit tighter around her little frame, smiling fondly as she cocooned better in my hug.

“I would far prefer looking at my gorgeous lover all night long.”

I would never admit it to her, but she really is too adorable, in everything she did, even when she pouts at me like that.

“Ahahah dearie me, I see my wonderful fiancée is not thrilled by the idea.”

“Not even one bit.”

I almost gave up fighting sleep when I heard her slurred voice murmur.

“I feel lonely when you don’t hug me.”

Seriously exactly when I think I am already head over heels for her, she found a way to prove me wrong, at this rate I couldn’t go anywhere without her, and I am sure like she wouldn’t complain about it.

I really underestimate the power my little enchantress had on me.

“Don’t worry, my princess, your prince is here to warm you up, so … you won’t feel lonely any more.”

With utmost care, I lean my lips reverently on her hair in a tender kiss, conveying in the light brush of my fingers on her cheeks all the love and devotion I feel for her.

My little bunny rabbit, my prank-partner, my lovely fiancée, my princess, my Queen.

In one word, the love of my life.

The only one I would devote my entire life to love.

The only one I would have done everything to see her smile

The only one I would have crafted any prank to see laugh ever so mirthfully.

The only one I would have spared no effort to make the happiest girl that there ever was.

In one word, my only one.

Unaware of the hour I stand there bathing in my love soaked bliss, admiring her gorgeous features shine as an ever graceful smile curls her soft lips, strangely so I can’t bear to stay away from her for even a moment.

It really is incredible the effects she has on me, it could be an interesting subject of study.

My coherent thoughts scatter to the four winds as I wrap my arms around her, leaning to leave a gentle kiss on her forehead, ready to join her in our dreamland.

“Good night, my princess.”

“Good night my leopard.”

Our tale would have continued on, those of a leopard that fell in love with a bunny, to show no matter the appearance lovers destined to be will always find a way to get together, to craft a story worthy to be in a book, only our to be written with the magic power of love.

#my writing #ikemen prince #ikemen prince clavis #ikepri clavis #shapesoflovecc #ikepri

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salt216000 · 2 months ago

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ULTRATOBER // COMFORT

Content Warnings: basically implied torture. It is not heavily dwelled on, but Prey is being kept in an entirely dark room for a decently long time as punishment for breaking rules. AO3 Link! Original Prompt List Link!

Tepreymel finds himself on the bad side of the Council.

Feels like years.

Tepreymel has been sitting alone in the dark with no company aside from the soft glow of his own wings, which has only faded over time. By this point he is in near pitch blackness.

The first few days, Solariel was there, sitting on the other side of the locked door, offering mindless conversation that kept Prey distracted from the sinking anxiety and fear. But something must have happened. The Council must have found out that Solariel was interfering with Tepreymel's punishment, because hours go by with no sign of him. Then days.

If he got in trouble... Prey would never forgive himself. All he had to do was stay out of trouble, stop asking questions, but now he's here, and potentially getting his best friend in trouble for it as well.

He cracks open one eye. It illuminates his surroundings, barely. Prey is quick to shut it again, tucking his wings in closer, because what else can he do?

Silence. All he can hear is the thrum of his pulse. There is nothing else.

No steps outside. No whispered words that he cannot make out. Only himself and the unrelenting darkness.

By the time something different happens, Prey has dozed off. He almost believes the light is a dream, but no, Asher steps into the room, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Far more gentle than when he had thrown Prey in here to begin with.

"You have spent enough time in here, Tepreymel. I do hope you have learned your lesson?" the larger angel inquires with a voice that is much too soft. Prey doesn't trust it. He cannot help the way he quivers under the scrutiny of the Council member's gaze.

Still, Tepreymel murmurs, "yes, Holy Council. I have learned. I will not do it again." He does everything in his power to stop his voice from shaking.

"Good. You may leave now." A few moments pass, and Tepreymel does not shift, too overtaken by fear like a rabbit dazzled by a lamp in the night. So Asher adds with a sigh, "I am truly sorry it had to be this way. None of us wanted to do this to you, especially Sithiel, but we cannot treat you differently. I so dearly wish we could have lessened your sentence, but you have to trust us. Do not plague your mind with these endless questions."

Each word is spoken with the silken smoothness of an angel who has had millennia to manage his tone, and yet it still soothes Prey just enough to get him moving. He does not offer a response verbally, but he does dip his head, before walking towards the light.

He exits into a largely unremarkable hallway. To most, the stained glass windows lining the hall are standard, but right now? The coloured light that filters through is magnificent to Prey's eyes, filling him with-- emotion. Happiness to be out. Frustration at the Council. Fear at what had happened to Sol.

Sol!

Where is he? Please, please, please say he wasn't put into a dark room of his own, please Lord--

Arms wrap around him and Tepreymel jumps, before his full body shudders with a sob. Solariel's wings wrap around him too in a full embrace.

"I missed you so much. I tried to get you out earlier, but the Council said it wasn't possible. I'm--"

"I'm sorry if I got you in trouble," Prey cannot help but to whisper, his voice barely audible over the rustle of feathers.

Sol pauses. He clearly doesn't expect that. "...You didn't do anything. I chose to stand by you and break the rules. My actions are not your responsibility."

"But--"

"I will not hear another word."

It feels like his soul is filled with bricks; his body is heavy, Solariel has to keep him propped up. The other angel ever so gently bumps his helmet against Prey's, "we shall return to your quarters, I have gathered extra blankets in preparation. You deserve to rest somewhere comfortable after this ordeal."

Tepreymel does not have the strength to argue, not as unseen tears roll down his cheeks. He allows Sol to guide him, finally letting his shoulders relax. It's over. He's okay. He does his best to ignore what he is sure is Asher's gaze burning into the back of his head.

#ultrakill #ultratober #ultratober24 #ultrakill oc #as a note: solariel and asher are my ocs #tepreymel is not #sithiel (only mentioned) is also not

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unpredictable-probabilities · 6 months ago

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The Comforts of Us

Summary:

Hob and Dream go on a picnic date, and Hob is more than happy to show his pouty boyfriend how to have fun in the sunny outdoors.

