#i hope you enjoy this gift regardless my dear

[tears0fsatan]

☆ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... mentions m!reader a few times but can be read as gn for the most part lol, implied romantic/queerplatonic relationship but interpret it as you like, its pretty soft man idk what to say

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... need more dateables content on my blog sigh>.<)) i began this all the way last year in april.... (∩﹏∩) i am slowly clearing out my drafts and reqs okay!!!! (i hope the halloween special final will be out before this years halloween...)

DIAVOLO !

now, we all know he's a bit ... behind on things outside of ruling an entire realm so he most definitely had to ask barbatos and lucifer for suggestions.

he was taking you all these fancy, bougie places with a clear itinerary in mind (thanks to the influence of a certain avatar of pride) that at the end of the day felt more like a tour of devildom than a date.

on the last of his planned out date, it ended up raining and the two of you somehow spent the last couple of hours talking to each other underneath the shade of a tree where you found out that all the dates were thanks to diavolo's right hand men.

after that talk you finally convinced him to take you places that were dear to him and to allow you to plan future dates as well.

he insists on paying, regardless of how much you protest and tell him that you also have pride as a man (it's just something you have to deal with sorry).

take him on a date in the human realm and watch as this scary ruler of all demons turns into a big baby, fascinated with everything (now its your turn to play tour guide).

if you get him one of those cheap, silly little keychains you find in gift stores, he'd treasure it for as long as he lives.

if you get anything matching (be it a shirt, keychains, plushies, you name it), he'll have the biggest sparkling eyes you've ever seen on a living being and beg you to wear it for the rest of your time in the human realm.

his favourite dates are the ones where you and him simply enjoy a cup of tea and snacks barbatos prepared in the castles garden glass gazebo (its domestic and he likes seeing you in his 'domain' so to say).

BARBATOS !

picnics. with your favourite snacks he's prepared from as early as the night before.

appreciates every moment alone with you especially since it's rare for the two of you to be together without the others around.

he always goes for something he knows you'll like, and if you don't enjoy a particular part of the date he'll keep it in mind.

the most important part of the date to him is seeing you happy and being in your company.

thought there would never come a time where he would be peeved by diavolo calling for him until one day the demon lord forgot about his date with you and wondered where he went.

after that diavolo encouraged barbatos to go out with you more often (would not take no for an answer no matter how much barbatos tried to turn him down).

he'd be a bit hesitant to go to the human realm since he'd be so far away from diavolo but the thought of being alone with you is just so tempting (he's a demon after all) he can't decline.

if you bought him a little plush keychain TRUST it would be posed carefully in the kitchen where he can see it every day while he prepares the de facto demon kings meals.

he would take you to the most unknown and hidden spots in devildom that even diavolo wouldn't know of their existence and turn it into a frequent rendezvous spot (and perhaps it excites a small part of you, perhaps because it's more or less a secret that only you and barbatos share).

SIMEON !

simple minded. likes going anywhere with you.

gotta say though, he especially likes the way your eyes crinkle when you smile after tasting a homemade sweet treat.

doesn't have an ideal date with you but dates where you two bake together are his favourite.

also note. he will tear up if you turn the tables on him and prepare him some treats of your own specialty (his only smiles wider when he hears you grumble about being as much of a househusband as he is).

even if you make something that could rival solomon's cooking, he'd still eat it with a smile (because you made it all for him and he would be a fool to pass it up).

if you guys go out for a stroll in any of the three realms, he'd always have his hand on you (fingers intertwined with yours, arm coiled around your waist and such).

he'll find some small treasure from the date and keep it tucked away somewhere.

loves taking pictures with a polaroid so he can treasure the memories (he especially loves taking candid pictures of you, especially while eating one of his sweets of course).

be prepared to gain weight if he takes you up to the celestial realm, he will make sure you eat every single angelic dish until you couldn't do so much as waddle around.

likes taking you around the celestial realm and telling you all the stories of his past and some passed down stories from other older angels.

while passing through the many gardens of the celestial realm, he'll sneakily pluck a flower or two for you until you end up with nothing less than a small bouquet (and more often than not getting a rather lengthy scolding from michael).

SOLOMON !

you know that UR card of him where he takes you on a magic carpet ride??? yeah expect that sort of shit constantly.

he is so fond of you and your reactions and that just makes him wanna toy around with you all the more.

he's not ashamed to cause a ruckus in all three realms as long as he can see you either laugh until tears gather in the corner of your eyes or cling onto him while half heartedly yelling at him, he's willing to pull out all his little tricks up his sleeve.

he is such a menace but you can tell he puts a lot of thought and care into his surprises, you can't find it in yourself to be upset with him (and truth be told you do enjoy the rise he brings out of you).

during a rare moment of vulnerability, he'd take you around his hometown and reminisce his youth, telling tales of ancient memories that only he would remember (noting the way his eyes shone with an emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint).

never one to dwell in his nostalgia for long, he would take you to another spot and spin some hauntingly believable ghost story just to scare you (whether you believe it or not, solomon will most definitely try to sneak in a few spooks here and there especially with magic).

after he would torment you and every other living being in his vicinity, he'd like to end the day by doing something comparatively calmer and laid back, perhaps something as simple as cuddles, reading together (or maybe even him reading to you), or watching a movie.

© 2024 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t translate, modify, repost or plagiarise my works anywhere.

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Flowers (Phantom x GN! Reader) FLUFF

WARNINGS: Recreational smoking 🌿, doesn't go into detail, all fluff, Primo being a dad, Phantom being sweet, cute, and nice. Just a good old innocent mutual crush. Not proofread, sorry if there's any mistakes with keeping it GN, please feel free to let me know if I missed anything so I can correct it!

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"Good morning Papa." You greet Primo with a smile, carefully setting down the cup of tea you had brought him on his work bench.

"Good morning il mio Bambino." He responds softly, completely engrossed in his task of pruning one of his many bonsai trees. "When you get a moment my dear would you be able to do me a small favor?" You breathed out an amused sigh. You had been Primo's assistant for a while, enjoying the slow pace of working with the eldest Emeritus brother.

"Papa, you don't need to ask." You giggle, bringing a smile to the older man's face. "Anything you need I'll take care of, don't worry."

"You truly are too good to me." He shoots you a wink causing you to playfully roll your eyes. "There's some produce that needs harvesting in the greenhouse. I was hoping I could have your assistance collecting it all."

"Of course. Let me just make sure I don't have any paperwork to file first." You give his shoulder a gentle squeeze as you pass, leaving him to finish his pruning. You fell into the chair at your desk with a sigh, flipping your letter opener around in your hand to sort through the daily mail. You paused as something caught your eye. A single sunflower sat at the edge of your desk. You picked it up curiously, a smile finding its way to your lips as you spun the stem between your fingers. "Thank you for the flower Papa!" You call into his office. You hear the scraping of his chair against the wooden floor, Primo emerging in the doorway moments later.

You glance over your shoulder as you hear him chuckle. "That flower isn't from me, my dear." He raised an eyebrow at you. "Perhaps you've caught the attention of someone special, hm?" You couldn't stop the blush from spreading across your cheeks as you giggled.

"I doubt that," you state with a wistful tone as you continue to admire the flower in your hand, "I'm pretty plain compared to a lot of the other Siblings. This was probably supposed to be a gift for you if anything."

"I'd like you to keep it regardless." He gently pats the top of your head. "And you are not plain. You have a smile that could light up any room, a laugh so melodic it would rival Cirrus' piano. You're a kind, beautiful soul inside and out. Not to mention your Papa's favorite." He teases with a wink.

"Thank you Papa." He holds out his arm for you to take.

"Come il mio bambino, we have a lot of work to do." You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow, allowing him to prattle on about whatever came to his mind as you made your way to the greenhouse together. No matter the task, working with Primo always managed to put a smile on your face. Over your time as his assistant you had grown quite close to him, Primo had become somewhat of a father figure in your life. The two of you would sit and chat about everything while you worked; filling each other in on the gossip you heard around the Abbey, Primo telling you stories of when he was in his prime, both of you unwinding with a nice cup of tea at the end of the day in his cozy office. Today was no different. You were both droning on about how, somehow, Sister Imperator had been even more stern than usual lately.

"Maybe you should offer her a joint, it might help her stop being so uptight all the time." Primo chuckles at your statement.

"You might be right, I heard she used to be quite the stoner in her day." You both paused at the sound of the greenhouse door slowly creaking open. Primo began to stand, you motioned for him not to trouble himself.

"I'll go see who it is Papa, it's probably just one of the Siblings from the kitchen." You rise with a groan, meticulously pulling off your work gloves before stuffing them into your pocket. As you approached the entrance you were met with the sight of a Ghoul curiously looking over the plants. He froze the moment he picked up on your presence, like a child getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to be. His shoulders relaxed as he realized it was you who emerged from the greenery and not the eldest Emeritus. "Phantom?"

"Hey." He returns your greeting with a sharp smile, fangs glinting in the bright afternoon sun that glimmered through the glass roof. "I was sent to ask Primo about some of his tea." He nervously shifts his weight between his feet.

"Oh, he's right back here actually." You motioned for him to follow you. Phantom takes a couple long strides, allowing himself to walk by your side. "You help in the greenhouse too?" He asks genuinely. You nod, giving him a small smile.

"I work pretty much wherever Primo needs me." You chuckle softly. "If I'm being honest I'd rather be out here than at my desk, it gets awfully stuffy in there sometimes." You whisper to him, as if it was a secret just for the two of you. You found Primo still diligently harvesting the produce you had left him with. "Papa, Phantom needs to ask you about some tea."

"Papa," Phantom bows his head slightly in a polite greeting, "Copia sent me. He's having, uh… that problem again. He said you'd know what I meant." His eyes widened slightly as he waited for Primo to remember what particular ailment he was referring to.

"Right," Primo claps his hands together. "I'll go grab the senna." Once Primo is out of view Phantom's attention immediately shifts back to you.

"What are you two harvesting?" You smile at his curiosity, aside from Primo and the other Siblings that helped in the gardens no one ever seemed interested about the work you did in here.

"Berries mostly." He trails closely behind you as you return to the plant you had been previously seated in front of. "The raspberries came out wonderful this year, I don't think we've ever had this big of a crop." Phantom kneels next to you in the dirt, eyes darting between your hands as they worked and your face.

"Can I ask a silly question?" He inquires sheepishly.

"There are no silly questions." You give him a reassuring smile, gently bumping your shoulder against his.

"What do raspberries taste like?" You paused. You had gotten so used to seeing Phantom dart around the Abbey that you had forgotten he had only been summoned a little while ago. Something as simple and well enjoyed by you he had never experienced before.

"Would you like to try one?" He nods eagerly. You search through the bush, looking for the best looking berry you could find. You carefully held it between your fingers as you offered it to him. "Now, I'm going to warn you, they have seeds and they're kind of fuzzy." He squints at the fruit, bright violet eyes analyzing it closely. He takes the berry between his teeth, taking extra care to make sure his fangs didn't accidentally graze your fingers. He chewed it slowly, eyes never leaving your face.

"It's good… sweet." He smiles proudly at his small triumph. His gaze travels to the top of your head. "You, uh, have a leaf." He points to your hair. You attempt to brush it away on your own but you could tell by the expression he was giving you that it was still there. He cautiously reaches towards you, untangling it from your strands before discarding it on the ground. His eyes scan over your features, a smile coming to his lips as he brushes the disturbed hair back into place. "Beautiful." You let out a flustered giggle. You both jump as Primo speaks up.

"This should take care of Copia's problem." He holds out a jar of herbs to Phantom. Seeing both of your bashful states he pauses. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?" He gives you a smug grin.

"No Papa, we were just talking." You nervously fidgeted with your fingers as you spoke.

"Thank you for the tea Papa. (Y/N), hopefully I'll see you soon." He flashes you another dazzling smile before making his leave. You couldn't stop your eyes from trailing after him as he left, turning back to Primo once he fully stepped out of sight. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the shit eating grin he wore 

"Don't look at me like that." You tried to hide your flustered state.

"I see we fancy ourselves a Quintessence Ghoul, do we?" He returns to the plant at your side with a laugh.

"We were just talking Papa." You reiterate again to try and get your point across.

"Just talking wouldn't cause the two of you to jump like that my dear. I've witnessed my fair share of crushes in my day, it's nothing to be ashamed of." He addresses the matter casually.

"Papa!" You exclaim through a giggle. 

"Fine, fine." He accepts defeat, holding up his hands in surrender. "But, when you do finally come to terms with the fact you're attracted to him, I'll be here to talk." He smiles patiently.

You laugh and shake your head, "I don't have a crush on Phantom, it's just…" you trailed off for a moment. You couldn't exactly put into words how you felt. You had always been pretty close with all of the Ghouls, so when the newest members were summoned you were one of the first to be introduced. When you had first met Phantom he was timid, still feeling somewhat awkward in his more humanoid form.

"Walk me through what you're thinking tesoro, maybe I can help you sort things out." You both kept busy as you talked, knowing if you actually allowed yourself to focus on the words spilling from your lips you would end up overthinking.

"He's very easy for me to talk to. It took me a while to form the friendships that I have, but with him it almost felt effortless. The first night I met him there was something about him that was just so… captivating. He was unlike any person or Ghoul I had ever met." You explain.

"You two definitely seemed to hit it off pretty quickly. Up until he met you I don't think I had ever really seen Phantom interact with any of the Siblings, he mostly kept to himself. Perhaps there are a few members of his pack he's close to, but compared to the rest of Copia's Ghouls he seems a bit reserved." Primo remarks.

"That's the thing Papa… he's not." You thought back to one of the times it had just been the two of you. "Phantom is loud, boisterous, confident." His infectious laugh echoed through your memories, bringing a smile to his face. It wasn't uncommon for Phantom to coincidentally stumble across you smoking alone in the garden, enjoying the twinkling starlight as the pungent smell of herb filled the air. Being with him only added to the dizzying head rush you had. Gazing into his eyes felt like you were running through a field of lavender, his fingers bumping against yours making your pulse thrum in your ears, entirely consumed by the image of him mere inches away from you. The two of you in your own world together as you resisted the urge to lean into him. You were snapped from your day dream as a thorn pricked your finger, you winced slightly, letting out an exasperated sigh as reality set in once more. "Him and I just get along really well, that's all." Primo just smiled knowingly. He had seen that far off look in your eyes many times before; pining Siblings stumbling into his confessional to pour their heart and soul out to him over a friend who they swore would never be anything more than just that. You didn't say much for the rest of the afternoon, the memory of Phantom playing repeatedly in your mind as you tried to convince yourself none of that mattered.

"I'll see you in the morning." Primo waves over his shoulder as the two of you part ways in the halls. You headed back to his office, having a few things to check on before fully retiring for the evening. You look behind you as you hear another set of footsteps join your own in the empty corridor. You were a bit surprised to see none other than the Ghoul occupying your every thought round the corner. You smile at the sight of him, pausing to let him catch up.

"Copia wanted me to bring Primo a thank you note for the tea." You found yourself shoving your hands deep in your pockets, the slight brush of his hand against yours sending a jolt through your body, causing you to have an urge you didn't dare give into.

"Primo decided to turn in a little early tonight…" you trail off, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "But, I am heading down to his office now. I wouldn't mind the company if you'd like to walk with me."

"I would love to." He smiles down at you. You blush, quickly darting your eyes down to your feet so hopefully he wouldn't catch your flustered expression. "You seem nervous." You remarked how that was a statement, not a question. You flashed him your most convincing smile, trying to shove your anxiety away so he wouldn't worry.

"It's just been a long day. I'm not really feeling fully… myself, I guess." You found yourself wanting to be honest with him the more you spoke. There was something about being with him that made you feel so undeniably safe that you couldn't lie about how you were feeling. The question flashed through your mind about whether or not Quintessence Ghouls possessed some type of mind control power to make you tell the truth. You noticed him glance over at you out of the corner of your eye. "I promise it's nothing to worry about." You slid into your chair as you arrived at Primo's office, Phantom perching himself on the edge of the desk at your side.

"Have you eaten?" He suddenly chimes. Your stomach decided to answer before you had a chance to, giving off a low angry growl over your hunger. "I'll take that as a no." Phantom chuckles. You return his laugh as you open some of the new letters that had appeared on your desk. You groaned as you recognized Sister Imperator's neat script.

"What now?" Phantom's brow furrowed at your distress. "Great, another meeting with Nihil, Papa's going to be thrilled." You drop your head into your desk with a groan. You felt Phantom's warm head slide across your back, rubbing soothing circles in between your shoulder blades. You reluctantly picked up the receiver of the old rotary phone, dialing the number for Primo's quarters as you propped your chin up in your hand. "Hi Papa." He sighed at the tone you greeted him with, already knowing what was in store for him. "We have a meeting with your Father." You held the receiver away from your ear as a loud string of Italian curses exploded out of it. "I'll be there in ten minutes." You inform him before hanging up. "I'm sorry to run off-"

"It's alright." He cuts you off, grimacing slightly as he realized he had done so. "Are you going to be in the garden tonight?"

You nodded slowly, "probably. I'm sure I'm going to need to unwind after this." You stand with a groan. You collect your belongings, smiling at Phantom as you turn to leave. In a moment of boldness, more than likely brought in by the aggravation of having to deal with Sister, you paused. "These meetings usually take about two hours. I'd really like to see you tonight if you have time."

"I'll be there." He responds eagerly. You try your best to hide your excited smile as you hurry off to meet Primo. The second you entered his quarters he noticed your change in attitude.