Word Count: 1,452

Notes:

For Dreamling Week Day 5: Midsummer

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Hob shifted in his sleep, slowly being woken up by sunlight glaring through his eyelids, but he didn’t much feel like being fully awake yet.

A shadow fell across his face, blocking out the sun.

“Are you well, my beloved?”

Hob blinked himself awake at the voice and saw that Dream had his hand up to keep the sun from reaching Hob’s eyes.

Hob smiled, taking Dream’s hand and kissing his palm. “Sorry, love, must have dozed off.” He got up from using Dream’s lap as a pillow, still sluggish from sleep.

“I do not mind. You worked late at your pub last night; you needed the rest.”

Hob sat cross-legged on their picnic blanket and brushed off the leaves that had fallen on it. “Ah, yeah, summer crowd’s like that. School’s off so people stay later than usual. Still, it’s a bit rude to fall asleep when the Prince of Stories himself is telling me a story, eh?” he said playfully.

“I may be the Prince of Stories, but when we are together I am first and foremost your lover, and your well-being is my primary concern.”

Hob chuckled and looked down, feeling his face warm. They’d been together for months now but he still wasn’t used to how Dream could be so straightforward sometimes. He wasn’t complaining, though.

“Shall we move indoors where it is not so warm?”

“Nah, the point of picnics is to enjoy the outdoors. You could dress more for the weather, you know like I suggested beforehand?” Hob raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think that black coat’s helping at all with how warm you’re feeling.”

Dream made a face that Hob liked to call an endearing pout, to Dream’s constant denial. “If we were in my realm, I would be able to control the weather to the best of our comforts.”

“We were in your realm last night, it’s my turn to arrange the date now,” Hob reminded him. “Here, let’s have some ice cream.” He reached into the cooler and got two ice cream sandwiches, passing one to Dream.

“But we had already eaten earlier,” Dream took the snack with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yeah, because we were hungry. Now we’re gonna eat for fun.” Hob tore open the plastic wrapping and took a bite of the chocolate biscuits with a vanilla ice cream filling.

“Ah, I see. Partaking in cold food is a recreational activity during summertime. What else am I to expect on these summer dates?” Dream smiled and opened the plastic wrapping of his sandwich.

“Well, there’s the beach,” Hob said thoughtfully. “But if you’re already suffering from the heat here, I can't even imagine how you'll be at a beach,” he teased. But unfortunately it turned out that he could imagine it quite vividly; images of Dream sunbathing in nothing but beach shorts sprung up in his mind, Dream’s pale skin glowing under the sun while he lay back on the soft sand.

Hob took a bottle of soda from the cooler and drank, feeling a little warm himself.

“Hob.”

Hob looked over and saw Dream lying on his side, propped up on one elbow with a half-eaten ice cream sandwich in hand. He had decided to remove his coat, after all.

“If you wish to see me half-naked, you know you need only ask.” He took a bite of the sandwich and licked a smudge of vanilla ice cream off his bottom lip, never breaking eye contact.

Hob swallowed. His traitorous brain chose that moment to recall all the times he had seen Dream more-than-half-naked, both in the Dreaming and Waking. And judging by Dream’s smirk, he was well-aware of it.

“You are going to get us arrested for public indecency.” Hob finished the last of his sandwich and stood up, brushing the crumbs off his hands. “Come on, let's go to the lake.”

Dream tilted his head curiously. “What for?”

“For a swim. You said you were warm, right?” Hob walked ahead to the nearby lake without waiting to see if Dream was following. He needed to cool down for several reasons now, and if his boyfriend was going to continue flirting, it might be better if Hob was submerged from the waist down.

There were already a few people in the lake, laughing and swimming and playing games. The day was particularly hot, and it was a common sight at this time of the year.

Dream appeared beside Hob, staring at the water with a subtle wrinkle of his nose. “There are people in it.”

Hob smiled in amusement. “It's a public park, love. There's still more than enough room for us to swim around.”

He removed his shoes and waded in the lake, then he dove under and swam a short distance away before swimming back and resurfacing, enjoying the refreshing water after being under the sun for so long.

“Come on, love,” he called out to Dream. “The water's great!”

Dream didn't look any less displeased. “I shall take your word for it. I prefer to remain here.”

Hob sighed and waded back to the shore. “Fine. Just help me up,” he held out a hand.

Dream crouched down and grabbed his arm, pulling him effortlessly out of the lake. As soon as Hob stepped on land, he turned and shoved Dream as hard as he could into the water.

Dream gave a cry of surprise and fell in with a loud splash.

Hob was still laughing when Dream resurfaced, glaring at him with his hair sticking to his forehead.

Before Dream could say anything, Hob jumped back into the water, creating another splash that sent water up in Dream's face.

“Hob!” Dream wiped water from his eyes in exasperation. “How dare you trick me in this manner?”

“Oh, you love it,” Hob grinned, gently brushing the hair away from Dream’s forehead.

Dream narrowed his eyes at Hob, but there was a fond smile on his face. He put his hands on the small of Hob's back and pulled him closer. “I love you. Insolence and all.”

Hob's breath caught in his throat, and he found himself pressing a kiss to Dream's lips, his hands holding onto Dream’s shoulders. The kiss was soft and lingering, giving Hob a warm feeling in his chest that made him sigh.

“I love you,” he whispered against Dream’s lips. He took a step back and smiled. “Now can we swim? You do know how to swim, right?”

Dream furrows his eyebrows thoughtfully. “I have never attempted it, not in this human form. I suppose we shall see,” he smiled.

It turned out that Dream could swim pretty well, after getting used to doing the motions that Hob showed him. They swam around for the better part of an hour, with Dream diving and swimming underwater for long periods of time with the advantage of not needing to breathe.

Hob splashed him with water several more times, until Dream fought back with his own attacks. Hob was pretty sure that Dream was summoning water from the Dreaming at some point; there was no way that he could make those big waves if he wasn't using magic. But it didn't matter, because they were both laughing, and Dream's face was brighter than any sun.

They made their way back to the picnic blanket eventually, lying on their backs and letting the sun dry their clothes that were stuck to their damp skin. A few clouds had appeared, and they made a game of coming up with stories from the shapes of the clouds that passed by. Dream’s voice had a soothing quality whenever he told a story, no wonder Hob could easily fall asleep to it.

Hob finished his story about a fluffy rabbit chasing a wheel of cheese, and he realised that Dream had been quiet for a while.

He looked over and saw that Dream was staring at him, a soft smile on his face.

Hob was always rendered speechless whenever Dream looked at him like that, like he hung the sun and stars in the sky and Dream was staring in open adoration.

“Thank you for today, Hob. It has been wonderful.”

“Even with the hot sun and the noisy people at the lake?” Hob raised an eyebrow teasingly.

Dream nodded once. “Any day that I get to spend with you is a perfect one.”

Hob fell silent and smiled, gazing into those blue eyes that he now knew so well.

Dream moved closer and rested his head on Hob’s chest.

Hob wrapped his arms around Dream, and they lay there telling each other stories even after their clothes had long since dried under the softening rays of the sun.

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(Dreamling Week Masterpost)

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gamerbearmira · 1 year ago

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Frodo had been kind enough to let Antonio and Mirabel stay in the extra beds of Bags End until they either learned why they were truly brought to this land, or found a way home.

Mirabel sang at the pub, worked as a waitress at night and helped look after little ones during the day to help pay their way and for their things. Antonio got to run around and play with the other children.

And then...Then Gandalf was back in the night. And he looked afraid and half mad.

Mirabel had started packing supplies as soon as she saw his face. She made sure her mithril dress from Thorin was on properly with some regular clothing on top of it. And her enchanted shoes were on her feet, unfortunately she did not have a sword yet but she could use some knives until then.

Antonio was sleepy as he waited in a chair, trying not to doze off. She had put her old metal armor on him, it fit him rather well since he was about the same size she had been when she first came to Middle Earth if a bit taller. He too had no weapon.

Once Gandalf told them the gravity of the situation and that they must make haste at once Antonio and Mirabel helped Frodo and the roped in Samwise Gamgee pack supplies before they set out with a pony.

It was agreed that Antonio would ride stop the pony until he awoke properly and then they could take turns.

"I will meet you at the Inn of the Prancing Pony. I must seek out Sauroman. He is both wise and powerful." Gandalf said and Mirabel narrowed her eyes.

"Just be careful Gandalf I do not trust him. What should we do if you are not there when we arrive?" Mirabel asked as they continued to walk.

"...I shall be wary. If I am not there when you get there leave a message for me. And then take them to Rivendale Mirabel. Go to see Elrond. But be careful. The enemy has many spies. Birds. Beasts...if you see a Ranger named Strider then trust him. He will help you to safety." Mirabel nodded at the information.

"if the ring becomes too heavy Frodo then give it to Mirabel. She is more than what she appears and will do anything to keep you all safe." Gandalf said to the Hobbit who nodded but looked worried. After all he wasn't sure he wanted to endanger a young lass not even twenty winters who had a baby of not even five winters relying on her.

But...if Gandalf and Bilbo were right about her...

Well he saw her use the shoe on Merry and Pippin and on more than one drunken lot getting too into his drink.

Shoutout to Frodo for letting them stay⁉️⁉️ And shoutout to Mirabel for getting that bag 🤞🏾

YOOOOOO she’s so real for not touching Saruman tho. Like be so Fr, he was creepy even in the Hobbit 😭 I remember seeing him when I watch the movie for the first time as a little kid and. Being weirded out by his freakishly long nails. Seriously, cut those things or sumn 😭

Poor Antonio <3

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #lotr Gandalf #lotr Frodo #lotr samwise #lotr Saruman #lotr fellowship #encanto of the rings

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whatisthismandoinghere · 2 years ago

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So I’ve watched a good chunk of seasons 3 and 4 of Laramie as well as a few from season 1 and I am now gonna make it all yall’s problem and bless you with my commentary and clips from each episode, enjoy I guess 😂

Without further ado, S1.EP1 Stage Stop

Not the outlaw being upset they spelled his name wrong in the newspaper 😂

Jess’s introduction to Laramie was absolutely terrible, poor guy just got shot at. Absolutely love how he just ignored the lawman when he was told to stop though, a very Jess thing to do 🤣

Jess and Slim’s first meeting is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. Let’s take a look at it, shall we?

I mean the first shot alone where they show the sign “Sherman Ranch, No Trespassing” and then cut to Jess just lounging around like he owns the place 😂

And the dialogue:

Slim: What’re you doing here?

Jess: Gettin’ a crick in my back!

Plus this gem:

Jess: I had 3 or 4 swallows out of your private stream. My horse helped himself too, so you just figure out what I owe you, and I’ll be on my way. Oh, and uh, I looked at a bird flying over. Will there be a charge for that?

Look Jess I love you so much but who gave you the right to be so freaking sassy 😂 (we adore him for it though) but Slim had valid concerns, I see both sides of the situation here. I mean Jess, you should’ve read the sign, and I can see why Slim is wary of strangers, but I too would be ticked off if someone just showed up and was holding me at gunpoint

Not Jess just sending Slim flying 😂 boy don’t mess around

Overall I think this first meeting went really well you guys

Andy is so flipping adorable and I would die for him, the way he just gets along so well with Jess right off the bat 😭 10x funnier that he’s Slim’s brother though 🤣

Look at the racoon! And the way Andy washed his food for him 🥺 it's so cute how this little gesture shows how much he knows about animals and how much he cares for them

When Jess dozed off and Andy came in and startled him and he just whipped around with his gun and when he realized it was Andy and he was so apologetic 😭 but just gets me thinking about Jess being a loner and a drifter and being so used to looking out for himself yet still being so compassionate to this kid he just met. He’s so good with kids and I think it’s just darling seeing him interact with Andy and later on Mike.