"Well, what do we have here? You seem awfully happy my dear." You met Primo's gaze in his reflection. His papal paint half done, still dressed in his gardening clothes. "Might I venture a guess this has something to do with a certain Ghoul?" You knew there was no lying to him in your current state.

"I may or may not be seeing Phantom after our meeting tonight." You spit out your statement hurriedly, knowing he was going to make a big deal about it.

"Hm," he hums, grinning at you, "sounds like a nice little date to unwind after a stressful day, no?" You haphazardly comb your fingers through your hair, trying your best to appear somewhat decent.

"It's not a date Papa, just two friends meeting up." He chuckles at your response.

"Tell me tomorrow if your feelings on that subject have changed." You breathe out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief for how sure he was of himself. You helped him shrug into his Papal robes before heading to the never ending meeting. Every second felt like an hour, your eyes practically glued to the clock as you waited for the meeting to come to a close. 

"You are dismissed." The second Nihil groaned out the words you bolted for the door, not missing Primo's amused expression on your way out. You headed straight for the garden, expertly winding your way to the spot where you and Phantom always managed to run into each other. A smile instantly spread across your features at the sight of him. He had set out a blanket in the pathway, a small spread of various foods set out for the two of you.

"What's all this?" You ask with a soft laugh as you approach him.

His eyes darted to the ground nervously, you noticed him swaying on his heels slightly as he spoke. "Well, I know you haven't eaten so I wanted to bring you some food. I didn't know what you liked so I asked Mountain and well…" He trails off, motioning to the spontaneous picnic. "I was thinking maybe you and I could have some dinner together?" 

"I would love to have dinner with you, Phantom." He beams at your response, excitement immediately overtaking his nerves as he motions for you to sit. You sat and talked with Phantom for hours, your body and mind feeling lighter the longer you spent with him. As time passed the two of you eventually cleared off the blanket, opting to lay side by side to gaze up at the stars, a lit joint passed between the two of you. You watched the smoke curl high into the air, the warmth of Phantom's body seeking into your shoulder.

"I really like spending time with you." He speaks up suddenly. You blush at his statement, feeling his fingers ghost over yours both of your hands intertwined carefully. You didn't need to respond, he knew you felt the same way. The two of you took turns pointing out different constellations you recognized until, eventually, you decided you should probably get back to your dorm. Phantom's fingers remained intertwined with yours as he stood, hoisting you from the ground after him. You stumble slightly, falling into his chest. You felt the quick, steady rhythm of his heartbeat under his palm. His free hand lands on your waist to steady you. Your eyes snapped up to his, they glowed a beautiful violet in the moonlight.

"Sorry." You giggle nervously. He chuckles, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

"No need to apologize, are you alright?" You nod, both of you blushing and mumbling out an apology as you realized you were still holding onto each other, taking a moment to separate. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence through the halls until you reached your dorm. You stood across from each other in front of your door, nervously swaying in your heels. "That was fun, maybe we can do that again sometime."

"I'd like that." Both of you searched for something, anything at all to say, to stay with each other just a few moments longer. But nothing came to mind. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He smiles at you, beginning to turn away. You reach out, catching his wrist in your hand. He looks back at you, a hopeful expression in his eyes. You stand on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Goodnight, Phantom." You take one final glance at him before you slip into your room. You fell into your bed with a sigh, dragging your hands down your face. "He's so handsome." You groan to your empty room. You let your arms fall out to the side, staring blankly up at your system as you remembered Primo's words from earlier. "I've witnessed my fair share of crushes in my day, it's nothing to be ashamed of my dear." You grimaced, that old man really could read you like an open book. You got ready for bed, dreading talking Primo tomorrow that he was right. But you needed advice. You had never taken the whole romance thing into consideration. Sure, you had dated a few people in the past, but none of those relationships really went past the honeymoon phase or initial hookup. You could already tell that if by some miracle Phantom did reciprocate your feelings this wouldn't be a simple fling. You woke with a start, getting into your overalls as you prepared for a long day weeding the flowerbeds. As you entered the garden you found Primo already waiting for me, a cup of tea waiting for you on the bench next to him.

"Good morning il mio bambino." He greets you with a smile. "These were left on your desk this morning." He picked up three white roses, all tied together with a purple ribbon.

"Was there any note?" He shook his head. You held the flowers to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent with a smile. "I'm going to put these in some water." You quickly run to the greenhouse, placing the blooms in a vase so you could take them home later before returning to Primo. You picked up the tea cup he had set out for you, sitting by his side and enjoying the stillness of the early morning air.

"So, how did last night go?" He prods.

You sigh, "it was perfect, I don't know what else to say about it." You chuckle.

"Are you still trying to keep up the façade that you're just friends?" He asks before taking a long sip of his tea.

"As much as I would like to, I don't think I can." You admit with a bashful laugh. "I've definitely got a bit of a crush on him." You spent a good portion of your morning catching Primo up on the events of the night prior.

He looks at you with an amused smile, "dare I say I think he might be feeling the same towards you my dear." He grins.

"I hope so, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to hide this from him." Primo collects your cup from you as you finish your drink.

"Well you'll have plenty of time to think things over tesoro. Enjoy the flirting, romance is supposed to be fun, you should be basking in the glow of young love." You blush, shaking your head as you playfully roll your eyes. 

"I'm going to get started out here, I'll come check on you in a couple hours." He pays your head before heading to his office.

"Don't work too hard." He calls over his shoulder as he disappears from the garden, allowing you to get to work.

"Well what do we have here." You jump slightly as Mountain bounds up beside you, a basket of vegetables perched on his hip. 

"Hey Mount." Your hand claps into his as he helps you out of the dirt.

"Primo's got you on weeding duty today?" He asks, a bit confused. Weeding was usually a job saved for new Siblings, Primo believing in a hierarchy of sorts until they got settled in.

"I needed a task that would let me reflect on my feelings." You preach back to him in your best Papa impression. "He's had some suspicions that are proving to be correct."

"Everything alright?" He motions for you to walk with him.

"Yeah." You trail off for a moment. "If I tell you something, can you promise it'll stay between us?"

"Of course, you know you can always talk to me." He nudges you.

"So, there's been someone leaving flowers on my desk the past couple days. Which is super sweet, but I need to find out who it is. Recently I've… come to terms with the fact I have feelings for someone." You chose your words carefully, hesitant to give away who the object of your affection was despite the fact you knew you would end up telling him regardless. "Then on top of that I don't want to say anything to this other person because they might not feel the same."

"First off, I wouldn't worry about confessing your feelings. You're amazing, whoever it is would be so lucky to have earned your affection. Regardless of the answer I'm sure everything will work out for the best. And if you want to know who's getting you flowers, maybe hideout in the greenhouse, they're bound to show up sooner or later." You nodded, that wasn't a terrible plan. "Now, the real question is, who's your secret crush?" He asks in a teasing tone.

"Promise you won't say anything?" You felt ridiculous, you felt like you were in high school all over again. You were a grown adult acting like a teenage girl. Yet you couldn't help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the mere thought of him.

"You have my word." Mountain promises.

"It's Phantom." He pauses, looking down at you with the biggest smile. "What?"

"You have to tell him, the two of you would be such a great couple!" You attempt to stutter out a response, Mountain's bluntness getting you completely fluttered. "Seriously though, I think it would be worth a shot telling him. You never know, maybe he could've been your secret admirer the whole time." He chuckles before the two of you parted ways. You headed to Primo's office, already having gotten a good deal of weeding done today. You pushed through his office door with a groan.

"Good afternoon my dear." He greets you jovially despite not looking up from his paperwork. A pair of thin, wire framed reading glasses sat perched on the end of his nose.

"Afternoon Papa, do you need me to take care of anything?" You refill his glass of water in his desk.

"Actually there is, I have a stack of hymns that need to be returned to the music hall. It took me a while to decide which ones I wanted for mass this week." He chortles. You accepted the stack from him with a smile. "When you return we'll have so tea, I believe you're due for a break."

"Of course Papa, I'll be right back." You read through the stack of sheet music as you walk through the halls, humming the melodies presented before you. You kicked open the door to the music hall with your foot. Your ears were instantly met with an all too familiar tune. You glanced up to find Phantom perched at the edge of the stage, his usual black guitar resting comfortably over his thigh as he rehearsed by himself. You sit yourself in one of the chairs in the room, watching as his fingers effortlessly moved across the fret board. He jumped slightly when he noticed you were there.

"Now how did I end up with such a pretty audience." He flashes his fangs at you as a wide grin spreads across his features.

"No matter how many times I see you play you always amaze me. You're so talented." You compliment him, earning a bashful chuckle that made your heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you." He stands, slowly striding over to you. "Now what brings you all the way down here." You held up the stack of papers.

"Primo needs these returned." Phantom takes the stack from you, knowing howuch of a pain organizing hymns tended to be.

"Want some help? I'm pretty familiar with how Cumulus has it set up in here." He offers.

"That would be great, I'd be here all night doing this by myself." You joke. Phantom clicks on the radio, some oldies station buzzing to life. He slings an arm over your shoulder, guiding you to the filing cabinet where the hymns were stored. Phantom seemed much more relaxed than normal today. He was consistently making jokes, the two of you idly chatting as you sorted everything away. "I love this song!" You exclaim, turning up the volume of the radio. You swayed around the room, humming along with the tune. Phantom chuckles at your excitement. He sets his remaining sheet music down, stepping closer to you so he could pull you towards him. You laugh, letting your fingers intertwine with his as the other slides over his shoulder. The two of you swayed along with the rhythm, Phantom giving your waist a gentle squeeze as he smiles down at you. He spun you around, causing you to giggle. "I didn't know you could dance."

"I wanted to learn to impress someone I like." He winks at you, both of you letting out bashful laughter.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need you for band practice." Sodo leans against the doorframe, eyes darting between the two of you. Phantom reluctantly released his hold on you, holding your hand a few moments longer than necessary before joining the other Ghoul.

"I'll see you soon." He promises.

"Bye Phantom." You smile at him, waving to Sodo as they both leave. You finish filing away the hymns, clicking off the radio before heading back to Primo's office. The rest of the day passed in a blur, the feeling of Phantom holding you close clouding your every thought. You had decided to take Mountain's advice of waiting in the greenhouse, wanting to tell your secret admirer that you already had your eye on someone else. So, once you had said goodnight to Primo, you slipped out into the gardens in hope of capturing the mysterious florist in the act. You hid in a relatively secluded corner, tucked away behind some lush bushes where you couldn't be seen. Luckily you didn't have to wait long for them to show up. You heard their soft humming approach where you were. The soft snips of pruning shears as they collected their flowers. Your eyebrows knitted together as you realized that this was a voice you recognized. You peeked out from your hiding place. You smiled softly at the sight before you, stepping out into the open, you cleared your throat.

Phantom's eyes shot up to you, he froze as he realized he had been caught. He looks nervously between you and the flowers he held in his hand. His mouth fell open but no words came out at first. When, finally, through all his nerves he actually takes a moment to look at you. Your whole face lit up with a smile, eyes searching his face as you waited for him to say anything. He couldn't believe how cute you looked as you nervously wrung your hands. He stands, offering a small bouquet of red chrysanthemums. "I'm assuming you've been getting my flowers." He chuckles. You carefully take hold of the bunch, gazing it down in awe before placing them off to the side. Your body moved purely on instinct, arms sliding around Phantom's waist as you pulled him into a hug. He tenses up for a moment before wrapping you tightly in his embrace.

"They've all been beautiful." You mumble against his chest. You slowly separated from each other, his gaze catching yours. He smiles warmly at you, those gorgeous, glowing purple eyes causing you to melt.

He gently takes your chin between his fingers. "I feel… strange whenever I'm around you." He admits, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Strange how?" You ask through a smile, laughing as he tugs you closer.

"Sweaty mostly." He jokes. "You make me nervous in a good way." He continues to ponder out loud. "My heart starts to beat really fast, and all I can think about is reaching out to hold you… what kissing you would be like." You blush at his admission.

"You're more than welcome to find out for yourself." Your voice shook as you spoke, a soft breathy laugh punctuating your statement. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, his eyes tracing over every detail of your face.

"I'm sorry if I'm not any good at this." He chuckles.

"Just follow my lead." You tease, your hands sliding up his chest and into his hair as he closes the distance between the two of you. His lips crashed into yours. A satisfied hum left your lips as you pushed your body into his. He held you tightly, as if he let you go you would disappear before his eyes. The kiss started out slow, you slowly guided him through the motions. You had found out that Phantom was a very quick learner. His pace gradually increased, the kiss growing more passionate by the second as he grew addicted to the feeling of your lips on his. You pulled back with a gasp, both of you panting softly. You didn't even have time to catch your breath before Phantom's lips were back on yours, earning a surprised squeak as he pulled you flush against him one more. He pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged.

"That was nice." He chuckles. He places another few short pecks to your lips causing you to laugh softly.

"Does this mean you won't be bringing me flowers anymore?" You laugh.

"Sweetheart, I'll bring you flowers everyday if you want me to." He says with a smile as he pulls you in for another passionate kiss.

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APPRECIATION POST

ELVIS AND THE BLUE MOON BOYS: As told by Scotty Moore.

On a December 27th SCOTTY MOORE was born.🎈 I'm a little late but I wanted to celebrate this special month and date still in 2024. So here's a little summarized story, from Scotty's POV, of how it all started to happen in the music industry for him, Elvis, Bill and D.J,, our dear Blue Moon Boys. The story of how Rock and Roll music was born when initially three young men formed a trio in mid-1954.

I must begin with an observation: "That's Alright, Elvis: The Untold Story of Elvis' First Guitarist and Manager, Scotty Moore" by Scotty Moore as told to James L. Dickerson, from where this excerpt above comes from, is a GREAT book! A definite Elvis and Rock and Roll music fans "must read." I'm yet to read Bill Black's story in "Don't Be Cruel, Elvis: The Bill Black Story" by Paul F. Belard and DJ Fontana's memoir book ("D.J. Fontana remembers Elvis")... but I'm taking my time enjoying Scotty's book for now. It's full of details and I'm impressed with each little part of his (their) story in those pages. People are not usually that interested in musicians as much as in the lead singers, specially if they're not musicians themselves, like me - but Scotty Moore had a very interesting life, besides the book is so well written, honest and fun you can't seriously feel it's even close to being uninteresting. Reading Scotty's book I never had the feeling of wanting to skip the story to the part where Elvis comes into the picture because Scotty's own story is that incredible! I mean it. Anyhow, I'm just sharing how much reading Scotty Moore's story was so important to me and made me feel a deeper appreciation for the Rock and Roll history as a whole and also it helped me better understanding Elvis as a person and how he came to be the legendary artist he became. I didn't finish the book yet, but I can tell from where I am in my readin that having Scotty, Bill and D.J.'s support, guidance and friendship was crucial to the rise of Elvis Presley as we know.

For the record, it actually started with Scotty Moore chasing his dream, cutting a record at the Memphis Recording Service and being asked to audition Presley afterwards. To think Scotty wasn't even supposed to be born! Haha... we'll get to that.

PICTURES: Three-months and five-years old Scotty Moore.

Winfield Scott Moore III (December 27, 1931 – June 28, 2016) was fond of music since he was a child. One of Scotty's bigger brothers gave him his guitar as a farewell gift when Scotty was five years old and his brother, Ralph, the youngest son in the family prior to Scotty being born, joined the US Navy (picture 1 is Scotty wearing a Navy uniform his brother sent him while he was serving). Scotty Moore had four siblings, three boys and a girl. In ascending order of age, they were Carney, Mildred Lee, Edwin and Ralph. His sister, Mildred, sadly passed away when she was only fourteen years old and Scotty wasn't even born yet. It was a hard time for the Moore family, but that sad event in their story was the reason why Scotty existed. Scotty's father, Winfield Scott Moore, found relief for his grief in music, playing fiddle and the banjo, instruments he taught himself how to play. Later he would teach his children how to play guitar. His mother, on the other hand, never got over losing her only girl. Scotty's brothers were born respectively in 1911, 1913, 1915 and 1917. Mildred, born in 1913, died in 1928. A couple of years later, Mattie Moore, Scotty's mother was already thirty-eight years old while her husband and Scotty's father was forty. Regardless of their age, she was so inconsolable over losing her only girl child, they decided to have another baby, hoping for another girl. That's when Scotty was born, in 1931. Scotty laughed when sharing this story. His parents never treated him as if he was a mistake, always showed him the same love they had for all the other children. However, being born with a huge gap regarding the other children in the family (Scotty's brothers were already 20, 16 and 14 when he was born), was not that easy. He felt left out simply because his siblings were in different moments in life than he was. Growing up as the only children in their household possibly contributed a lot to Scotty's relatively reserved, cautious, sober but highly creative personality.

The Moore family — L-R: Edwin, Scott (father), Carney, Ralph, Mattie (mother) and Scotty.

Given the circumstances surrounding his family, as the Great Depression hit hard, Scotty and his brothers grew up watching his father playing music in square dances and parties to help supplement the family's income. Eventually all the boys were involved with music, joining their father in a family band and playing together to help making ends meet. Like them, Scotty grew to love music but found in his guitar more than a way to unwind or to make a few bucks, he actually got serious over playing music and eventually went to dedicating most of his free time to improve his guitar skills.

"Scotty wanted to go fast. He wanted to play music you could dance to. It was as if there was some yet undefined, an inner rhythm simmering inside him, something wild and raw trying to break out into the light of day."