Ugh I’m having so many Thoughts on Jess’s childhood, of course they are of the angsty variety, all prompted by these lines of dialogue (putting them in different colors so it's easier to differentiate between them):

Andy: Jess, how old were you when you first went out on your own?

Jess: Can’t hardly remember when I wasn’t on my own, like Jeremiah here and Sam. Only I didn’t find a soft touch like you. Maybe I didn’t want one.

Andy: Do you like it better alone?

Jess: It just worked out that way.

Andy: Don’t you get lonely sometimes?

Jess: You get used to it.

As if these lines weren't heart breaking enough, Jess's tone of voice and facial expressions just really added to it. Yes there will be fics in the future no I do not need more wips

Jess had a fractured skull you say?? *adds to list of details to keep in mind for later*

Look at them playing cards together <3 yes I totally get that Andy's complete and total willingness to trust anyone who comes along is a bit concerning but it's also so sweet and I just love how he interacts with Jess

The way Andy was just working up the courage to ask Jess to take him with him and Jess being so gentle and telling him maybe when he’s older their relationship is everything you guys 😭

I know at times Slim seems a little harsh on Andy but he really just wants the best for him and it’s sweet.

Love how Jonesy just deescalates the situation so smoothly and just calmly drags Slim away 😂

I’ve noticed that Jess gets called saddle tramp an awful lot so I’m starting a running count, we are currently at 1

Jonesy saying Slim is just a kid is just… it’s kinda funny but at the same time - how do I want to explain this? - like Slim is out here saying Andy needs to get things figured out, needs to become a better judge of character, and then Jonesy is just like “you’re figuring things out too pally. you’re responsible for your kid brother now and you still got some things to learn” You can see that Jonesy knows Slim really well and I love their dynamic

Jess was so ready to end Slim right then and there 😂 what can I say, I like my men violent 🤣 seriously tho the fact that Jess and Slim were just constantly beating each other up throughout this entire episode before they decided to try running a ranch together is the funniest thing

Everything about Bud Carlin irritates me, the way he speaks, the way he moves, his whole demeanor, I just hate it 😂

When Carlin’s asking about how long it takes the stage to get there once it’s in sight and Jonesy’s just out here throwing in a bunch of random circumstances to avoid answering 🤣 and then Carlin gets so irritated that he decides to ask Jess instead lol but Andy just immediately telling him what he wants to know so Jess doesn’t get hurt 😭 bless his little heart AND JONESY REACHING HIS ARM OUT TO GRAB THE GUY WHEN HE WENT TO PUNCH JESS Jonesy's a real one

When Jess and Andy are out in the barn shoeing the horse and Andy tries to grab a rifle and Jess stops him cuz he didn’t want him to get hurt 😭

Oh when Carlin makes Jess punch Slim in the face… like we know they were about to go at it when he walked in but now Jess is like no way, the friendship is progressing you guys, and poor Slim was just like "do it", somebody get this poor man some ice and an ibuprofen

But as soon as Carlin makes Jess hit Slim that third time he turned on Carlin so fast

Andy’s voice was almost breaking when he saw Slim laying on the ground and he was trying to wake him up and it almost broke me 😭

The way they all go to check on Slim as soon as the guy leaves the room 🥺

Andy was just begging Jess to go with Slim so that he’d have some help and Jess wouldn’t go and then Andy has tears in his eyes and says “No wonder you travel alone, who’d wanna team up with a saddle tramp like you?” nooooooo 😭 I really act like I’ve never seen this episode before also Jess saddle tramp count is now at 2

They really just threw that guy out of the stagecoach, that wasn’t very nice

JESS CAME BACK yes I already knew this would happen, hush your timing is impeccable pally

Look at these idiots (affectionate) 😂

Alright I'm gonna write out this scene for you because Reasons (once again in color so it's easier to differentiate):

Pete: I’m hurt bad, Jess. Don’t shoot.

Jess: I was hurt bad too. And it wasn’t just the money Pete.

Pete: I didn’t take it Jess. I swear I didn’t

*Pete proceeds to grab for his gun and Jess shoots him again, sending him flying off the cliff*

So satisfying yall also that dialogue though, I sense another fic in the future

Not the fanning of the guns, ugh I hate when they do that and Jess does it all the time

I love how Jess just puts his gun away and lets Slim deal with Carlin on his own, the way he just saunters over while they’re fist fighting and the way they replay the bit Carlin pulled on them when he made Jess hit Slim, sheer perfection 🤣

Aw Andy was so excited to see Jess and Slim back safely 🥺

Friendship has been established pallies, that is what we call ✨character development✨

Also if you haven’t noticed I’m a tad bit obsessed with Jess ok maybe more than a tad so here’s some bonus gifs of him being sassy 😂❤️

#yes i'm aware i talk way too much #it will happen again #laramie #episode analysis #stage stop #jess harper #slim sherman

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dialovers-translations · 2 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla Ecstasy [02]

ー The scene starts in Carla’s room

Yui: ( I’ll try my best to make his bed like Carla-san asked me to. There shall not be a single wrinkle in sight... )

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Ah...My arms aren’t long enough to reach the corners. I’ll put one knee on the bed... )

*Rustle*

Yui: ーー There we go. Now to straighten all of the wrinkles...

( Ah...The sheets smell of Carla-san. It’s a calming scent, even though it kind of makes my heart race too. )

ーー I can lie down for a bit, right? I’ll make sure to fix it back up afterwards...

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Fufu, when I cover myself with his blanket like this, it’s almost as if he’s embracing me... )

( Carla-san has been disappearing to the storage room the whole time as of late...I’d love to spend more time together. )

Carla-sanーー...

*Thud*

ー She closes her eyes

Yui: ( So warm...This puts me at ease...I’m starting to get a little...sleepy... )

( I guess...a short nape won’t hurt... )

*TIMESKP*

*Creaak*

*Thud*

Yui: Nn...Carla...san...

???: ーー Yui... ーー

Yui: Hm...?

ー She wakes up

Yui: Eh...!!!!?

Carla: Oh. Look who finally woke up.

Yui: Carla-san? H-How long have you been there?

Carla: Who knows, I forgot already. Time flies by when I am watching you sleep.

Selection

→ I-I’m so sorry! (M)

Yui: I-I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I fell asleep when you asked me to make your bedーー

Carla: You were tired, no? Then I cannot blame you.

Yui: I was, but...

Carla: Did you have another reason as well? Go ahead and tell me.

Yui: ( Uu...I’m way too embarrassed to tell him that I dozed off because I felt relaxed from the thought of being embraced by him... )

Carla: I will not get mad because you slept in my bed.

Yui: Eh...? How so?

Carla: What is so strange about my own woman sleeping in my bed?

Yui: ( ...It’s kind of embarrassing when he puts it like that. )

→ You should have woken me up (S)

Yui: It’s not very nice to watch someone sleep. You should have woken me up...

Carla: Hooh? Not only did you sleep in my bed without permission, but you are being rather cheeky as wellーー

You must be asking to be punished by me.

Yui: ...! I-I’m sorry, Iーー

Carla: In that case, I shall grant your wish.

Yui: Will you suck my blood?

Carla: Heh, that is not a bad idea either, but I believe I shall try switching things up for once.

I shall paint those cheeks of yours bright crimson from embarrassment ーー What do you say? Sounds interesting, no?

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: Oh, it is so very simple. Yuiーー While you were sleeping here in my bed...

You were thinking of me as you slept...correct?

Yui: That’s...!

Carla: Surrounded by my scent still lingering on the sheets, you slowly drifted off to sleep...

All while reflecting upon memories of me or the two of us togetherーー

Like how I would show my affection, the sounds you’d make while begging to me, as well as the expressions of sheer pleasure you’d make whenever I sucked your blood.

...Am I wrong?

Yui: ( H-How embarrassing... )

Carla: Hehe, since you’re getting flustered, there must be some truth in that.

Yui: Uu...I fell asleep because it felt as if you were embracing me, which made me relax.

Carla: Heh. So you finally admit it.

*Rustle*

Carla: Very well. In return for showing me such an adorable side of you, you have my permission to sleep in my bed tonight.

Yui: Eh?

( But then where will he sleep? ...Wait, don’t tell me! )

Carla: There is more than enough space for both of us, no?

Yui: There is, but...

*Thud*

Carla: This time, you can drift off to sleep as I actually hold you in my arms, rather than it just being my scent.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( My heart’s beating like crazy, I won’t be able to sleep like this...! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lecarlaecstasy2

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dreamyautumns · 1 year ago

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I have. Severe Silver x Riddle G/T brainrot. It needs to be released. NOW.

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Snore…

Riddle looks up at the giant sleeping before him, covering a majority of his dorm. Silver is huddled over Heartslabyul, his body casting a dark shadow over the ground. The students were completely baffled walking by.

The red haired boy tries to get the giant’s attention by shouting, but it doesn’t work. To Silver, the tiny House Warden sounds like nothing more than an ant.

“My word… he’ll get too comfortable, lean all his weight on my dorm, and crush it! That would be unacceptable!” Riddle muses, frustrated. He grabs his staff and waves it for a moment. He sends a blast of cosmic magic at Silver’s face. The giant twitches his nose, but simply brushes this off and falls asleep again.

Still nothing… what can I do to get him up?

“HOUSE WARDEN!!”

Riddle whirls around to see Ace and Deuce approaching. Behind them is another figure, one Riddle hasn’t seen for some time.

“Trappola, Spade, and… Vanrouge-senpai?” Riddle asks. “Oh, thank you for coming to my aid!”

“But of course! I heard my son has been causing quite the issue for your dorm, correct?” Lilia asks, floating over to the red haired teen. Riddle nods his head.

“None of my students have been able to get inside…”

“His legs are in the way!!” a student yells. Riddle sighs and shakes his head.

“I figure you would know what to do, since he is your son,” Riddle states, turning to the fae. Lilia laughs.

“Well, could you tell me what happened that lead up to this situation?" Lilia asks, swooping down to follow Riddle's gaze. The two freshmen behind them snicker.

“Man, what kinda boyfriend can’t even wake up his partner?” Ace chuckles.

“Silence, Trappola, or I shall have your head! Why don’t you try to wake up a sleeping, 100-foot-tall giant then, hmm?”

“Hard. Pass,” the ginger snarks in reply. The red-haired boy sighs in frustration, but turns back around to face the sleeping giant.

"We were studying for an exam together, and Silver claimed that he was falling asleep. I had offered to talk to him while we sat outside together, but then... he truly dozed off. Unfortunately, I was sitting upon his shoulder, and I tumbled to the ground. I was fortunate enough to land atop his leg before hitting the cobblestone path..."

Lilia flies into the air and waves a hand in Silver's face. He then flies to his son's hair and gently tugs on his ahoge. Nothing happens as the red haired boy watches.

"No need to worry, my fellow classmates. I shall simply wake him up with a spell!" Lilia summons a crackle of green energy in his palm and looks down at them. Ace and Deuce stare at him from below while Riddle tilts his head curiously.

What will that do...?

The fae shoots the magical ball out his palm and spectates it's progress, floating through the air. When it reaches Silver's ear, it suddenly bursts. A loud sound like a firework crackles across the sky. Riddle covers his ears, as do the freshmen standing behind him.

In that moment, Silver jolts awake. His dreamy, aurora eyes shoot open as he sits up in a panic. He begins to breathe heavily, lifting his hand over the onlookers. Unknowingly, he slams his hand down onto the ground, squashing Ace and Deuce. Riddle turns around and gasps.