Excerpt "That's Alright, Elvis: The Untold Story of Elvis' First Guitarist and Manager, Scotty Moore" by Scotty Moore as told to James L. Dickerson.

Growing up, Scotty did not find his vocation in school. In his words, he "didn't dig" the school, being an average student. He dropped school for one year after completing the ninth grade, dedicating his time working in the family's farm, but not enjoying the work decided to go back to finish his high school education. In January 1948 Scotty followed his older siblings' steps and decided to enlist in the U.S. Navy. He was only sixteen at the time — the minimum age to join the Navy was eighteen or seventeen, with parent's permission. Therefore, Scotty had to lie about his age. He was lucky his father was supportive. According to Scotty, that was the only time his father lied, to help him. At the age of sixteen, Scotty Moore was a Navy man, still he never left his guitar aside. During his time in the Navy, Scotty formed different bands. One of them even had a fifteen-minute radio show on radio station KPRO in Bremington, Washington, and also played at clubs and parties off-base.

"When he played song the way they were written, they somehow came out different - faster, more energetic. On the outside, Scotty was cool and collected, and shy country boy. On the inside, he was bubbling with emotion. Music was his release. No one had ever heard music the way Scotty heard it; no one had ever felt it the same way."

Excerpt "That's Alright, Elvis: The Untold Story of Elvis' First Guitarist and Manager, Scotty Moore" by Scotty Moore as told to James L. Dickerson.

PICTURE: (1) The USS LST-855, the first ship on which Scotty served in China, and its officers. (2) Later, Scotty served in Japan and Korea on board of the aircraft carrier USS Valley Forge. Picture shows Scotty (left) with musician friends on board of the USS Valley Forge.

Scotty had to become a man fast, the Navy training and his time serving were enough to achieve that. Still, when he returned home to Tennessee after being discharged from the Navy on December 4, 1952, with a China and a Korean service medals in his collections, he was still headset to make music his life and main source of income. By 1954, while he worked at common jobs to make a living, after all at the tender age of 23 he was already a former Navy man, married (then to Bobbie Walls, his second wife) and had two children from his first marriage (to Mary Durkee) he needed to support — Linda Moore, born in December 16, 1950 and Donald Moore, born also on December 16, but in 1952 — Scotty had been trying to gather musicians to play in his free time around Memphis and its neighborhood. Those musicians groups had many different formations, none in particular and no official band for a while. it was upsetting since Scotty took playing music seriously. He looked for musicians as passionate and dedicated to music as himself to form a band and, eventually, he would find those musicians who would encourage him to pursue his dream even further.

Scotty's first real band, a band he formed (under contract and all, quite unusual at that time for small bands) and to which he was the manager to, was the Starlite Wranglers — Lead vocals by Doug Poindexter, Bill Black on bass, Millard Yow on steel guitar, Clyde Rush on guitar and Thomas Sealy on fiddle. Just like Elvis but prior to him, Scotty did cut a record with his band at Sam Phillips' Memphis Recording Service facilities (Sun Records) in Memphis, Tennessee, in May 1954. That's how he got acquainted with Sam. The songs they recorded were "My Kind Of Carryin' On" (A-Side) and "Now She Cares No More For Me" (B-Side).

However, the Starlite Wranglers did not succeed as Scotty hoped for. Still, he continue to perform live in small gigs with his band, concerts he would book himself. At that moment, it was enough satisfying that he had a band with a real record out but he wanted better, he needed more. Scotty continued to visit Sam Phillips at Sun Records, hoping the man could get him a better chance to succeed in the business next time around. One summer day in 1954, Scotty was asked by Sam Phillips to audition Elvis Presley for him, to find out if Elvis was worth his time, money and records producing skills, following the suggestion of Sun Record's secretary Marion Keisker, who had been chatting with Elvis back and forth since he got into the studio in July 1953 looking to cut a private record as a gift to his mom, as he said. Marion was enchanted by the young's man politeness and lovable personality but also with his persistence in making music his real job. Scotty, on the other hand, knew nothing about Elvis, had never seen him until that point. He decided to invite Bill Black to help him out with the audition at Scotty's home (983 Belz street, North Memphis), a house that shared the same neighborhood as Bill Black and his wife's home. It happened on a Sunday afternoon: July 4, 1954. That same day, after the audition, Scotty gave his approval to Sam Phillips and they all got together at Sun Records. That's when "That's All Right, Mama" a 1946 blues song originally recorded by Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup was covered... but at Elvis, Scotty and Bill's brand new style.

PICTURES: 1. Scotty Moore's home in 1954, at 983 Belz street in Memphis, TN. The street was renamed and now (as far as I know) it's the Eldridge street, North Memphis. 2. Bill Black's home at the same neighborhood (967 Belz street). Moore and Black were neighbors in mid-1954 after the Blacks (Bill and his wife Evelyn) told Scotty and his then wife, Bobbie, about a home available for rent there. They first auditioned Elvis in Scotty's home on July 4, 1954, according to Scotty "Elvis arrived shortly after noon." ••• Credits (pictures): Mike Freeman on Flickr, pictures taken on February 21, 2011. Additional info: Youtuber Billy from "Spa Guy" channel visited the address. Here's a video uploaded in 2017 that shows the sites: "Elvis Presley Audition Scotty & Bill."

Scotty had a long story with music of his own prior to Elvis coming into his life. He knew much more about the music industry than Elvis at that point when they met (mid-1954) and so did Bill Black, both already used to entertaining small audiences in honky tonks, which proved to be just what Elvis needed, jovial musicians with a passion for music as strong as his own, but people that could school him on the business.

The trio was a perfect match. Elvis' voice and the attention he got, the curious gazes from both youngsters and adults, interested not only in his voice but also in his flashy looks and unusual movements onstage, combined with Scotty's management skills and Bill's boldness to experiment with sounds and the great enthusiasm and energy he brought onstage, encouraging the rather shy young Elvis to let loose and show everyone his true self, was like the stars were finally aligned when those three met. When Elvis already had a deal with Sun Records and was finally a music artist as he dreamed of becoming, a member of the trio gathered by Sam Phillips to which Scotty Moore naturally took over the management responsibilities (in contract signed on July 12th, 1954 just a few days after Elvis' first audition with Bill and Scotty), due to his previous experience as a band manager. Initially, Scotty Moore was the only person actually booking gigs for them. The easiest way for Scotty to introduce his new band to the public was by incorporating the trio as "special guests" to the Starlite Wranglers shows. One of the sites they played at was the Bon Air Club, a bar at the outer rim of the city (Memphis) limits. That was before Elvis and The Moon Boys could even have a name, as it would be for a little while...

The group's name soon after would come. Taken from the B-side of "That's All Right, Mama", "Blue Moon of Kentucky," a Bill Monroe hit from 1946 that was recorded at Sun Records by Elvis and the boys just a couple of days afterwards, on July 6, 1954.

"With 'That's All Right, Mama,' Elvis took a blues song and sang it white. With 'Blue Moon of Kentucky' he did the opposite: he took a country song and gave it a bluesy spin."

Excerpt "That's Alright, Elvis: The Untold Story of Elvis' First Guitarist and Manager, Scotty Moore" by Scotty Moore as told to James L. Dickerson.

Already on the road, a little while afterwards the three added a drums player to the group, D.J. Fontana. They'd met and become friends during the Louisiana Hayride gigs, where D.J. was an in-house drummer on its Saturday night radio broadcast. Hidden behind the curtains onstage for a Louisiana Hayride performance of Elvis and the Blue Moon Boys, on October 16 1954 at the Municipal Auditorium in Shreveport, LA, D.J. had his first taste of what it was like to play with the boys. D.J. said about playing with them: "I figured the best thing for these guys was to stay out of the way, why would I clutter it up with cymbals? I'll just play the back beat and stay out of their way. They already had the good sound."

Scotty's management on Elvis' career didn't last long, tho. As a local musician with no connections in the business that could give the band a national break, Elvis' management contract was given to the deejay Bob Neal, a friend of Sam Phillips, and, not long afterwards, to Colonel Parker, who would take over Elvis' destiny from then on. Scotty shares in his book that the moment he talked to Parker he could feel Elvis and the Blue Moon Boys as they were was not far from becoming history. He wasn't wrong. but that's another story. The boys still had time to be featured in some of Elvis' most remarkable films released in the 50s, as "Jailhouse Rock" (1957), and definitely left an everlasting mark in music and a legacy that'll never be forgotten.

It was crazy being a musician for Elvis Presley, sure, but those three guys rocked and, IMHO, the Blue Moon Boys are the responsible ones for Elvis getting to be so demanding on hiring his musicians when he went back to performing live, in 1969, after the end of his Hollywood acting career and a hiatus from live performances that lasted seven years. At the beginnings, Scotty said there was a point [at the peak of the Elvis Mania in the 50s] where they couldn't hear any music during the concerts, so they had no option but to guide themselves by Elvis' moves onstage to get an idea of what part of the songs they were supposed to be playing. D.J. Fontana said he could hear the music but couldn't see the other musicians when he started playing with the boys. Elvis couldn't hear himself in most of the shows in the 50s, specially when things got bigger and wilder from 1956 on. Elvis was a perfectionist and he expected his musicians to follow his lead onstage. He would gesture to them whenever he wanted a change in the pace or sound... when to begin playing, when to pause, when to lower the music, when to come to an end. Elvis liked how intuitive, quick and responsive to him Scotty, Bill and D.J. were onstage, and that established his standard for what good live musicians were made of. Other than a perfectionist, Elvis was quite methodical character in work. He wasn't one to get easily convinced into changing his way of doing things if he liked the way they worked before. That's another great insight Scotty's book gives us. As the band was originally composed by three members, they didn't have a lot of instruments to fill the sound in records, so Sam Phillips decided to put Elvis' vocals at the same level as the instruments as he produced their records. Elvis liked how that sounded, so much so that he just hated when people (and I mean Colonel Parker) wanted to bring his vocals front and put the instruments more or less in the background, which happened in some of his later records. Colonel Parker reasoned with that saying Elvis' fans wanted to hear Elvis' voice, nothing more and Elvis didn't agree in the slightest. Other example of Elvis being resistant to changes in the music business was in 1969 at the American Sound studio, when the way of producing records was very different than in the 50s, being more common to tape the parts of the songs separately (backing vocals, instruments and leading vocals) because that gave a better opportunity to explore with the sounds to the music producers, allowing them to reach different sounds than recording songs with all of the musicians playing and singing together in the same room as in a live concert could give. Elvis had a little bit of a hard time accepting it. He loved how the 50s music was made. That, my friends, is how the Blue Moon Boys era and his experience recording at Sun Records was dear to the King's heart.

Well, not so full of dates and details but that's it. Just a summarized story of the beginnings of Rock and Roll music in the 50s. In Scotty's book it's all way more interesting, I guarantee you. The point is... those guys were a force of nature together. They were different, fresh, exciting... as a team. It was not only about the lead singer for a while. Scotty was quite shy and modest, yet very mature and serious over playing music, while Bill Black was fun and energetic onstage, giving Elvis the encouragement to act more wild and bold onstage too, little by little but quickly becoming as untamed as he could be, inspiring fear and frenzy into the "square" 50s society. EP learned a lot about how to be an exciting entertainer at that time.

Scotty, Bill and DJ... I will always appreciate your efforts and dedication to music. You were extremely important, taught and guided Elvis while he was finding his way in the industry. Your place in history is permanent, and so is our gratitude. Don't be fooled, my friends, we still feel the direct impact Elvis and the Blue Moon Boys caused in the entertainment industry. They rocked our world.

I specially will always appreciate Scotty Moore being stubborn on his passion with music. In a world where so many people are wannabes, so many try to make it and give up when things get rough and life happens, Scotty's vision and creativity helped change the course of music forever. It wasn't easy. Scotty, just like Elvis in a future time, lost his (first) wife - among other reasons - because of his music inclination. Scotty and Bill were a reflection of what Elvis was, if we take a closer look at their private lives. As I said before, they matched. It was meant to be.

Happy heavenly belated birthday, Scotty. I hope I did justice sharing a little bit of your story. I am an admirer of your work. Even not knowing the least about music technicalities, I know enough to be certain your guitar playing talent inspired many great musicians that would come after you. Your story is unique and so special. I feel blessed knowing a little bit of who you were and how you felt. God bless your soul, dear Scotty. ♥

[moonselune]

Hi!! I'm absolutely obsessed with how well you write everyone ESPECIALLY Wyll!!! We need more Wyll-loving in this fandom

Can you write Wyll with a patient, composed level headed, kind and fair gn Tav? I love my kind calm and collected characters who smile a lot but laugh rarely who laugh SO MUCH with their SO :] and Wyll deserves a grounding presence who loves dancing with him <33

Thank you!!! Have the most wonderful of days!

Aww thank you nonnie, I hope you have the most wonderful of days!

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Wyll x gn!reader | Laugh that lights my world

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Wyll stood at the edge of the training field, watching as you gracefully performed your daily exercises. The sun cast a golden hue over everything, making your calm demeanor even more radiant. You were known among your companions for your patience and composure, always the one to mediate disputes with a kind word and a gentle smile -regardless of how annoyed your other campmates. While you smiled often, laughter was a rare sound, a precious gem that not many were privy to. But with Wyll, it was different.

You noticed Wyll approaching and your lips curved into a warm smile. "Good morning, my love," you greeted, your voice as serene as a still pond.

"Good morning, my love," he replied, his eyes twinkling with affection. "I couldn't help but watch you. Your movements are as captivating as ever."

You chuckled softly, a sound that made Wyll's heart swell. "Always the charmer," you teased lightly. "What brings you here?"

Wyll took your hand, his touch tender and filled with love. "I wanted to spend some time with you before the day gets too busy. How about a walk?"

You nodded, feeling the calmness of his presence wash over you. The two of you began walking through the camp, enjoying the quiet moments together. Then Wyll looked at you, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of affection and mischief.

"You know, my dear, it's been a while since we danced," he said, his voice a playful challenge.You raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Is that so? And whose fault is that?" you teased gently. It was true, it had been a while since the two of you had danced, but Wyll kept getting caught up in what seemed like a million side quests when you entered Baldur's gate.

He chuckled and extended his hand towards you. "Let's fix that, shall we?"

Taking his hand, you stood up, your movements graceful and fluid. Wyll pulled you close, his other hand resting lightly on your waist. As he began to hum a soft tune, you couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through your chest. Dancing with Wyll always felt like the world faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble.

You moved together in perfect harmony, your steps light and effortless. Wyll's strong yet gentle guidance made it easy for you to follow his lead. As the music in his mind grew more lively, he spun you around, and you couldn't help but laugh—a bright, genuine sound that seemed to light up the sky. Wyll's heart swelled with joy at the sound of your laughter. It was a rare but cherished gift, one that he always sought to elicit.

"There it is," he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "That beautiful laugh of yours."

You blushed slightly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "You always manage to bring it out of me," you admitted, your voice tender.

"That's because your happiness means everything to me," Wyll replied, his tone earnest and filled with love.

As the dance continued, you felt lighter than you had in days. Wyll's presence was a balm to your soul, his warmth and affection wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. He twirled you once more, and you laughed again, the sound like music to his ears. When the dance finally came to an end, Wyll pulled you into a tight embrace, his forehead resting against yours.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice a tender caress.

"I love you too, Wyll," you replied, your eyes shining with emotion.

You stood there for a moment, simply enjoying the closeness. Wyll's arms around you felt like home, a place where you could truly be yourself without any reservations. You smiled often, but with Wyll, you laughed freely, letting go of all your worries and fears.

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Wyll honestly needs more love bless him, hope you enjoyed it - Seluney xox

[natasha-in-space]

Birthday gift for myself that turned into Valentines gift that then turned into just a gift for no particular special occasion... Who's the slowest creator around? Confident Ray is very dear to me, so have a self-indulgent one-shot to go along with it :3

"-Here. I... wasn’t sure what you’d want to drink. My Savior said that champagne is never a bad choice in a gathering like this. It's not my taste, but... I'm sure she knows better when it comes to these things."

Ray wanted nothing more than to make a good impression on her, so when he finally plucked up the bravery to approach her, he felt a little embarrassed. He wanted make her eyes light up once they landed on him. However, a big part of him understood that was probably a fool's errand; he was far too busy making sure everyone in Magenta was safe and getting ready for tonight's party to even have time to get dressed up. It was hard to not feel disappointed in himself, a familiar sting of self-loathing settling deep within his chest, in that cozy corner of his heart reserved just for this ugly feeling alone. He hoped he could at least improve in the future. For her. But he ought to at least check that she was having fun.

They don't get to enjoy a lavish party like this one very often. Those held by the RFA did not stand a chance to this. His Savior knew how to provide genuine happiness to everyone in attendance. It was a night of magical bliss and paradise.

Ray examined her from head to toe for a moment, admiring her dress. He's seen it on the rack before, of course - he wouldn't gift her something he did not personally approve of - but it was hard to not take a closer look regardless. The flowing black dress, high collar, and puffy, see-through sleeves accentuated her shape superbly and gave her a distinct charm that was uniquely hers. Those star-shaped sequences sprinkled over the soft fabric of her sleeves sparkled under the chandeliers just like real stars in the night sky would. In his eyes, anyway. A fitted, black corset was just the perfect cherry on top to fully take his breath away.

Her appearance was as stunning as the bright summer night sky. While he certainly had a preference for all things pink and bright when it came to her, seeing her in something that she herself was happy to wear was more fulfilling than any puffy princess dress. The tight, flattering corset that perfectly fitted her shape gradually captured all Ray's attention, despite his efforts to appear composed. It was hard not to stare. In fact, he was pretty sure he failed on that already, mentally cursing himself for looking like a bumbling fool.