"OH MY GOODNESS!" he yells.

The giant instantly recoils and peers down at the flattened duo. Ace and Deuce groan in pain as they lay on the stone path. Riddle sighs in relief, glad they were not turned into a squished puddle.

"Where... what happened? Where am I?" Silver asks. He looks down at Riddle, then over at Ace and Deuce. Finally, he tracks his gaze up to Lilia. "Oh... I fell asleep again, didn't I?"

The fae nods. "Unfortunately so, but not to fear! I've woken you up from your slumber~"

Silver instantly turns to Riddle and leans down on his torso. Riddle backs away; he forgets how flustering it is for him to have a giant lean down before him. A rather handsome one at that,

"Riddle, I'm very sorry for falling asleep again... can you forgive me?"

The red-head sighs and nods his head. "...Ok. Just, please, if you're going to fall asleep, could you refrain from blocking the entrance of my dorm?"

“I’ll try…” Silver extends a hand and grabs Riddle between his fingers. The House Warden lets out a startled yelp as the giant gently rubs his head and kisses his tiny frame. Riddle blushes as Silver gets up and affectionately nuzzles him. “You smell very good… like strawberries…”

“W-why, thank you, my love…”

“Oi! What’s in it for us, eh?!” Ace shouts, “We got you help AND were flattened in the process!”

“Fine, no hedgehog duties for two weeks!” Riddle calls down from above. The pair of freshmen exchange looks before shrugging and walking away. Silver lets out a gentle chuckle as he draws his boyfriend close to his chest.

“I keep forgetting how adorable you are, my love…”

“Y-you’re just saying that because you’re a giant,” Riddle replies.

Silver laughs again and moves away from the dorm. “We should continue our study session in the rose garden…”

“I agree, but this time, no falling asleep. Promise?” The red-head asks.

Silver chuckles. “Ok, I promise.”

#g/t writing #g/t #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland g/t #silver twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #silverose

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iamawolfstarsimp · 2 years ago

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Discoveries

Sup bitches im back

I don't think I've ever written a tickle fic with lee Sirius ler Remus and I find that to be insulting so here ya go, I'm throwing this fic at you

ive had a busy week so I'm srry for being kinda inactive lol

its been a bit tiring but hopefully writing this will help relax me or smth along those lines

So yeah enjoy

"Oh, Sirius!!" Remus called in a sing song voice as he waltzed over to where Sirius was lightly dozing in the cool spring weather, his tie carelessly thrown off to the side.

Sirius jolted awake and sat up, fixing his appearance.

"Y-yeah, what's up?" He replied.

"Since you keep tormenting me I've decided I am long overdue for some payback," Remus said nonchalantly. "Lay down, arms up."

"What?!" Sirius exclaimed, his face turning a light pink. "No way in hell am I just letting you tickle me."

"Oh, so you are ticklish?" Remus teased.

"What, no!" Sirius' face darkened.

"Cause I wasn't sure about you being ticklish, but now~" he said, a mischievous grin emplated on his face.

Before Sirius could run away from Remus and his plans of torture, Remus grabbed his ankles and pulled him downwards so that he was laying flat on his back.

Remus scrambled to pin Sirius' hands, and sat down on his waist so that he couldn't get up.

"Remus!! Let me goho!" Sirius shouted, tugging at his arms that were pinned above his head by Remus' surprisingly strong arms.

"Oh I'll let you go," Remus said absent-mindedly as he looked Sirius up and down, deciding where to go for first. "But not before I've thoroughly subjected you to my tickly wrath."

He pinned Sirius' hands under his knees, facing them so that he was unable to squeeze his knees.

He grinned when Sirius realized how screwed he was.

"Soo~" he hummed, wiggling his fingers above Sirius' stomach causing Sirius to yelp. "Where shall we start?"

"D-dohohon't-" Sirius squealed when Remus' wiggling fingers moved up to his ribs, hovering just above the skin.

"Don't what?" Remus asked, tilting his head in mock confusion.

"Tickle me!" Sirius fell for the oldest trick in the book, but he always did.

"Okay!" Remus replied cheerfully and promptly dug his teasing hands into Sirius' hyper sensative belly.

Sirius shrieked, arching his back and cackling.

"NOHOHO- nAHahAh!!" Sirius' back came crashing down and instead he opted for wiggled his body left to right to attempt to escape the tickle torment.

"Do you like belly rubs, Padfoot?" Remus teased switching his method to vibrating his hand into his tummy.

Sirius frantically shook his head, not managing to get a word out.

"No, you don't? You seem to be smiling quite alot for someone who doesn't like belly rubs." Remus said slipping his hand underneath his shirt to gently trace on Sirius' soft belly.

This only seemed to make Sirius laugh harder though.

"REHEHEMUS!! IT TIHIHICKLES!!" He arched his back once more which only pushed Remus' fingers more into his tummy.

Remus removed his hands from Sirius" stomach, giving him a break.

He leaned forward and kissed Sirius' warm cheeks while Sirius huffed and panted, but he leaned into the affection.

"Is-is ihit over?" Sirius huffed and looked up at Remus with puppy dog eyes, which always worked on Remus.

Remus hummed and contemplated letting Sirius go.

"Not yet, love," he decided. "I still have a few more spots to try. Then I'll let you go, m'kay?"

"Ohokay.." he answered. "Anything f-for our Moony.."

"Good boy," he rewarded Sirius with a kiss on the forehead.

Remus leaned down and squeezed Sirius' knees, a spot that was deadly on himself but had no affect on Sirius besides some light squirming.

"Hmm.." Remus moved his squeezing hands to Sirius' thighs and the reaction was instantaneous.

He let out a high pitched shriek and started laughing once more when Remus didn't stop.

"WhyHYHY DOHOES THAT TIHICKLE?!" He complained through his giggles.

"What a ticklish little doggo," he leaned up and continued the vibrating belly rubs with one of his hands while the other continued squeezing his thighs, up and down. "tickle, tickle, Sirius~"

"NAHAHEHEHEE!!!" He threw his head back again, tugging his arms.

Remus stopped the squeezing and vibrating but instead leaned up to raspberry his belly getting another shriek out of Sirius.

He continued his raspberries all over his stomach, ever daring to go over his naval.

When Remus leaned back up for air he was proud of the color of Sirius' face, and how he didn't stop laughing even though Remus wasn't tickling him anymore.

He stuck with the maddening light touches again but instead over on his sides, which weren't that sensitive.

Sirius did start giggling more significantly when Remus moved up to his ribs though which intrigued Remus.

The higher and higher he went the louder Sirius' laughter went and the squirming intensified.

He smirked and dug his hands into his armpits and when Sirius once more cackled and arched his back Remus blew a raspberry on his belly.

"REHEHEMUS!! STAHAHAP!!" He pleaded, his laughter becoming horse.

"Hmm.." Remus took his time thinking about stopping, prolonging having to stop.

"PLEHEHEASEE!!" He screamed, tugging at his arms fiercely.

Remus let go of his arms and took his hands away from Sirius' body, watching him calm down.

Sirius covered his face with his hands bur quiet giggles could still be heard.

"Lemme see that adorable face," Remus held Sirius' hands and stroked them with his thumbs.

"There you are." He kissed Sirius on the lips this time, feeling the heat off of Sirius' face and let Sirius giggle through the kiss.

"I like you like this," Remus said after pulling away. "You're all nice and giggly."

"Shut up.." Sirius huffed, looking away.

"I don't think you wanna be saying stuff like that to me in your position right now," Remus grinned, briefly scribbling on his belly again getting an indignant "hey!" out of Sirius.

Remus rolled over off of Sirius and lay next to him, holding his hand and looking up at the clouds.

They lay in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company.

"I think you're more ticklish than I am." Remus broke the silence.

"Oi," Sirius nudged a giggling Remus. "Don't push it."

Hope you liked

#sirius black #remus lupin #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #marauders #wolfstar #tickle stuff #wolfstar fluff #happy friday #tword community #my writing

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nyandereneko · 1 year ago

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Spare Blanket

Word Count: 701 Summary: “With a reassuring smile and a confident squeeze of the hand, Nova followed Qifrey’s lead as the pair set off to find a cozier nest to settle into for the night.” Author’s Note: Day 5 of the prompt list I’ve been working from, Qifrey brain descended out of nowhere but I’m not complaining lol. Thank you for reading as always!

*****

She always seemed to catch him dozing in the most peculiar places. Slumped over a chair in the kitchen here, passed out at the drawing table there, squirreled away in who knows what kind of nook that she just so happened to be passing by at the time. As the hushed hours of night settled over the remote atelier, Nova could hear subtle notes of the evening’s ambiance ebb and flow through the halls, suffusing the air, caressing her ears with the comforting hum of the surrounding wilderness. The crackle of a fire or the stirring of pots had developed into a similar kind of comfort for her, much as she’d come to recognize the distinct rustle of a certain witch’s robes or the deft glide of his nib staining parchment.

Qifrey wasn’t as transparent with his exhaustion as his warmhearted Watchful Eye tended to be, but Nova was more than shrewd enough to notice which days seemed to hang over him like a cloud. And that didn’t even account for the episodes of agony that struck him from time to time, symptoms of some insidious malady that she was still somewhat apprehensive to treat. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help him, more that she suspected he may end up resenting her aid more than he appreciated it. It was easy for him to justify her intervention in the moment, but when the fog cleared she wasn’t as confident as he seemed to be that his gratitude was genuine and unwavering.

Magic wasn’t the only thing she had to offer him, of course, and apart from playing his occasional partner in crime she took it upon herself to look after him to a certain extent, as much as she safely could. And as much as he would permit, stubborn as the snow-haired witch was. Sometimes that took the form of something as simple as covering his sleeping shoulders as he slumbered at his workspace—much as she was doing now—being careful to extricate some of the more uncomfortable items from beneath his resting head as she fussed about. She closed up his books, compiled his scattered notes, and neatly stored his arsenal of tools for casting. She didn’t dare to encroach upon him any further as he slept, more than aware of the depth of discomfort and agitation he tended to exhibit when someone invaded his personal space without warning.

But just as she was turning to leave, something unexpected snagged her wrist. The woman let out a startled yelp, fur fluffing up like she’d been shocked, and she buttoned her lips as swiftly as she could as her cry faded into the air. There was no doubt she must have disturbed the fatigued witch’s rest, but much to her own surprise Nova found a weak hand halting her retreat as a single bleary blue eye observed her over the soft curve of his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I was just—”

“I believe I’m the one who owes you an apology,” he corrected between yawns, releasing his hold as he sat up and stretched. “It wasn’t my intention to catch you off guard, I’m sorry for startling you.”

“No apologies necessary,” she replied with a smile. “However, I think you’d be more comfortable if you found somewhere a little softer and warmer to rest.”

“Am I to assume you have some such place in mind?” he asked with a playful edge, and Nova cleared her throat and swept a horde of unproductive thoughts into the darkest, dustiest corner of her mind she could find.

“Not necessarily, but it’s not like there’s a shortage of cozy places to curl up in around here.”

Qifrey rose from his seat, swaddling her in his cloak as she gasped and yielded to his embrace. “Let’s see what we can find, then, shall we?”

Nova simply nodded her agreement. She didn’t think she had the strength to voice a coherent reply, but her gesture of acknowledgement was more than sufficient enough for him. With a reassuring smile and a confident squeeze of the hand, Nova followed Qifrey’s lead as the pair set off to find a cozier nest to settle into for the night.