In any case, he had to force himself to return to the present moment when he saw her eyes narrow a little behind her glasses as she turned to face him and apparently took him in. He tried to not shift under her gaze too much, acutely aware of his own lack of proper fitting attire. To his relief, however, she simply nodded slightly, smiling, and taking the champagne from him.

"Ah, thank you! You didn't have to bring me a drink, but I do appreciate it."

He silently hoped she would enjoy the refreshing, bubbly drink as he watched her take a sip. It's not as if he could test this one for her before handing it over. It was one of those few things he just couldn't bring himself to do. But his discomfort was not nearly as important as her own enjoyment tonight.

He quietly coughed into his fist, trying to divert his eyes from her lips as they closed around the rim of the glass, and instead decided to take a sip of his own drink. It was just cool watermelon juice. Every time, his Savior was kind enough to provide him non-alcoholic drinks. She didn't have to do that. Not drinking anything at all would be alright with him. But it was a kindness he wanted to appreciate nonetheless.

"Of course... I want to make you feel welcome." After giving her another glance, he made the decision to give her the credit she deserves. "You look absolutely breathtaking in that dress, by the way."

She seemed almost bashful as she smiled a little at the comment, her hand fiddling with a lock of her hair and her eyes briefly darting to the floor. He knew she was not used to someone complimenting her appearance of all things. She was always commended for her intelligence rather than her beauty. He wanted to be an exception to that. Give her everything she wasn't given before.

"...Thanks. You're not so bad yourself."

He was left cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy, even if he did detect the mischievous overtones in her comment. "Oh... I'm afraid I didn't have time to pick up a fitting outfit for tonight."

Her smile grew into a full grin: "Yeah, so? I still think you look beautiful."

Ray couldn't help but smile back, feeling, for the first time in a long while, pretty proud of himself. It was funny, how much of an effect just a couple of kind words from her could do.

"Thank you." Since he has never received many compliments in his life, the truth is that he was never particularly good at accepting them either. Knowing that a wonderful person like her thought he was beautiful was more than gratifying for his ego. He felt more relaxed thanks to her. He looked around the spacious room, taking in the decor: crystal chandeliers, velvet couches, marble flooring. Everything was a reflection of the lavish celebration taking place around them. He sighed, lowering his voice so that their exchange remained somewhat private to just them two: "Truth be told... I never was a fan of events like these. It's... far too bright and crowded. And I'm expected to be on my best behavior. I know my Savior would be greatly disappointed in me, should she catch ear of this... I wish I could be better for her."

"I suppose I can get that," she murmured, leaning against the wall. With a quiet giggle, she placed her champagne glass on the nearest table and snatched up his own glass instead, taking a sip. She seemed to enjoy it, humming in satisfaction before continuing: "There's some unspoken pressure to be... a certain way, I guess? Although I never really attended gatherings like this before. Which... might be obvious."

It was, indeed, pretty clear to Ray that she was not accustomed to this type of situation. She looked disoriented and out of place, as if she didn't truly belong here. He was all too familiar with that feeling. Resting against the wall next to her, he crossed his arms, watching her enjoy his juice with a small smile. She threw away the expensive champagne for his simple drink instead, which somehow moved him. Almost like a wordless 'I like you better' assurance exchanged between them.

"It... might be a little obvious. You do look a little tense." Smiling, he put a kind hand on her shoulder. "Don’t worry. No one will bite you here. I'll make sure of it."

She shook her head and laughed at that. The sound of her beautiful laugh made Ray's smile only grow. If only briefly, he was happy to have diverted her attention from the oppressive atmosphere. Teasing and joking around was not something he was all that confident in. It felt natural with her, though.

"I hope not."

"-Trust me, everyone is just trying to honor our Savior tonight. You don't have to worry about anyone putting any pressure on you." He retrieved his juice from her with ease, taking a sip himself, and then gesturing with the flute to her. "And, to me... you’re the most interesting thing here so far."

At that, she raised her brows a little, blinking up at him. He supposed his compliment did come out of a blue. Of course, he wouldn't take it back.

"Not to sound like a skeptic, but there's very little interesting about me from where I'm standing. I think I barely left this corner the entire night."

Ray gave her a sidelong glance with a tiny inclination of his head. It did seem like she was a bit of a wallflower at this party. Standing here all alone, avoiding the crowds…? He frowned slightly.

"Well, let’s change that." He gave her a gentle shoulder bump. "You trust me, right?"

After maintaining silent eye contact with him for about a minute, she nodded. "Of course."

Ray gently pulled her along by reaching down and taking her hand, his gloved fingers closing around hers with a light but steadying grip.

"I'm glad to hear that. Let’s go dance."

On any other occasion, he may have been fine with just sitting and looking pretty all night, if only his Savior was happy with his presence being seen by other believers. But tonight, he had energy and charm. Why not show it off for her? It sounded like a brilliant way to impress her. And he did want her to be impressed with him. Plus, he was not about to let her wallow here all alone.

Her legs stumbled forward clumsily, her eyes widening in surprise as she was pulled along. She stared at him, a silent question in her green eyes. That was certainly not what she was expecting.

"W-Wait, huh? I don't-"

In the moment, Ray couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for her.

Through her eyes alone, he could nearly hear the words that hung on the tip of her tongue. That wide-eyed: 'I have no idea how to do this!' look. Of course, he could understand that. It was one thing for her to dance all alone in her own room, and it was completely another to do it in a whole crowd of people. Not to mention a waltz. Knowing her, she was probably thinking of all the ways she could make a fool of herself, realistic and utterly ridiculous alike. Given that she was wearing heels, he did attempt to be extra cared with her. It took her a whole day of training to just walk on them properly without wobbling!

However, he found her awkward attempts to move down the corridor in her new heels to be a cute sight in and of itself.

"Hey, easy. I've got you. Walk with me, don’t just follow." With a quiet laugh, he placed one hand on her hip. He held her, guiding her as he took the lead. He was nearly breathless from how delightfully easy it seemed. Being in control felt right, natural. And he was rarely in control like this before. His hand squeezed her waist lightly: "Just trust me."

He knew, of course, that this was her first time participating in a true slow dance with someone, and that she might not have danced quite like this previously. But he was more than experienced in this. After all, he needed to serve as an example in those rare instances of his Savior deciding to lead a dance with him. Although, he was never the one leading the dance before.

It felt... quite nice, actually. To be the one fully in control for once.

She opened her mouth to refute, but then closed it, deciding to humor him in spite of everything. Instead, she let out a small exasperated sigh through her nose, but she didn't go further than that. With all the other couples swirling about them, she obviously felt very uncomfortable and out of place, so it was difficult for her to follow his advise.

Her usual spot was supposed to be in a quiet, cozy corner, not in the middle of a fancy dance floor.

"Since when you knew how to waltz?" She muttered, a note of exasperation in her voice. Although it wasn't at all directed at him.

A little delighted by her attempt to follow along, Ray shook his head and giggled once more. She was so cute.

"It’s not that difficult, I'm sure you'll be way better than me once you get the hang of it." Naturally, he was taking it easy on her because he knew she had no prior experience with this. He held her body a bit closer to his to guide her better and to make sure she didn't trip over his feet. Even though he wouldn't have a problem with her accidentally stepping on his foot. Since he was taller than her, she was now dancing with her chin level with his shoulder, and he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter at that small observation. He brushed a thumb over the palm of her hand. "Just try to relax. You’re so stiff."

"-Because I don't do this," she huffed out, her movements slightly stilted and jerky. The shiny marble floor tiles seemed to be the most intriguing thing to her at the moment. She was able to partially ignore everyone else in the room by staring at them, at least. "...I look stupid."

Ray let out a sigh that was both loving and worried. She seemed like she was really not having a good time.

"No you don’t, you look wonderful." When he looked at her, he saw just how anxious she really was. And he knew it wouldn't help to just say 'calm down' without taking any proper action to help her settle. He was all too familiar with that. So, he made the decision to be more bold than usual. After bringing both of her hands up to rest on his shoulders, he moved his own hands to her waist and drew her closer. Despite his efforts to keep her close primarily for her comfort, he was finding this new intimacy to be somewhat alluring. The way her figure was now pressed flush against his like this was… not unwelcome, to say the least. In an attempt to get her attention, he leaned slightly closer and spoke to her in a soft murmur that only she could hear: "Relax. Just look at me. Not at your feet, or at anybody else. No, at me. Okay?"

Her breath caught a little as she blinked at his closer proximity, and he was instantly acutely aware of her flowery perfume flooding his nose. She did always prefer subtle perfumes, ones that were borderline unnoticeable unless you get close. He liked that. Her scent never being overwhelming, only sweet and tempting. Just like she was. He stared, almost hesitantly, as she lifted her eyes to finally meet his.

"What is this?"

Ray's eyes sparkled with affection. Her body's closeness against his and the feel of her waist in his hands was something he was definitely enjoying more than he was showing. Rather shyly, he smiled down at her: "A dance…?"

He heard a tiny snort escape her as the edges of her mouth lifted into a smile. Success.

"No, I mean- I get that this is a dance, but..." Her hands lightly brushed his shoulders and he shivered at the subtle sensation, finding himself wishing he wasn't wearing quite as many layers, if only to feel the warmth of her touch more closely. She was not watching the believers now. "You're... pretty close."

He started guiding her again, easing her into the next song's pace.

"What I’m trying to do is get you out of your own head. Even if only for a moment," he gave a small shake of his head and continued to move her in time with the music. All the while, he kept his eyes trained solely on her, noticing all the little things like the way her cheeks flushed slightly under his unyielding attention, the way her chest rose and fell with every breath she took, the way her lashes fluttered gently behind her glasses. He could tell he was having an effect on her, and, of course, she was also having an even greater effect on him. She always did. "You’re thinking too much. You’re overanalyzing."

There was a sense of lighthearted flirtation in his smooth, mellow voice.

She gave a tiny pout and a sigh at that. Though it wasn't necessarily directed at him. He was right, after all. That was the point.

"Yeah, you just described me all the time," she deadpanned, glancing around anxiously for a moment. "I don't do this whole... going with the flow thing. And I wasn't planning on dancing tonight. I would've practiced beforehand if I did."

That made Ray chuckle a little. The idea of her practicing for this was just too adorable. Even if every word she spoke was a reflection of himself. He knew she was a very reserved person, often seen with her nose in a book or a computer screen. And she was definitely not a 'let loose' kind of person. It's why he felt drawn to her in the first place. She understood him. And he understood her. There was no need to be someone he was not when she was near. Because he knew she'll understand him without asking.

All he wanted was to express that feeling to her.

"You don't need to practise, you just need to stop being so stiff."

She gave him a look. "That's easier said than done, though."

Given that she was an intellectual person, he hesitated for a few seconds before attempting a different strategy. He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"You know, the brain consumes about 20% of your body’s energy at any given time." Still speaking, he lowered his face closer to her as he led her around the dance floor: "Not to mention, studies say people who are more relaxed are able to retain their memories and facts significantly better than when they’re all stiff and anxious. Just… let go a little. Be a little reckless. Just for tonight."

She raised her brows, looking a little taken aback by his answer. Before he could say anything else, she bursted out laughing, shaking her head.

Ray smiled, his eyes bright. Her laugh was beautiful, and he wanted nothing more than to to hear it again, and again.

"Are you trying to trick me into dancing with you or something?"

Granted, it worked. Even if it was for a different reason.

"Maybe… But I really just want to see that pretty smile again." He placed his hand back on her hip and ran his thumb across her waist, making it feel delicate and personal. He knew that seeing her be so relaxed and happy was having a great effect on him. It felt like floating on clouds. Although she was usually serious and he found it charming all the same, her laughter was absolutely intoxicating. More than anybody else, he wanted to be the one to make her let out that sound for him, over and over again. As they danced, the song slowed down to a more romantic melody. He had the ideal justification to hold her close to him for a little while longer thanks to this slow dance. He leaned against her, keeping his arm around her waist, and whispered in her ear: "You’re having fun now, aren’t you?"

His eyes were full of pure appreciation, his voice both amused and comforting. He loved seeing her this way - relaxed, smiling, carefree. He couldn't help but flirt with her just a little bit more.

She made an effort to deny it, but all she managed to do was shake her head and sulk. Despite the fact that there was still a small smile blooming on her lips.

"Alright, alright, maybe I am," she admitted, glancing down at her heels. "...In a way."

Ray gave her waist a little squeeze of appreciation, humming in delight. Still, he acknowledged that she was not yet fully relaxed. He could still see her nervousness and incessant glances at the other believers around them. So he decided to be even more bold with her, given how luck has been on his side so far. His nose softly brushed hers as he drew closer.

"Just focus on me. Don’t look at anyone but me." He was aware of her tendency to avoid attachment, to keep things as impersonal as possible, but for these brief seconds of enchanted joy, he wanted her to concentrate on him and him alone. So he pulled both of them to the side of the dance floor, finding a quiet corner, and whispering to her: "There."

As they both vanished into the shadows, away from the other dancers, he leaned over and gave her a gentle peck on the cheek. He understood that it was likely something she's never had before, either. It pleased him to be the one who introduced her to these new experiences.

She stared up at him quietly, her mouth falling open in surprise. Obviously, she didn't anticipate that one. She was so taken aback by it, in fact, that she just gawked back at him, utterly confused, her thoughts going blank for a minute. He supposed that was one way of clearing her head.

"What was that for?"

Finally catching her off guard, he smiled broadly, his eyes practically glistening with delight. He held her closer to him, the two of them now tucked away in a quiet corner of the party space, a little hideaway meant only for them and no one else.

"That?" He gently pressed another little kiss on her forehead. "For being the most beautiful person at this party…"

Next, he planted a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Smartest…"

And lastly, the corner of her mouth, with the smallest of pressure, feeling how soft her lips were. His breath tickled her as he whispered against her mouth: "And because I simply can’t resist you."

His heart was pounding so loudly now that he could feel it fluttering with every kiss, reverberating in his temples. Much to his relief, she didn't seem opposed to his sudden outpouring of affection for her. He wanted to kiss her even more because of her flushed cheeks. She certainly forgot all about the anxiety of being around many attractive people. He undoubtedly succeeded if his intention was to divert her attention from other people and direct it toward him instead.

That was just how he felt, even though he knew it was bold of him - bolder than anything he had ever done. He's been drawn to her ever since he met her, but he was always far too anxious and reserved to ever make a move on her properly before. But right now, he felt like he wouldn't be able to contain himself if he kept seeing her smile directed at him. It was totally irresistible.

"...You know, you are making it hard not to kiss you senseless right now," she muttered, almost like a grumble as she looked down, tapping her foot in an anxious rhythm. But now the tense energy around her was of a new kind. She may have done exactly that if they hadn't been in the ballroom. However, as it is, that was a little too bold to be put into practice.

Ray held her tight as he laughed softly at that. The feel of her body in his arms was so good and warm. Even through the layers of clothing between them, he could swear he felt the warmth of her skin and the quickening pitter-patter of her heartbeat. He gently grasped her hand, while keeping the other one resting on her waist, lifting it towards his face. He turned his head and kissed her palm tenderly, his eyes only focused on her alone.

"Kiss me senseless, hmm?" He murmured. The idea of that was something he definitely liked. No, craved. "I can take you somewhere more private…"

He was aware that what he was proposing was dangerous, but at the moment, he didn't care all that much. He was only interested in spending the rest of the night with her as long as he could. He wanted her more than anything else.

"Then you can do whatever you want to me."

Never before has he been so daring as to follow his wants and desires rather than what was expected of him.

She was so surprised by his idea that her eyes went wide as saucers once more. His offer did sound scandalous. In any case, his breath caught when he saw that initial look of surroundings fade into something more sharp and charged. She opened her mouth a few times, only to close it again, at a loss for words. At last, she gave up and simply shook her head, laughing incredulously. She was cute when she got all speechless like this.

"I... It is tempting," she admitted, not wanting to make him feel unwanted. "-But I don't want to get you in trouble. Would be bad if someone noticed us being absent."

After a brief moment of hesitation and shifting on her feet, she leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. It was a wordless promise of 'another time' instead of 'no'.

Ray nearly passed out right on the spot. He felt her kiss like a physical tingle that reverberated throughout his body, like a bolt of electricity. Only this one did not brought any pain with it. The opposite. God, he wanted to keep this moment in his memory forever.

"-You wanted to dance, right? Let's do that. I think I'm fine with giving it another go."

She tugged at his hand a little, smiling shyly at him.

He was nearly dizzy from her kiss, but he remained calm. Or, tried to. And failed miserably. He nodded his head, smiling broadly.

"Yes. Let’s." He held her tight as he guided her back to the dance floor. And he continued to hold her tight as they resumed their dancing. He found himself simply enjoying the moment, feeling her heart beat quickly against his own, as they stayed back in the shadows so the other dancers couldn't see them much. He sighed, the sound coming out almost longingly: "You know, I think I’ve actually been craving your company all night."

He desired to hold her in his arms. On his lap as he worked. Everywhere. But he was still trying to keep the fragile mask of propriety on, so that they wouldn't draw more attention than he was comfortable with.

"Well, you have me. All night," she said simply, that smile of hers he adored so much ever-present. "And all the nights after tonight."

When she was blessing him with such lovely promises, it was difficult to resist embracing her right then and there like a lovestruck fool. He settled for nuzzling her temple for now.