#self insert #selfship #selfshipping #oc x canon #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #selfship fic #selfship fanfiction #self insert writing #my writing #ck writes #my self insert #my self insert writing #inkheart #inkheart writing #god i just want the wha anime so bad hufhueshfefs

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quicksilverdrabbles · 1 year ago

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Morana: *laying in bed swaddled in blankets, whimpering quietly. Roovi flies up from her perch near the window, twittering mechanically as she examines Morana before flying out the window and into the garden, towards Xelzaz*

Xelzaz: Hm? Roovi? *raises his hand to let the little hummingbird perch on his finger, watching her flutter about with an almost nervous energy* Is something wrong with Morana?

Inigo: *dozing off in the garden. His ears perk up* Mn.. Hm? Morana?

Xelzaz: I think she's experiencing a bad day.

Inigo: Damn. Shall we go check on her?

Xelzaz: Yes, we probably should.

Morana: *tried to get up to light her fireplace, fell, gave up and is now bundled under blankets on the floor* Mmmmmnnnngh...

Kaidan/Taliesin: *kicks open the door*

Morana: !?

Lucien: I've got hot tea.

Yaksha: I have pain medicine.

Xelzaz: I have food.

Kaidan: I have more blankets.

Taliesin: I brought books to read.

Gore: I didn't know what to bring but I'm here for moral support.

Inigo: I brought Styx.

Styx: Arf!

Lucien: ... Wait, why are you on the floor?

Morana: ... *blushes, hiding her face in the covers* I fell.

Kaidan: Fell??? Why didn't you call us, starlight? *kneels down to help her up, holding her close to him and tightening his grip when her leg gives out* Easy, now.

Morana: *deadpans, staring at Kaidan with an unimpressed look over her noticeable pain* Call you. Yeah. I definitely could have done that, Kai.

Kaidan: I- shit- you know what I mean.

Morana: *stands and laughs, gripping the front of his shirt unsteadily* Yeah, I know.

Taliesin: Shall we get you back to bed? Or would you like to go to the living room?

Morana: Bed, please..

Xelzaz: *casts firebolt, sending it towards the fireplace and igniting it quickly* There's one problem solved. *sets the bowl of food down at her nightstand. He chuckles at her apprehensive look* It's just a light stew. I probably should have asked if you felt up to eating. You don't have to finish it, but you should eat before taking any medicine.

Morana: Okay..

Inigo: *sets Styx down on the bed so she can curl up next to Morana* What hurts today, my friend? Muscles or bones?

Morana: ... Am I allowed to say everything?

Inigo: Of course.

Yaksha: Headache?

Morana: Mhm..

Xelzaz: *opens her potions cupboard* You haven't caught anything recently, have you?

Morana: ... Maybe a fever.

Xelzaz: *without turning around* And?

Morana: ..... Maybe Ataxia.

Xelzaz: There we go. *grabs the potion bottle labelled 'Ataxia'* Hm... *grabs the Bone Break Fever bottle, just in case*

Morana: *taking small sips of the stew and groaning when her stomach churns* .. No more.

Yaksha: Well, it's something. That's good, here. *hands Morana a potion* I tried to make it taste a little better this time. It's a new mix, I'm hoping it will help your joint pain better.

Morana: *takes a sip from the potion*

Yaksha: Better?

Morana: ... It tastes the same. Thank you, though. *finishes the potion and turns to drink the tea Lucien hands her*

Yaksha: Of course. I will try to keep working on it.

Morana: *sighs, setting her finished tea on the table and falling back onto her bed with an arm covering her eyes*

Gore: Anything we can do, blood?

Morana: ... I dunno.

Lucien: *frowns, glancing up and catching Inigo's eye. They share a quiet look before turning back towards Morana*

Morana: ... I feel like I want to cry. *her lower lip trembles, and she laughs* But if I cry my headache will just get worse. And my eyes will hurt. And it'd probably hurt my chest too. So I shouldn't cry. But I want to.

Gore: ...

Morana: ... But crying wouldn't solve anything either. Crying just.. *stops, remembering how the healers would beat her when she cried, or take the opportunity to force more experimental potions down her throat* ... Crying just hurts more.

Styx: *whines*

Kaidan: And you feel like that all the time?

Morana: All the damn time. *laughs, pressing the palms of her hands into her eyes and breaking off into sobs* All the damn time. Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane. Even if I never get sick again, the pain won't go away. I haven't found anything to help it. For years I tried, and I just...

Taliesin: *sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running a hand through her hair gently* I'm sure there will be other options we haven't found yet, raven. You were limited on the things you could do by yourself.

Inigo: I am sure there's a way to help you somewhere in Tamriel. If not, then we'll even look elsewhere!

Morana: That's crazy.

Lucien: Crazy for youuuuuu~ *leans into her with a grin, careful not to jostle her too much* It'll be like another adventure! After this whole dragon crisis is over, we all go overseas and explore new lands! Maybe we could even find the remnants of countries like Akavir! *gasps, straightening up* Wouldn't that be exciting?!

Morana: You're getting too caught up in your ideas again, Lulu.

Lucien: Hehehe

Morana: ... That.. *sighs, staring at the ceiling* (It's not going to happen.) That sounds fun. Another adventure. After.. everything is over. *her eyes droop, comforted by the softness and safety of her family* ...

Gore: Hah, she knocked out.

Yaksha: Our cue to let her rest.

Inigo: Mm.. Should we really leave her like this, though?

Xelzaz: *dragging Inigo and Lucien up* I imagine Taliesin and Kaidan can look after her well enough. They obviously had no intention of leaving.

Kaidan: *flushed pink, turning away from the group with a huff* Just get outta here, already..

Taliesin: *blushing gold* Yes yes, I agree with Kaidan. Be gone, please.

Lucien: Alright alright we're going!!

Xelzaz: *turns as he leaves the room, pointing towards his eyes and jabbing a finger in their direction before leaving*

Taliesin: *returns the gesture with a mocking sneer*

Kaidan: ??? What the hell was that about.

Taliesin: Xelzaz seems convinced we would try something while she sleeps.

Kaidan: ... At least we know he cares?

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