"Then you'll make me the happiest person our paradise has ever seen."

And he did not any elixir or his Savior's teachings for that. This was true paradise. One that he could not afford to let go of.

Tagging @she-is-home per your request! <3

[narrators-journal]

Love, F

Ngl, I’m a bit surprised I got this done a bit before Valentines day. I didn’t exactly rush it though, (tho I’ll admit it’s not the best of my work rip) but I will admit I sort of struggled with how to do this in a new sort of way. I’ve done valentines-inspired writing before, so I didn’t want to retread that stuff TOO much. I don’t think I entirely succeeded, though. But! I hope you enjoy it regardless! I leaned away from it being a S/O and more just an x reader, so count this as either a prequel bit, or maybe an au.

Was it possible to be considered a ‘local assassin’ or something similar the same way a baker is? Because, if so that’s what you were. Well known enough around the town you lived in to be too feared for people to ask you out anymore, but outside of that small radius, you were just another random civilian to be hit on without shame. So, when you approached your home one crisp autumn night with arms full of groceries and found a newspaper-bundled collection of flowers placed on a small box and left on your stoop, it was a bit of a surprise. An untrustworthy one, at that. So much so, that you carefully stepped over the flowers and got inside to put your groceries on the kitchen counter. Your eyes scanned over the dark autumn-chilled street for any sign of a culprit as you returned to the door to crouch down and examine the flowers and candies more closely.

And, as you crouched in your doorway, an arm’s length away from the gifts, you could see that the bouquet didn’t seem to be store bought. You could tell from the articles that you could see in the yellow glow of your porch light that the newspaper was from yesterday, that it was tied together by a ratty shoe lace rather than twine or ribbon, and you recognized some of the flowers in the bouquet as from your neighbor’s gardens or some fields that had taken over the less used outskirts of town. Then, your attention turned to the box beneath the flowers, which you easily identified as a heart-shaped, candy-colored box of Valentine sweets from a store.

This might be a bomb. The rational side of yourself that wasn’t swept up in the dark flattery and excitement of a secret admirer warned, Or maybe it has a human heart inside, or some creepy note. Hell, whoever left it could be in my house.It continued before you brushed it aside to feed your amoral enjoyment of the attention as you picked up the gifts and finally closed your front door. The box of candies opened as soon as you’d found a cup to put the bouquet in, and it wasn’t a bomb that you found inside.

Instead, it was a small note that sat on top of the ‘menu’ of offered candies that read,

bitch

love

Dear pretty person,

I am aware of how creepy this is, but I hope that you will accept these chocolates and flowers. I hope that by next year, I will be able to deliver them next year. As well as hopefully a less rushed Valentines gift.

Your admirer, F

That was it, a simple, slightly awkward note. Admittedly, it partially reminded you of a note you had received in highschool. Even down to the awkwardness, scratched out parts, and initial for a sign off.

So, the note made you hum quietly to yourself before you put it aside to briefly examine the little menu for the chocolates. These are probably poisoned. And aren’t any I like. You mused, the candies soon forgotten in favor of another glance over the note and more thoughts. If it’s not, then there’s a high chance this is some deranged psycho. I’m kinda in the underworld now, so I should be careful. Which, even as you sat at your kitchen table with the note in your hand and your groceries forgotten on your counter, you had to admit was a fair point. You couldn’t let yourself get entirely lost in the dark-romance thrill of an ‘admirer’ or stalker because of the legitimate risk of that being true.

So, you pushed away those unrealistic sparks of excitement, and went to start on your groceries. You even made sure to keep a weapon nearby and your senses on high alert for any out-of-place noises from further within your home. After all, excitement aside, you could never be too careful.

[theninthdoor]

.☘︎ pac || what do they wanna tell you? ˖˚

🕸 think of a specific person, take 3 deep breaths and pick one of the piles below to get a message from them! this should give you an idea of what's going through your person's mind right now & what they would like to tell you in this moment. 🕸 take only what resonates and leave the rest! if you feel like the pile you've initially picked doesn't really apply to the person/situation you're thinking of, it's OK to pick another one. 🕸 remember that this is all for entertainment purposes and that free will still exists. don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to, just because your person thinks this or that, ok? 🕸 enjoy, my friends!

💭 pile 1 || cards: strength, two of cups, the hierophant, 2. Yin, 27. Exchanging Gifts

Before I even started shuffling, I kept feeling that the people who are picking pile 1 are the most introverted, quiet and/or sensitive of everyone who's coming across this post. I actually left this pile for last because it was so still and silent, while the others had so much information jumping out of them already (before I got their spreads, I mean).

So, my sweet pile 1, the person you're thinking of has a lot of appreciation and admiration for you. They have noticed how kind and charming you are, and see you as someone they would like to keep close going forward. Your person finds you truly, truly endearing… You're not only beautiful on the outside but your heart, too, is made of gold. If you haven't spoken to this person yet, they would love you to make that move towards them. You two fit very well into each other's lives and, regardless of the kind of relationship this would end up being, it would still be a solid, balanced and close connection. On the other hand, if they are someone you're already friendly with, they just want to let you know that you mean so, so much to them! This is a relationship they cherish a lot, and are hoping lasts for a lifetime. In this case, though, your person also wants you to know that they are always there for you and genuinely wish you the best life can offer. They will always support you no matter what; when you're happy, they are happy; when you're sad, they feel it too. Don't ever think you're alone, ok? They are right there, ready to help you and care for you. Lastly, if the person you're thinking of is someone you're romantically interested in, whenever you're ready, make the move, pile 1! They feel the same way as you! You may be lacking the confidence or certainty to approach them, which is likely due to what we saw early on - your introversion; you being naturally quiet and shy, and/or quite sensitive -, but this is a safe connection for you to invest in, pile 1, alright? The person you're thinking of won't judge or hurt you, and rest assured that their heart is in the right place. (The same applies for friendships, of course! It's OK for you to approach your person - they are honest, compassionate and reliable people.)

💭 pile 2 || cards: seven of cups rx, ten of swords, king of wands, 32. Here and Now, 39. New Life

For this pile, I feel like some of you might have recently moved to a new city, school or university, or workplace. You may be trying your best right now to romanticize your life, either because you feel like it's the only way you can bear the changes or because you're actually using this opportunity to build a whole new persona (without the flaws or embarassments of the past). Either way, the person you're think of, dear pile 2, is saying "You don't need to fake it. I know exactly what kind of person you are, and I like it a lot!". Your person is very, very aware of what is going on through you head right now, and they know exactly why you have been acting in a particular way as of late - not only because it is clearly unnatural, but also due to the fact that they are pretty intuitive people, too, and picked up on something that wasn't quite right here. Whether you have known them before or not, they want you to drop the act and show your truest self to them - not the perfect character you've built, not the person you think you should be; the real you! They want you to be present in the moment and to enjoy your real, daily life as it is. You're actually blocking a lot of blessings and good connections and experiences because you're too focused on the looks of things; on how it ideally should be. You're forcing yourself to do certain things, to look a certain way or to behave in a particular manner, and that shouldn't have to happen for you to enjoy how you are living or to be proud of what/who you have to show your new friends/colleagues/classmates. Go with the flow, accept the changes and stay positive about the whole thing. If this happened - if you were pulled away from what was familiar to you - it's because it was needed in order for you to grow and prosper! Getting used to it, growing into it, shouldn't be forced and neither should it be a struggle. It's OK to want to build a new life and persona that we desire, but we can't erase our whole selves and past life while at it. We live, grow and evolve; we're not a whiteboard that you can just sweep clean to write something new on there. Essentially, pile 2, your person wants you to embrace who you were before these changes, to share that with them, and to stop worrying so much about having the "ideal life" and being the "perfect person".

💭 pile 3 || cards: seven of swords, justice rx, seven of cups, 20. Imagine, 37. Never-ending Story, 32. Here and Now

My dear pile 3, we have a stalker in your hands… Either you are the stalker (which I think only applies to a very few of the people who picked this pile) or someone has been keeping tabs on your every move lately. The person you're thinking of has been keeping a very close watch on you; daydreaming about what could've been or what could still be. For some, this connection ended on a sour note, with you walking away from them after some sort of disagreement or situation that didn't sit right with you. If that's the case, your person is trying to find a way back into your life, for sure! They have been looking for every little door of opportunity that can excuse their comeback. Your social media is likely to be the means through which they are staying up to date with what you do and, if you're posting pics with some new people, they'll certainly go creep on their pages as well. If you are the stalker, however, they are already aware of you and are actually thinking of confronting you about it. I don't see them being upset or creeped out, at all, though! As I said before, your person does want to find a way into your life - in this case, it is because they are also curious about you or because they miss you. Whatever has happened in the past involving the two of you, my dear pile 3, the person you're thinking of wants to let you know that "things weren't exactly as it seemed". You got the wrong impression of them, somehow, or of the situation. I feel like this person, although they appear quite extroverted and open, they keep a lot to themselves and it takes a while for anyone to get to know the real them. The person you're seeing or thinking of, isn't exactly the person they truly are, deep down… there's so much more to it. And your understanding of what might've happened in the past isn't totally right, either. Finally, if you feel confident enough to do it, your person would be more than happy to have you approach them first; to have you reveal yourselves to them or open that door for them to come back into your life. Stay open to listen to their side of the story - it might surprise you.

decks used || Tarot of the New Vision & Wisdom of the Oracle Divination Cards

(Disclaimer: Based on current energies. All is alleged and for entertainment purposes only. None of the original images are my own - only the edits!)

[fan-fantasies]

Think What You May (part 3)

Pairing: Aemond x Reader

Warnings: men being sexist pigs, mentions of violence, mentions of alcohol

A/N: the next part will most likely be the last, I hope you enjoy!

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Part Two

Weeks had passed and you had grown quite close with Aemond. You often found yourself with him in the library, sharing your fondness for books. Aegon liked to tease the two of you, which led to you threatening to bring the frying pan back out.

Aegon’s teasing, Aemond could handle. He even tolerated the whispers of the court about him stealing “Aegon’s whore.” He knew now just how disgusting the lies of the court could be and vowed to not let them influence him again.

It wasn’t as easy, however, to ignore the taunts of the lords that would visit every so often. It was politically advantageous to wine and dine the lords of the realm, but Aemond was ready to sever all ties with them due to their vulgarity.

“So tell me, what caused you to so kindly gift your entertainment to your brother?” Lord Tyrell mocked Aegon.

“She was not my entertainment,” he said, already having enough of the other men. “She is my wife’s lady in waiting.”

“Oh from what we’ve heard, she is now more Aemond’s lady- but tell us, have you kept her waiting?” Another man snickered. Aemond refused to reply to the taunts, eagerly waiting for the topic of conversation to change.

“I must say, I would not have her waiting for my cock. She is a beauty. A rare find in a whorehouse these days,” Lord Becket chimed in. Aemond’s grip on his wine goblet tightened and it threatened to spill.

“Uh oh, I believe we’ve struck a nerve. Dear Aemond looks like his feelings have been hurt,” Tyrell chuckled. “She is all yours, man. Marry her if you wish.”

“You do not marry a whore, even when you’re a second son,” another added.

“I would not marry her regardless. I am a prince and she is just a servant,” Aemond snapped. He didn’t mean it, but he just wanted the men off of his back.

As always, his timing was impeccable. Helaena cleared her throat from behind them and they all turned their attention to you. You were holding a tray of wine and lemon cakes that Heleana thought they might enjoy. You struggled to keep a straight face as tears were ready to spill down your cheeks.

You set the tray down on the table in front of the men who openly ogled you. Aemond wanted to have every one of their heads on a pike, but he knew his head deserved to be on one as well.

You rushed from the room followed by Helaena who was glaring at her brother.

“We wouldn’t subject her to marrying Aemond anyway- we like her too much,” Aegon said before downing the rest of the wine.

After a while longer of barely tolerating the despicable lords, Aemond excused himself and set off to find you. He checked Heleana’s chambers first, but it was empty. The gardens were his next stop but he found you in the training yard, hitting a stuffed dummy with a wooden practice sword.

“Training to join the army?” He asked cautiously. “Our enemies should be wary.”

“Pick up a sword and let’s find out just how wary they should be,” you snapped, moving toward the metal weapons.

“Lady, please. I wish to talk things out with you,” he nearly begged.

“I have half a mind to go back up there and tear them limb from limb,” you said absentmindedly.

“I would not stop you,” he said.

“And would you stop me from harming you as well? Because you’ve wounded me deeper than any of those imbeciles ever could,” you snapped.

“I would not stop you if you feel that’s what your retribution should be. I am sorry for what I said back there. I was just trying to get them to stop,” he said.

You took a step toward him, now holding a real sword but he didn’t flinch.

“If you wanted them to stop, you should’ve told them to stop. It is not what you said that hurt me most, but that you let them defile me with their words and you said nothing. You did not dispute a single thing they said until they threw out the disgusting idea of marrying someone as lowly as me. I know I have no chance of marrying above my station, but kindness and respect are not limited to titles. I now know who you are, Aemond Targaryen, the real you who was exposed in secret.”

Aemond let you finish your speech and even aim the sword at him. He could easily disarm you but he trust that you would not hurt him, at least not with a sword. Your words, however, stung more than the sharpest blade.

“That is not who I am, lady. I am a coward, yes, for not defending you and I will go up there right now and right my wrongs if you’d allow me to,” he said.

“No, you had your chance to say your piece and you chose silence. You chose where you stand with me and now you will stay there.” You threw the sword to the side and walked past him. He desperately wanted to grab you and pull you into his arms, holding you against him until he could truly convey how he felt for you. But as he said, he is a coward, and he just let you walk away.

Dinner time came about quickly but neither you nor the prince had an appetite. Yet there you both sat at the table in awkward silence.

Aemond couldn’t stop stealing glances at you. You weren’t wearing the necklace he gifted you and it was the first time in weeks he had seen you without it.

“You know, brother, this may be a record amount of times one has insulted the same woman,” Aegon joked from beside him.

“Go speak to your wife and then get back to me on that,” Aemond snapped. Aegon’s wine induced smirk only grew.

“You should take her as your wife, and then anyone who slandered her would be killed for treason,” he slurred.

“It would never be allowed,” Aemond sighed to himself.

“Mother would allow it. She said so herself. It is your lady alone that would need convincing,” he chuckled with a hiccup.

“What do you mean mother said she’d allow it?” Aemond’s full attention was now on his brother. Was he just drunk and rambling or has the topic of his marriage truly been brought up?

“She said that you two made a good pair and it would be a happy marriage. But what she doesn’t know is that you’re a moron when it comes to her,” he said.

Aemond’s heart was racing at the thought of his mother approving of a betrothal to you. He always expected that he would have to marry for duty, but perhaps since he is a second son, he could be spared a small chance at happiness.

He watched as you excused yourself from the table and took your leave. He decided to wait a few minutes before excusing himself as well to go after you.

Before he could leave, however, he was stopped by Helaena.

“I swear on the seven, if you chase her off one more time, I will never speak to you again,” she said quietly.

“I only wish to make things right,” he reassured her.

“She is my dearest friend and she deserves happiness; not to be slandered by disgusting pigs disguised as lords,” she said.

“I agree. I will never let anyone speak about her that way again,” he swore. “I must go to her.”

Helaena nodded to him and he took his leave. He ran into Criston on his way out who told him that he saw you headed toward the training yard. It seemed that was your new favorite spot.

Aemond watched from a distance as you practiced your sword skill. You were more calculated in your movements than you were earlier.

“I can feel you watching me,” you said without turning to him.

“I’m simply admiring,” he replied.

“You’re full of shit, my prince.”

“You dare speak against royalty?” He asked sarcastically, testing the waters.

“Only when what I say is true.”

Aemond sighed and approached you slowly. He watched carefully and assessed your posture.

“You should square your feet more,” he suggested.

“I did not ask.”

“I’m just advising,” he said. “You’re not beating anyone with that stance.”

“Let’s test that then. Arm yourself,” you challenged.

“My lady, I have been training for years.”

“So you should have no problem proving yourself correct then.”

Aemond grabbed a sword and readied himself opposite of where you stood. You left yourself open to attack so Aemond decided to be nice and try to help.

“Perhaps try raising your sword a bit more-“ before he could finish you swung at him taking him by surprise. He quickly dodged it but you didn’t relent. You kept swinging and he only deflected, never swinging back.

“Fight me!” You yelled. You advanced your position but he didn’t step back. “Fight back, you coward!”

He was tired of your attempt to beat him so he knocked your sword from your hand. That didn’t stop you however, as you continued to try and fight him with your fists. He let you tired yourself out before you collapsed into his arms, sobs wracking your body.

“Why didn’t you fight back?” He could barely make out your words.

“I have no desire to fight you,” he sighed.

“No, not now. Why didn’t you fight for me?” You asked. Aemond’s heart broke as you continued to cry against his chest.

“I have no excuse. It is not commonplace to defend a lady against the opinions of lords and that is not right. I should have said something. If you’d like, I’ll have each of them hunted down and their tongues cut out for you.”

“That won’t be necessary. I never cared what they said, I just cared about what you didn’t say. I suppose it was my mistake for believing you cared enough to defend me,” you said.

“I care about you more than I’d care to admit, my sweet girl. I just have no idea how to show it. And I know my word is not worth much but I swear, I will never allow anyone to speak ill against you again and I will do my best to never hurt you,” he promised.

You finally pulled away from him and his arms felt empty. Your tear stained face was something he never wanted to see again.

“Pain is inevitable, we just have to choose who is worth it.”

“I certainly hope you’ll deem me worthy,” he gave you a small smile. His wrung his clammy hands in front of him while he considered his next words carefully. “Aegon suggested that I might marry you so that if anyone speaks ill about you again then it would be considered treason.”

He tried to play it off with a light laugh, but really he was waiting to gauge your reaction. You shook your head and laughed, causing him to frown.

“If only that were an option,” you mumbled. “But I am merely a servant as you’ve so kindly reminded everyone.”

“Lady, I-“

“It is late, Aemond. We should return to our chambers before people begin to speak more than they already do,” you suggested.

“Let me escort you back to your room,” he insisted.

“We both know that is not a good idea,” you sighed. “I shall see you tomorrow, my prince.”

You walked away from him and he considered chasing after you, but he didn’t want to offend you further.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered as he watched your form disappear from his sight. Instead of returning to his chamber as you suggested, he went to Alicent’s instead.

“Mother, there is something I wish to discuss.”

Part four

[thesparkling-diamond27]

The Second Bridgerton And I: Part 8

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: Y/n Clearwater is named the “Sparkling Diamond” by Queen Charlotte herself, but she doesn’t know what to do with all this attention. Of course she has her family, but sometimes that doesn’t seem enough. But what happens when she encounters a specific Bridgerton, which changes the course of her season.

Author’s Note: This chapter includes scenes from season 3 episode 5 of Bridgerton. Down below is the link to the part 7. I hope you enjoy!

Dearest Reader,

While most seasons of our fair marriage mart follow a predictable pattern, this author likes it most when there is a surprise. It is said that surprise is one part secrecy and one part speed. And last night, an announcement came with great speed indeed. It may come to a surprise to all that Mr. Bridgerton’s rumored assistance in helping Miss Featherington find a husband has, instead led the two of them finding each other. Regardless of how it happened it is surely a wonderful time for the happy couple.

Adeline finished reading the Lady Whistledown pamphlet that was released this morning and to say that I was surprised was an understatement. I know that Penelope and Colin recently shared a kiss with one another, but I did not except them to become engaged, and especially with such haste. They did not even court one another!

However, although I was surprised I was also quite elated for my dear friend. I know how long she had harbored feelings for Colin and it is about time that Colin saw what a remarkable woman she is.

“Oh that is wonderful news!” I exclaimed from the couch in our drawing room.

“Their betrothal is definitely a surprise.” Noah said as he plucked a biscuit into his mouth from the plate that was on top of the nearby table.

“Did you know about this Carina?” Alex asked me.

I shook my head in response

“No. I knew that they shared some sort of affection for one another, but I had no idea that they would get married, especially since they never began to court one another, and definitely not so soon.”

“Well no matter how quick or surprising this news may be, Penelope is a lovely young girl and it is nice that she has found someone who appreciates her for who she is. They will make a handsome couple.” My mama said.

I nodded in agreement.

“Can I visit Penelope Mama?”

“I know you would like to visit Penelope and congratulate her, but I would wait Y/n. Her family is probably celebrating at the moment, so I would wait a few days before doing so.”

“I guess you are right.” I said disappointedly.

“But you can still send something if you would like. We can go shopping for a gift this afternoon. How does that sound?”

“That sounds lovely mama thank you.”

My mama gave me a smile and returned to the book she was currently reading and I returned to the embroidery I was working on.

I was stitching blue cornflowers with a few baby’s breaths scattered around. I am not the best at embroidery, but this one did not seem to be turning out so bad. Seeing the needle go up and down, as it poked holes within the cloth, was soothing and I found myself enjoying myself.

I heard Adeline playing the piano forte in the background. It was nice melody and I soon found myself humming along as I stitched.

“What has got you in such a pleasant mood sister?” Alex asked.

I looked up to where Alex was sitting, across from Noah, at the table.

“Hhmm?” I asked.

“What has you in such a pleasant mood?”

“Yeah. You are in a chippier mood than you have been of late.” Noah added.

Mama did not look my way, but I can tell that she was intently listening for my next words.

“I do not know. The weather is lovely, Adeline’s playing is excellent, my best friend is engaged. What more can I ask for?”

“Being married yourself perhaps.” Noah said.

“Well…Maxwell is returning this week, so we shall see what happens.”

Noah seemed satisfied with my answer, but Alex looked at me unconvinced, but said nothing nonetheless with a knowing smile. He knew me so well that he could tell when I was lying.

I was not lying though. They were all real reasons why I was happy, but the main

reason I was in such a good mood was, because of me and Benedict. We finally resolved the misunderstanding between us and he graced me with his presence this morning. Well sort of. He waved at me from the street below while I was in my bedroom. He is lucky that my basket of thread was near my window because he would have been waving at nothingness if I had not seen him.

Of course I could not voice that Benedict was the reason for my unexpected happiness, so I kept quiet and hoped that my family (except maybe Alex) would believe my answer.

When thinking about Benedict, I couldn’t help, but reimagine a certain series of certain events that happened at last night’s ball.

When his lips came into contact with my own, it was as if I was reborn. The woman I once was completely gone and I was left with someone who was fresh and enlightened. Benedict made me feel things that I did not know was even possible.

Our first kiss was beautiful and gentle. As if he was afraid I would break if he attempted the kiss otherwise. But this kiss was hot and heavy. It was as if Benedict was demanding me to kiss him. His left hand found itself at the side of my face, but his right hand wandered lower.

His kisses trailed down from my mouth and to the nape of my neck, which caused noises of pleasure to escape my mouth. Benedict brought his mouth back on to my mouth to silence me and separated from me enough for him to say,

“You do not want us to get caught right?”

I nodded.

“Then keep quiet.” He whispered in my ear, which sent shivers down my spine.

I nodded again and he continued to where he left off.

Eventually, he lifted up my leg to his waist and he slowly inched his hand under my skirts. I quickly pulled away and stopped his hand from going any further.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I brought my leg down.

Well I did know what he was doing I was not stupid. My mama made sure I knew everything I needed to know a few years ago, but I was surprised that he would do such things in a public setting. Even though we were alone, someone could easily walk to the very balcony we were at for some air. And then we would be caught and it would all go downhill from there.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

“Yes.”

I did not even need to think. I did trust him.

“Then you do not have to worry about what I am doing.”

“That is not what I meant. I know what you are doing?”

Benedict looked at me shocked, but said nothing.

“I just…do you think it is a good idea to do such things here where someone can easily find us?” I asked.

He took a step back to think about my words.

“No I do not think it is a good idea. I think it is an excellent idea.”

I looked at him puzzled. Benedict stepped towards me and cupped my face.

“I love you and you love me and that’s all that matters.” He said.

I was shocked. I did not expect him to say that. He loved me. I could not believe it. Benedict loved me. I was happy. No I was more than happy. I was overjoyed. What I was once wishing for was actually reality. He loved me. I did not know how much I yearned for him to say those three words until he did.

“You love me?” I asked.

“Of course I do. You are kind.”

He kissed the back of my hand.

“Compassionate.”

He kissed my ear.

“Strong willed.”

He kissed my cheek.

“Insanely beautiful.”

He kissed my nose.

“And the woman I want to be with.

He kissed my lips.

“Any man would be stupid to not fall in love with you.”

He looked into my eyes. His blue eyes met my e/c eyes and I knew I was a goner. I was probably gone a long time ago, but it was not until now I realized the true depth of my situation.

“How do you know I love you.” I said teasingly.

“Well you are here. With me. Alone. And you have no objections when I do this.”

His lips found his way to my mouth again and I got lost in his touch. Benedict bit on my bottom lip lightly, which caused me to to leave a small opening for Benedict’s tongue to have complete access to my mouth.

Without breaking a sweat Benedict gently pushed me up against the wall, so that we can be concealed better. My hand found its way into his hair. His touch set me on fire, but it felt familiar at the same time. I could be like this forever in Benedict’s arms. Doing this, or simply holding hands while promenading. It did not matter what we were doing just as long as it was with him. I wanted to do everything with Benedict.

I slowly pulled away and we both took a moment to catch our breath. Then I uttered the three words that he said to me earlier.

“I love you.”

A smile broke across Benedict’s face and his hand pulled a stray hair out my face. He grabbed my back securely holding me up straight. I wrapped my arms around his neck and re-connected his face to mine.

His hand slowly bright my leg to where it once was and his hand went—

I had to stop.

I was currently daydreaming about what occurred between me and Benedict when the rest of my family was still in the room. I had to get out of here, before my family noticed I was acting off.

“I am going to see if I have green thread in my room for my embroidery. Maybe a different blue as well.” I said.

I grabbed the blue thread I was currently using and stood up from the couch.

“Are you alright dearest?” Mama said, “you look a little pale.”

“I’m fine I assure you.” I said.

I walked out of the drawing room before the rest of my family could say anything, with my blue yarn in hand, and made my way to my bedroom. The walk to my bedroom gave me some time to steady my breathing and calm down from my daydreaming. Benedict could still affect me even when he wasn’t present.

What a discovery!

I entered my room and went towards the basket of yarn that sat beside my vanity on the floor. I found a green thread that I thought might match the blue I had already used and another blue thread I quite liked. When I rose from the ground, I noticed the hancherchief that Benedict had given me still on my vanity.

I looked down at the threads in my hands and then back at the handkerchief. An idea suddenly popped into my head.

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Benedict

I quickly walked up the stairs to enter my home. Anthony and Kate were supposed to return from their extended honeymoon today and I wish not to be late. Before I entered the main entrance of the house I heard a voice that sounded like Anthony’s.

“I could get used to such long journeys if every return was like this.” Anthony joked.

They must have just arrived. I entered to see my family welcoming back Anthony and Kate.

“Brother.” Anthony said as he grabbed Colin’s arm.

“Brother. Good day.” I said as I pulled him into an embrace.

“And from where have you returned?” Anthony asked.

“Just out for a morning stroll.”

I did go out for a morning stroll. And it was to see a particular Clearwater through her bedroom window. Good thing when I waved to her window she noticed me because then I would have look like a mad man. Well I guess I did look like a mad man to the general public. Who knows what I looked like to them when I was waving at someone who was not in front of me.

But I did not care. I was living in my wildest dreams ever since last night and I did not have any plans of leaving my dreams. Then I remembered a little piece of information I heard in Whistledown’s issue this morning.

I looked Colin dead in the eyes and said,

“I read a curious piece of news in Whistledown this morning.”

“Mm-hmm.” Colin responded.

The rest of my family showed knowing grins while Anthony and Kate looked confused.

“Oh. What is it?” Kate asked.

“Brother you must tell them.” Hyacinth said excitedly to Colin, but before Colin could say anything she said.

“You delay so I shall. Colin is engaged to Penelope Featherington!”

Kate looked in complete shock, but seemed overjoyed for Colin, while Anthony, well I could not read his expression, but he did not seem overjoyed.

“Hyacinth must be the most excited of us all.” Mother said.

“Congratulations.” I said.

“Thank you.” Colin replied.

“Ah. Well what wonderful news.” Kate said to Anthony mostly. I think she was trying to get him to be happy for Colin.

“Of course.” Anthony replied.

“Thank you. I am in high spirits.” Colin responded.

“It seems…” Anthony said as he broke away from Kate to meet with Colin and I, “…we brothers have much to catch up on, indeed.”

The three of us decided to go to a local bar where we could discuss Colin’s engagement with an afternoon drink. We found ourselves a table and Anthony went to go grab our drinks.

“Devin was very well, but…we have bigger fish to fry.” Anthony said, “First…” Anthony took a seat beside me before saying, “…explain!”

Anthony and I looked at Colin waiting for his answer. Our seating arrangements were like an interrogation. Rather comical if you ask me, but Anthony and I wanted answers.

“No furtive looks necessary.” Colin said.

“Come now, you must admit, its’s all rather sudden.” Anthony said and I had to agree with Anthony on this one.

“What was sudden was my last betrothal.” I had to agree with Colin on that one. His betrothal with Marina was much more shocking and sudden compared to his betrothal with Penelope.

“So I cannot blame either of you if you are prone to think me foolish.” Colin continued. “My feelings for Penelope are not a thunderbolt from the sky. I have known her for a very long time, and perhaps I have always felt something for her. My only foolishness this time was not realizing it sooner.”

I sighed at Colin’s words. He really did care for Penelope and he was serious. I can see the vast difference compared to his last betrothal with Marina. Penelope was a perfect fit for Colin.

“Have you said these words to her?” Anthony asked.

Colin tensed up. I guess he never told her these words.

“The final part, the betrothal, it…it did all happen rather swiftly.”

Swift indeed Colin. Swift indeed. Colin’s words made me think about what happened between Y/n and I last night. The feeling of having her so close was ecstasy and I only had a taste of her. I simply could not get enough. I wanted to discover more about her and I could not wait to do so.

I wonder if she enjoyed it as much as I did. I would think so since she greeted me rather warmly this morning through the window.

“Ah, it’s swift because—“

“Are you going to duel with your own brother, or…” I interrupted Anthony.

He looked at me with a look of annoyance, that I was right, and understanding.

“Well you are marrying her, and for all the right reasons, it seems. That’s all that matters. But tell her.” Anthony continued.

Anthony and I both looked at Colin expectedly.

“Very well. Perhaps I shall go see Penelope now.”

Colin stood up from his chair, but before he could leave, I raised my glass and said,

“First…to your wives,”

Anthony raised his glass and so did Colin.

“Congratulations.” Anthony said.

“Thank you.” Colin said.

We all drank.

Colin then quickly left the room without another word.

“Can you believe that.” I said “I did not know that.”

Anthony looked amused.

“What about you brother?” He asked.

“What about me?”

“What about your wife? I’m married. Colin is engaged. Is there a special someone that caught your eye?”

My mind immediately went to Y/n. I would like to court her, show everyone in society that we were betrothed to one another. But I know she was currently courting Maxwell. But maybe after last night…My thoughts probably showed on my face because Anthony said.

“There is someone!”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Do not lie to your brother.”

“I am not.”

Anthony seemed to realize that I was not going to change my answer.

“Very well then, but I would like to meet her. Or at least know who she is.”

“Maybe.” I replied.

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“One chocolate and two vanilla please.” Maxwell said.

“Oh you do not have to pay for mine dear.” My mama said.

“No it is alright. It is the least I could do since you let me take Y/n out for an outing today.”

Mama looked at Maxwell with acceptance and gratitude. He definitely received some brownie points from my mama today.

The worker took our order and then told us to sit in the corner near the display of treats. Maxwell and I sat at one table and my mama sat at the table next to ours.

“I used to love coming here as a kid.” I said.

“Yeah? Why so?” Maxwell asked.

“Well doesn’t every child love to go to the ice cream parlor?”

“Well…yes.” Maxwell laughed.

“Well me as a child obviously loved coming here for the ice cream, but I also loved coming here with my family. I have the fondest memories here. I remember one time Alex threw a spoonful of ice cream on my dress and I had a fit. I was furious back then, but now I remember the memory with fondness. I guess that’s what happens as you get older. Maybe it’s because you want to go back to when times were simpler. When all you had to worry about was an ice cream stain on your dress.”

“That definitely makes sense.”

The waiter arrived with our glasses of ice cream.

“I bet it is nice having siblings. Being able to grow up along with the same group of people.” Maxwell said.

“You are an only child right?”

Maxwell nodded.

“Being an only child is probably vastly different from growing up with siblings.” I said.

“It is indeed.”

“Is it lonely?”

“Sometimes. But sometimes I quite enjoy the solitude. Allows me time to think.”

“I cannot remember the last time I had some quiet to hear my own thoughts.”

“I can see how that can be a problem.” Maxwell said with a laugh.

“You do not have any cousins?” I asked.

“I am not that close with them.”

I could not help but feel sorry for Maxwell. I could never imagine not growing up with siblings or not being close with my non-instant family. I then realized how different Maxwell and I are.

I for one have three siblings, Maxwell has none, and although they drive me insane, I would not trade them for the world. Secondly, I am quite close with my cousins, while Maxwell is not close with his at all. I guess we are what people call “opposites attract”. Right?

“Well this conversation took a sad turn.” Maxwell said.

I lightly laughed in response.

“Now enough about me. I know you said nothing happened much while I was away, but I want to know everything. Even details that you might think are boring.” Maxwell said.

I instantly thought about what happened yesterday with Benedict, but I absolutely could never mention this to Maxwell because he would immediately call off this courtship.

“I already told you. Nothing eventful happened. Plus I wrote you letters, while I was gone. Although one thing that recently occurred, that you might know about already, is that my friend Penelope Featherington recently became engaged to Colin Bridgerton.”

“I in fact have heard about it. I did not realize you two were friends with one another.”

“Oh yes! We have always been friendly with one another, but it was not until the end of last season that we became friends.”

“Ah I see.”

We continued to talk as we continued to eat our ice cream. I had just finished laughing at a joke Maxwell said and he continued to say,

“I really enjoy spending time with you Y/n. If being married to you is anything like this, I will be the happiest man alive.”

My smile slowly fell from my face as I heard his words. His words were simple, but to me they carried so much weight.

“Are you alright?” Maxwell said.

I cleared my throat and said, “Um…yes I’m fine. I just had some ice cream stuck in my throat.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure.”

I smiled at Maxwell and he seemed to think that I was alright.

“Okay then, but if you are feeling upset you can tell me.”

I nodded.

“Good. Now I am going to go pay for the ice cream. I will be right back.”

“Alright.”

Maxwell left our table to go pay for our ice cream and I was left alone with my thoughts. If I were to be honest I felt guilty.

Guilty for cheating on Maxwell with Benedict. Well maybe not necessarily cheating. Me and Maxwell are not married, but we are courting. That is two steps down from marriage, so my actions do carry some significance. Maxwell does not deserve such treatment, but I could not help but think about Benedict and—

“Y/n are you alright?”

I turned around to see my mama looking at me concerned.

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“You were simply sitting still at the table. I wanted to make sure you were alive.” She joked.

“Oh…I was simply thinking.”

“About?”

“Maxwell.”

Which was not a lie.

“He is a fine young man isn’t he.”

I nodded.

“You found a good one Y/n.”

“I did didn’t I.”

My statement was true, but I was not happy about it like I should be.

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“Miss Y/n there is a letter for you Alexandra stated.

I looked and noticed that she had an envelope in her hand. I grabbed the letter and replied with a thank you before noticing that it was from Penelope.

I quickly opened the envelope to see what she had written.

“Dear Y/nn,

Thank you so much for the blue silk coin pouch. The embroidery on the pouch is exquisite. I can tell it was done by you (you have always been better at embroidery than me). Thank you for giving me a blue one instead of a family color. You know how much I distaste those colors. I am sorry I have not been able to see you recently. Ever since my engagement things have been hectic. We must spend time with each other soon. Perhaps a promenade around the park? I do hope to see you this weekend though. In the envelope I included an invitation to my engagement party. Your entire family is invited as well. I would love for you and your family to be able to attend. I hope you have been doing well and I cannot wait to see you again.

Sincerely,

Your dear friend Pen

I smiled at Penelope’s letter. I am glad she enjoyed my gift for her and I did in fact work hard on the embroidery. I figured I should give her a blue coin purse because a) she hates her family colors, and b) she will become a Bridgerton soon.

I looked into the envelope and found the invitation Penelope was taking about and I knew I had to show this to mama. Suddenly my mama entered the room.

“The menu is set?” My mama asked.

“Yes ma’am.” Our head maid Mary replied.

“Tea?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“The children?”

“Two out of four are ready ma’am.”

“Only two?!

Mama turned to see that only Alex and I were currently present.

“Where are the others? The Bridgertons are about to arrive any minute!”

Before Mary could reply I interjected.

“Relax mama. Everything shall be perfect. There is no need to be so formal.”

“Y/n is right mother.” Alex said. “It is not like the Queen is coming over for dinner. It is only the Bridgertons.”

Our words seemed to calm her down.

“You both are right. It is only the Bridgertons.”

It seemed like my mama finally came to her senses.

“Very well then. Mary, see where Adeline and Noah are. Y/n and Alex go up to the drawing room. There is no need for you two to be down here. I am going to make sure that a few things are in order.”

Our mama left before we could say anything.

“Oh Mary before you go. Make sure that my mama reads this eventually. It is an invitation to Penelope and Colin’s engagement party. And can you bring this letter to my room?” I asked.

“I will have her read it before the Bridgertons arrive.”

“Thank you.”

Mary took the invitation and my letter from Penelope and went wherever my mama went.

“Mama’s mind gets so frazzled sometimes.” I said as Alex and I began to walk upstairs to the drawing room.

“I know.” Alex said, “At least we know where Adeline gets it from.”

We both broke into laughter.

“Are you looking forward to seeing a certain special someone?” Alex asked.

“I do not think Maxwell is attending dinner tonight.”

But I had a feeling that Maxwell was not the “special someone” Alex was talking about.

“I am not talking about Maxwell. I am talking about a certain Bridgerton. The second one to be exact.”

And it appears that I was correct.

“Benedict? Well of course! He is a great friend. As is Francesca. The whole Bridgerton family really.”

“As a friend? Really? Is that why you decided to wear the dress you are wearing? The same exact dress you wore in order to impress Maxwell at a ball not too long ago.”

I suddenly had a loss for words. I looked down and realized that I was in fact wearing the same exact dress that I have worn to impress Maxwell. I completely forgot I told Alex such information. The one time I regret doing so.

I did not intentionally mean to wear this dress, but maybe I did subconsciously. Benedict has been on my mind for quite some time now and that may be why it influenced my wardrobe choice. Was I trying to impress Benedict? I did not know. I did want him to think I looked presentable.

Alex must have noticed my overthinking because he grabbed my shoulders and said,

“Hey I am sorry for saying such things. I was only teasing. I know you are courting Maxwell and you are happy about it. You are happy aren’t you?”

I nodded. That was not a lie. Maxwell did make me happy.

“Then forget I ever said anything. Can you forgive me?”

“There is nothing to be forgiven.” I said with a smile. “And like you said, you were only teasing.”

Alex smiled back at me.

“Now come on. They will be arriving any minute now.” I said.

As we walked to the drawing room I could not help, but feel nervous. Benedict will be arriving shortly and this shall be the first time that I will see him since the event that occurred three days ago. I hope we both can act civilized and not draw any attention to ourselves that would reveal anything to our families.

When Alex and I entered, Noah and Adeline were already seated in the drawing room.

“Were you two here this entire time?” I asked.

“Of course!” Noah said, “It was stupid to think to even listen to mother and wait for the Bridgertons at the entrance of the house.”

“You could have said that more nicely.” Adeline said. “There was no need to drag mama.”

“I am being honest.”

“A little too honest.” I added.

I decided to take my seat at the piano forte. I hovered my hands above the keys before I began to play a simple familiar

tune. I let my muscle memory take me and fell into a trance as I played a song that I knew since childhood.

I didn’t realized I had an audience until I heard applause at the end of the song.

I turned and noticed that the Bridgerton family were standing near the couches watching me. I wonder how long they have been here. I quickly rose from the piano stool to greet them.

“That was lovely piano forte playing Y/n.” Violet said as she brought me into an embrace.

“Thank you. It has been a while though, so I was a little rusty.”

“Nonsense! You are as good as me. Maybe even better.” Francesca said as she hugged me as well.

“Have you met Anthony and Kate dear?” Violet asked.

“No I do not believe so. I believe they were on their honeymoon when we last had dinner.” I said.

“Oh! That is right. Well here is my eldest son Anthony and his wife Kate.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you both.” I said as I slightly curtsied.

“Oh you do not need to be so formal.” Kate said. “The pleasure is mine to meet you as well.”

Kate seemed nice and her smile was warm and welcoming. I turned to Anthony and he gave me a kind smile and I returned the favor.

“Am I chop liver over here.” I turned to see Benedict on the other side of Violet and I instantly blushed.

“Oh my goodness! I am so sorry Benedict I did not see you there.”

“It is alright. I am used to it by now. Being second best. Who can compare to the Anthony Bridgerton.” He joked.

“What…that was not my—“

“Quit hogging her Benedict!” Gregory said and I was grateful for the little boy for freeing me from further embarrassment. I knew that Benedict was joking, but I was too nervous to say anything in his presence.

Hyacinth grabbed my arm and added, “We are going to go play cards with Y/n.”

And before I could protest I was dragged over to the table where a game of cards was already set up for three.

“How did you know where to find the playing cards?” I asked.

Hyacinth shrugged and I shook my head. I played a few rounds of cards, with Gregory and Hyacinth, until I got bored and decided to join Francesca at the couches, along with her mama, my mama, and Kate.

“I hope you all will come to Colin and Penelope’s engagement party this weekend. I am sorry that Colin could not attend tonight. He had some matters he had to attend to.” Violet said from Francesca’s right as I sat next to Francesca.

Francesca gave me a sweet smile and I returned it.

“Oh Y/n! I am glad you can join us. Your mama was telling me that Penelope sent you an invitation to the engagement party this weekend.” Violet said.

“Yes she did and I cannot wait to attend.”

I answered.

“Yes you can expect all of us to be there.” My mama said across from Violet.

“Wonderful! I do not think there should be much people in attendance from our side, but I am not sure how much people will be there from Penelope’s side. I hope there is not much people. I recall Lady Featherington mentioning a long list of people, but I hope it is not true.” Violet said.

“If there is a lot of people attending, I hope I prepare enough food for everyone.” Kate said worried.

“I am sure you will dear.” Violet said. She placed her hand on Kate’s shoulder for support.

“Y/n it is so great to meet you. The whole family told Anthony and I so much about you.”

“All good things I hope.” I replied.

“Oh you have no idea.” Kate said, “You were praised by everyone and especially Benedict.”

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Benedict.

“I was only speaking the truth.” Violet added. “You are a very lovely young lady Y/n.”

“Thank you.” I replied with a blush. I never took compliments well, but it was nice to think that I am thought of so highly by the Bridgertons. And “especially Benedict” did not go undetected by me and the comment made my blush even deeper. But I was saved by the bell, literally, when Mary walked in to announce that dinner was ready.

“Finally!” Alex said, “I am starving!”

I rolled my eyes at his comment.

As I rose up from the couch Francesca asked me.

“Shall we walk together?”

“Of course!”

We linked arms and joined our families to dinner.

“I have some wonderful news Y/nn.” Francesca said. “Can I call you Y/nn?”

“You most certainly can. But do tell this wonderful news.”

“Well do you remember, not too long ago, when you and I and our mama’s went shopping together?”

“I do recall.”

“And we ran into Lord Kilmartin and he left rather abruptly?”

“Yes.”

“Well he left… because he went to go get the sheet music, that the musician was playing on the street, and he had it arranged to the way I would have liked that piece of music to be! Can you believe it! I could not even believe it! I have been learning and playing it non stop and now I have it memorized.”

This is the most excited I have ever seen Francesca. Her feelings for Lord Kilmartin seemed much stronger compared to her feelings for Lord Samadani, if she had any feelings for him.

“I am so happy for you Francesca! Lord Kilmartin seems like a nice man.”

Francesca nodded.

“I decided to follow my heart and that is to pursue Lord Kilmartin and my family is supportive with my decision, or rather they are at least trying, and that is all I could ask of them.”

I nodded in understanding.

“What about you and Lord Tewkesberry?”She asked.

“Things are going quite well. Ever since he left for Paris, Maxwell and I have exchanged letters to one another, and yesterday him and I attended the ice cream parlor together.”

“Do you feel happy with him?”

“Things are easy with him.”

“Are you happy?”

“I could be.”

There was a frown displayed on Francesca’s face.

“Can I be frank?” She asked.

I nodded.

“It seems to me that you feel comfortable with Maxwell, but you do not feel content. It could be because you are holding yourself back or maybe…maybe…”

I could tell she seemed hesitant to say her next few words.

“It is okay. You can say what you would like to say.”

Francesca took a deep breath

“Maybe Maxwell is not the one for you. Maybe you need to go over your options. It is just a thought.” She said quickly.

I stood silent and began to process what she had just said. There was some truth to her statement, but I could not say that I wanted to court her brother. I believe that she did not even have an inkling of our feelings for one another.

“Oh my goodness! I said the wrong thing haven’t I.” Francesca said. “I am so sorry! I overstepped and now you are—“

“Francesca relax it is alright.” I interrupted “Your words just gave me some things to think about.”

Her words gave me a lot to think about.

“Are you sure?” She asked with uncertainty.

“Yes I am sure.”

“Alright because the last thing I want to do is to make you upset.”

“Do not worry. You have done nothing wrong.” I reassured her, but her words did not reassure me, so I began to consider my options.

I thought about the good qualities that Maxwell possessed. He was kind, considerate, caring and he takes great care of me. My family also approves of him. He is also someone I can talk to when I am down. All qualities that I would want to have in a husband.

But I could not help, but hear the nagging voice in the back of my mind. Telling me to look the other way. Telling me that Maxwell was not the one for me, but in fact Benedict. But this was not the time to think about such pressing matters. Tonight I am supposed to have a lovely night with my family and the Bridgertons. My thoughts on my future husbands can wait until later.

We all made it to the dining room and we began to take our seats.

I was about to sit beside Francesca when someone pulled me away from her.

[sanriokamabodo]

Hi, may I request a set of headcanons featuring Douma and a female reader who is braiding his hair? ☺️

A/N: my first request by one of my favourite kny writers?? how lucky!! ty for requesting! ♡ + i found it quite difficult to write for a request again (after like ... 7 years?) but i enjoyed it thoroughly, i hope you enjoy it regardless!

CW's mentions of cults, touch starved douma bc :( douma has semi-feelings i just know his hair is sososo soft, he doesn't use 2in1 and thats his only green flag!!!! not proofread

His parents never loved him as their sweet son, seeing him moreso as a pawn for their cult. It festered into his adulthood, he was untouchable as his people's god.

And then you, despite being his disciple still, actually listen to him instead of begging your lord for advice.

You come to his quarters more often until it becomes a daily ritual, and as the two of you slowly become more comfortable around eachother, Douma starts revealing his true, touch starved nature.

It starts with him giving you small side hugs as you leave his quarters when he has other business to attend to, holding your hands in his as he tells you about his days tending to his community. Until finally he rests his head in your lap, talking about whatever comes to mind.

You decide to test the waters further, you delicately place your hands on his hand, raking your hands through his platinum locks. Douma tenses for a moment, not used to this gentle touch, however quickly relaxes at the warm, comforting feeling.

He goes quiet for a moment as he closes his eyes, taking it all in, almost like he wants to remember this moment for the rest of his life.

"Douma-sama, y'know, you have really nice hair for a guy, right?" you say.

Douma opens one eye, feigning an insulted expression before breaking into a smile. "For a guy? I have nice hair, period."

You smile down at him "Douma-sama?"

"Hm?"

"May I braid your hair?"

Douma pushes himself up by his elbows, resting like that for a while. He thinks things through for a moment but quickly sits up, clasping his hands together excitedly. "I would love that, my dear petal."

You sit up quickly and take a seat on the ground behind Douma. Gently you gather his hair towards his back, before using your fingers as an impromptu brush.

It takes you about thirty minutes to fully braid his hair, first starting with three smaller ones before braiding those into a larger braid. Douma revels in the attention, thoroughly enjoying your warm touch.

You guide his hair braid to the front so he can see for himself.

He turns to you, a sweet expression on his face. He wants to say something but before he can do so you stop him in his tracks.

"Final touch" you smile at him.

Removing your hairpin, a small gift you've gotten from Douma before and wore everyday since then, you slide it into his braid.

A small blush stains his nose and ears red, he melts because of your small gesture. Douma opens his mouth to thank you, but before he gets the chance he gets biwa'd into the infinity castle.

"Nice hair" Akaza snorted.

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The Entire Leighton Murray Masterlist

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A Brief Overview…

MDNI!!! • As I thought about the choices I could make in regard to song lyrics for this idea, I thought about the idea that both Leighton and the reader (our protagonists) seem to struggle to get past one thing in their relationship, both intimate and platonic at times - they don’t like to often accept the fact that they were both wrong for past occurrences. Neither do they like the idea of losing each other, all over again. Therefore, I decided to choose Billie Eilish’s WILDFLOWER as the representative for this central WIP! This is initially due to the theme that there seems to be a connection between them that they can’t deny, regardless of the way things ended between them, a few years before they meet again (taking place mainly after season 3, excluding a few flashbacks here and there!) - good luck, dear reader, if you decide to go ahead in your venturing down this path! It’s certainly rocky; sometimes snappy (as well as saucy), but I hope you enjoy it all the same! Happy travels! 💜

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A Comment On The Pictures…

For this idea I wanted centrally to choose things that could depict monumental moments + themes that will be reoccurrences throughout what I’ve got building here! The picture on the left is meant to be a representative of the main park around Christmas time; the heart of the city, practically, whilst the picture on the right is of a pretty bouquet Leighton gifts to the reader, and it might just somehow save her life again, even without Leighton around to do so, herself, whether intentionally, or unintentionally. I hope you enjoy it, guys, as I am already loving writing for her character! Happy travels! 💜

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Finally, It’s Time For The Works…

It’s okay! You can admit it, if this is what you’re thinking, at this point! I’ve had such moments when I think like that, myself, when reading things such as what I’ve left above for you! Either that, or you’ve skipped down here - that’s also understandable if you’ve decided to do that, too! (I totally won’t break through your screen and force you to read it, or anything - * insert my mildly evil laugh here *) - anyway, onto what you’ve come here for! I hope you’ve made your choice of pathway wisely, if you want to keep your eyes dry, and limbs (as well as dignity) intact, as you progress here…

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The Instalments, From Oldest To Newest…

Favour/Let’s Dance in Bars - #1; Part One

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Within this introductory prompt, we’re introduced to our first protagonist, the humble reader. We’re given an account of her worst years, before she finds herself encountering Leighton again. The only problem is - can she forgive Leighton, and can Leighton - in turn - forgive her for disappearing? Good luck, dear reader; there are many harsh aspects to reality, here, and it can be quite a difficult pathway to handle! Happy exploration! 💜

Favour/Let’s Dance in Bars - #2; Part Two

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Leighton and the reader are still stuck feeling like they should be around each other - they also seem to be toying with various different issues in doing so, ranging from the both of them wondering if they want to either kiss again, or argue the hell out of each other. This of course doesn’t help their case, with Alicia and Harper still caught on the side of things.

Favour/Let’s Dance in Bars - #3; Part Three

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After things seem to break down the way they do, reader finds herself struggling to find a reason to live anymore. It is then down to Leighton to make the choice for her - will she go through with it, or will she decide that maybe if she trusts Leighton’s word, and her own feelings for her, that maybe she can make things work again? Good luck, dear reader, this particular instalment can be considered to be quite a difficult one! 😈

Favour/Let’s Dance in Bars - #4; Part Four [The Finale of this particular instalment! There will be more!]

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The first time reader and Leighton have got particularly intimate with one another in a while, but will it last, or will there be a break in their momentary bliss? There’s one thing Leighton knows, at this point, and it’s more than just the fact that she doesn’t want to lose the reader again. So, she makes a vow. Let’s just hope she can keep it, right? 😈

The Haiku - #5

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Within this instalment as linked to Favour/Let’s Dance in Bars, the reader can be seen to be contemplating the pain she felt, as well as the regret she experienced, at the hands of her decision to humour Leighton’s consideration of letting the reader go, when she’d not yet come out, and feared what would happen if they continued to see each other, the way that they were. The reader discusses disillusionment, and its link to her love for Leighton, despite how things had ended between them. The only question is - can they get passed the pain they put each other through, or will they just break apart in the end? Good luck, dear reader; I hope you enjoy the next parts as they come! Until then, have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon! Happy exploration! 💜

A Hearty Meeting/Blood Flows Thin - #6; Part One

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Yes, the dropping of the next part is finally here! I hope you enjoy it, guys!

Within this instalment, we’re finally met again with Leighton, and our mentally struck reader. Continuing from where we left off, except it has now gone from night to day, the reader finally wakes up, only to find that Leighton has gone from her side. There’s only one problem, though - the whole atmosphere just seems - wrong, to her. Could it be a sick dream, or will the reader wake up only to encounter that conflict seems to chase her regardless, when she and Leighton seem to encounter Harper again?

A Hearty Meeting/Blood Flows Thin - #7; Part Two

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Though Leighton - after her previous intimate moment as shared with herself - initially wants to try and not take on a desperate stance with the reader, she seems unable to resist efficiently being able to see or hear her voice again the same night as things had gone wrong, but when she calls our poor reader figure there is no answer, until she suddenly appears at the front door of Leighton’s apartment opposite her own, but does it only get worse between them from that moment, or does the reader also wish to try and resolve things between the two? On the side of such tense moments, Leighton’s feud with Harper continues - they’ll never work it out, will they? 😈

A Hearty Meeting/Blood Flows Thin - #8; Part Three

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Where we left off, Leighton finally met Aurora - Reader’s sister. At first, the meeting seems to be of quite a rocky origin, but Aurora soon seems to pick up some things she notices about Leighton’s change in character, seemingly when it comes to her sister being around her. Though gaining Aurora’s trust certainly was more than an achievement for the pair, it seems there are still things that are haunting them, and not brightly.

A Hearty Meeting/Blood Flows Thin - #9; Part Four

This is the finale of this particular instalment! There will be more!

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Leighton’s need to try and regain the trust of Reader intensifies as she reveals what she’d heard the figure saying in her sleep, but it seems still to be a harder task than anything before as Leighton - despite successfully seducing Reader the way she’d been hoping to do - only encounters further issue when Reader disappears shortly after that moment, only to come back and do Leighton the favour of a mutual respect that leads the girl to be all the more horrified and angered by what happened to Reader in her past life.

The Haiku - #10

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As linked to A Hearty Meeting/Blood Flows Thin, this haiku allows a look into Reader’s thought process as she considers the trust she has already placed in Leighton; how it can compare to the trust she’d held shortly in other relationships she’d been in - specifically where Elizabeth (an official ex of her’s), and her father were concerned. She takes comfort in knowing that Leighton had never hurt her the way they had, and there is even a brief moment in which Reader hopes that Leighton can share such a trust with her, and - despite how bleak things may seem at times - Reader knows she’s safe with Leighton, and that no matter what happens next, she’s scared in that sense that she will always love her too.

Marry Me/I’m Not Afraid of You - #11; Just a Short

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When Leighton and Reader encounter more intense moments between them (and not the good kind), things seem to easily break down between them as fast as it had all started. Reader fears that she’s lost Leighton, and Leighton fears she’s lost Reader, but the two find shortly after their last fight that they can’t just push away from each other, because when they try they both break down even further - it was like nothing either of them had ever encountered before. It was Reader who had thought actively to bring up the heavy question of marriage between them, and Leighton couldn’t deny she’d had thoughts of it, too; she’d just never thought to try and bring it up to Reader for fear of what she’d say, or do. It’s just the question of saying ‘yes’, or ‘no’, so will they be ready, or will they not be?

Dark Night/I Wasn’t Sure - #12; Just a Short

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When Leighton and Reader find themselves fighting again, they reach a new low. Reader even reaches the point that she’s trying to convince herself that she should sleep with other girls just to get back at the other. She doesn’t expect it to push her even lower when it comes to her mental state, though. At one point, she even fears that she can compare herself to her father, and Aurora doesn’t know how to snap her out of it this time, so will Leighton be the one to do so, or will Reader try to take matters into her own hands?

Broken/He Won - #13; Just a Short

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When Leighton catches up to Reader after the girls tries to run away from her, it is almost as if Reader had had the moment planned. Leighton fears Reader has intentions to try and take her life again, as the girl stands before a busy road, and seems to be slowly finding herself in an episodic fit again. She thinks that by taking her own life, the memories will go away; she won’t hurt anyone else like her father did; she won’t get in Leighton or Aurora’s way, and have them feeling like they need to take care of her somehow. Leighton can’t let her go, though, no matter how much it hurts her to hear that the girl had been cheating on her as a sort of ‘revenge ploy’.

It Hurts/But I Love You - #14; Just a Short

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When Leighton surprises Reader with a ring to make their recent engagement feel a little more official, as well as just to see a smile on the girl’s face again, she’s happy to see she’s distracted the figure from her previous doubts about living, and dying. Now, Reader instead questions why Leighton does everything she does for her, and - in turn - the girl wants to do more for the other, too.

The Hill/Eternally Warm Inside - #15; Just a Short

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Following on from Reader and Leighton’s last interaction, and Reader seems to be struggling to come to terms with her own self-worth; she just continues to doubt herself; her ability to make Leighton happy, until the girl decides to try and make things up to Reader further, allowing Leighton possibly to seduce her again.

Home/I Trust You - #16; Just a Short

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Following on from Reader and Leighton’s last heated session, they are both equally surprised to find Aurora is still awake, and very much teasing of them.

Carry Me/Lust For Anatomy - #17; Just a Short

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While helping hang a painting in Eva’s restaurant, our two fiancées navigate more than just awkward wall hooks; they’re still carrying the weight of unspoken insecurities, lingering doubts, and the tender kind of love that keeps asking - or maybe even begging - to be believed in. Between playful banter and stolen kisses shared between them, one - inevitably the Reader - tries to prove they’re enough. The other - undoubtedly Leighton - already knows they are, and hopes they’ll believe it too, no matter how long it takes them both to reach such a stable position not only in their relationship, but in themselves, too.

Fear Versus Light/Light Versus Terror - #18; Just a Short

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A bakery visit turns unexpectedly heavy when old regrets and quiet memories resurface, pressing at the edges of the present. Surrounded by familiar faces and one steady hand in hers, Y/n tries to keep herself from unraveling - until Leighton gently leads her away. In the calm that follows, beneath the open sky and a gaze that sees her fully, Y/n tries to find the courage to tell the truth: about shame, about fear, and maybe even about love. After everything, she still isn’t sure she deserves to be held like this. But Leighton? She’s not letting go.

Beautiful/Failure Imminent - #19; Just a Short

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The game was meant to be a distraction - a quiet night, a soft laugh, a hand held tight. But between the teasing and the racing tracks, old fears still linger. Worry over a sister’s safety. Echoes of a father’s voice. The ever-present ache of not knowing if you’re enough. And yet, through all of it, she stays. Leighton, with her steady hands and quiet patience, offering safety in a world that once made our Y/n hide. In the quiet that follows the laughter, something breaks open - and what was once unspoken is shared in touch, in breath, in love. Even if the doubt returns tomorrow, tonight, she believes her. Because Leighton never once lets go, and she doesn’t intend to, no matter what the future holds in store for them, from this point onwards.

Trust/Weak in Self-Worth Currency - #20; Just a Short

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After a night spent tangled in tenderness and lingering fears, Y/n struggles to keep her heart steady as worry for Aurora and the weight of the past resurface like old ghosts. Leighton, ever-patient and unwavering, holds space for the cracks Y/n tries so hard to hide - reminding her that love doesn’t falter in the face of fear. But even as comfort wraps itself around them, the shadows of trauma still whisper in Y/n’s ear. With Aurora’s return uncertain and the ache of memory still sharp, Y/n must learn to trust the safety of the present without waiting for it to shatter. And when Leighton reaches for her again - with a smile, a kiss, and a race home through the early light - Y/n follows. Maybe not to win. But because, just maybe, she wants to believe there’s still something worth running toward. It doesn’t last long, however.

Failure/In Loving Memory - #21; Just a Short

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After a night shadowed by memories too painful to name, Y/n clings to the one constant in her fractured world - Leighton, whose steady hands and quiet presence offer the only kind of safety she’s ever truly known. As past wounds reopen and unspoken guilt lingers like smoke, the warmth between them becomes both sanctuary and confession. But when the silence breaks with whispered names and trembling touches, comfort and desire begin to blur. In a house finally still, love is spoken not in grand gestures - but in breath, in memory, in the fragile spaces between what’s broken and what’s healing. And in the hush of that night, one question lingers: Is this what healing looks like - or just the eye of the storm before the past comes knocking again? And will it hit her harder, next time?

Fear/The Basis of Terror - #22; Just a Short

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Caught in the quiet aftershocks of memory and touch, Y/n finds herself trembling beneath the weight of old scars and tender promises. Just when safety begins to feel real in Leighton’s arms, a sound, a motion, a shadow from the past cracks through the calm. But Leighton doesn’t leave - not when Y/n falters, not when the past tries to claw its way back in. With every gentle word, every steady breath, Leighton proves love isn’t about fixing what’s broken - but holding space for what hurts. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough for now. Because some healing comes slowly. Some closeness asks for nothing but patience. And some nights end not in resolution - but in the quiet kind of peace that lets Y/n dream again. For now, anyway.

Glass/An Empty Mirage - #23; Just a Short

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In a haze of half-sleep and buried memories, Y/n finds herself trapped in the echo of a nightmare she thought she’d left behind. The living room becomes her childhood home, the shadows shift into something familiar and cruel - and the past begins to bleed into the present. As trauma rears its head once more, she’s forced to confront the ghosts she’s tried so hard to silence. But when Leighton pulls her back with steady hands and gentler words than Y/n believes she deserves, something fragile sparks through the fog: connection. It isn’t healing, not quite. Not yet. But maybe it’s something close. Maybe it’s enough to stand up, to laugh again, to chase a memory in the early morning light. And maybe, just maybe, the long way forward begins here - with one reckless trip to the pond, and a quiet promise that love, no matter how broken, might still hold. As long as they know how to keep its acknowledgements going somehow, without pressing it too far again.

It Returns/Lost All Over Again - #24; Just a Short

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In a world where safety is fleeting and trauma lingers like shadows in the dark, Y/n finds unexpected solace in Leighton’s arms - soft words and trembling promises offering brief shelter from the storm. But love, no matter how gentle, can’t always quiet the echoes of the past. As night closes in and a single misstep triggers memories that never quite stopped chasing her, Y/n runs - not from Leighton, but from the fear of becoming someone who might hurt the one person who’s ever truly seen her. And Leighton? She swore she’d never let go again. But in a place where every heartbeat risks shattering the fragile peace they’ve found, the question remains: Can love hold steady through fear’s retreat - or will the ghosts of yesterday pull them apart all over again? And at what cost might it take for Leighton to try and bring her Y/n back to her again?

Hopeless/Don’t Give Up - #25; Just a Short

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After another spiraling panic and the echo of a voice she thought she’d finally outrun, Y/n finds herself on the ground again - hurting, haunted, and convinced she’s beyond saving. But Leighton is there, like she always is, refusing to let go no matter how dark things get. In the quiet that follows a near breakdown, confessions resurface, promises are gently remade, and the fragile hope of a shared future begins to take root once more. With their hearts still aching and ghosts that haven’t quite left, they take a step - just one - toward the pond, toward the stars, toward whatever kind of healing love might still be possible. They’re still far from free. But maybe, for tonight, they don’t have to be. Not for now, anyway.

Sunday Dress/Keep it all Inside - #26; Just a Short

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In the quiet calm of an old familiar pond, Y/n and Leighton try to reclaim something that once felt simple - peace, love, and laughter in each other’s arms. But even the softest moments are shadowed by memories that still ache, and wounds that don’t always stay closed. As the two navigate what healing looks like after surviving past horrors, they’re forced to confront what it means to truly trust again - and whether love alone is enough to carry them through the nights when fear still lingers. With a wedding on the horizon and buried pain rising back to the surface, tomorrow feels both like a promise - and a test. Because even in love, not everything can be left behind. And sometimes, the hardest part of healing is accepting that you’re still allowed to dream - even if it hurts. And it will, for the most part.

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#18 with platonic Brother-in-law Diluc! I think it would be funny if Traveller!Reader (jokingly) and Paimon (not so jokingly) kept asking for increasingly expensive things for Christmas. Whether Diluc delivers is up to you.

the christmas mix | #18- santa baby & #7- rocking around the christmas tree | brother-in-law!diluc and traveller!reader (platonic), husband!kaeya x traveller!reader (romantic)

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features diluc (platonic), kaeya (romantic), traveller!reader

notes: hello honey, I really hope this is okay!! you were so sweet and I really liked your idea hahah it just took me a while. I’m so sorry if it’s not up to standard and wasn’t worth the wait (please let me know if you’d like me to write anything else in the future to compensate ;v;,,). regardless, I hope you have a wonderful christmas ❤️!!

warnings: none, really (except for no capitalisation, I suppose?)

summary: it seems like paimon doesn’t have any regard for diluc’s bank account (and why would she?), and that your husband and his brother will be having a good christmas this year, whether they’d like to admit it or not.

christmas in mondstadt, you’ve come to learn, is always a cheery, beautiful thing. there are stalls temporarily set up in springvale and the city itself, selling mulled dandelion wine, more varieties of wurst than there were dandelion seeds in teyvat, and all kinds of lovely little trinkets from traditionally made wooden toys to handmade christmas tree ornaments. it’s like the one time of the year when parents are taking their children all the way to dragonspine to play with the snow, the time when citizens are flocking to the cathedral to pray to their lord (who just so happens to be the drunkard singing christmas carols in the tavern), the time when families are gathering by the fireplace to chat and bask in each other’s presence or sitting by the table to enjoy a lovingly prepared meal at christmas gatherings, parties and the like. even some members of the knights of favonius are taking a break no matter how busy they are— especially jean, lord knows how much the lady needs a break— and you and your husband kaeya already have loads of preparations underway for christmas gatherings and the like. 

it was a lovely thing. 

“merry christmas,” your brother-in-law— diluc ragnvindr, the wine tycoon himself— greets you as you enter the tavern after a long day of commissions (it was to be expected, what with all the preparations needed to be made for a safe and pleasant christmas). 

kaeya waves at you as you sit by the counter, before you peck his cheek and tuck some few of his luscious strands of blue hair behind his ear with a “hello, love”. 

“merry christmas to you too,” you reply to diluc, “even if it’s only, like— a whole week away?” 

“well, christmas in mondstadt starts a month before the actual day itself,” kaeya jokes, “and I’m sure my dear brother would be pleased to gift you whatever christmas present you’d like, wouldn’t you, diluc?” 

diluc grimaces as if looking at the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen. (it was funny.) “shouldn’t you be doing that for your own spouse, kaeya?” even the way he says his brother’s name sounds like he’s spitting it out, though you know he doesn’t truly despise him, and so you try your best to hold a snort. 

“oooh, ooh, master diluc!” paimon starts, rather discourteously (or maybe out of a lack of care for how the poor man would perceive her) waving her little arms about before his face, “maybe you can give us some really tasty, fancy food for christmas!” 

“hmm, expensive, too,” you join in, teasing him, “oh, please, diluc? or maybe even one of those new automobile machines they’re working on in fontaine…” 

it seems kaeya’s getting the hint— your hint, at least, since it seems like paimon is every bit serious about this unlike you and your husband. “well, you heard them, diluc—” 

“I am not getting you a car from fontaine of all places. and aren’t you already closely acquainted with the actual Chief Justice himself?” 

and on it went, with paimon naming every thing she could think of, and you (or your beloved kaeya) listing whatever else was more expensive than what she did as if you were raising the price at an auction— yet one difference this had from an actual auction was that instead of the buyers paying for the increasingly costly dishes, gifts and goods, it was poor master diluc instead. 

and your brother-in-law, though annoyed, was never fazed by the prices themselves and kept at the empty glasses he had been cleaning. 

—

“do you think he’ll actually get any of what we said we wanted?” you ask as the two you walk out the tavern, a dozed-off paimon in your arms. 

“I don’t think so,” kaeya begins, “but knowing him… well, let’s just say that whatever he decides to do will be interesting, to say the least.” 

“uh-huh,” you reply, raising a brow. 

—

there’s music playing from the gramophone, a jolly tune that kaeya hums as the fireplace crackles in tune with in delight. 

“kaeya,” you call. he stops mid-hum, setting down the cutlery on the table. he gets up immediately, like a pet to its owner’s voice, and suddenly you’re giggling fondly at the thought without having noticed it. 

“yes?” from behind his arms circle you like a warm, snug blanket, luscious and long strands of beautiful blue tickling your back and the nape of your neck, and his hand on your waist. 

“I think that madman really did it,” you grin, gesturing to the bottom of the ornately decorated (courtesy of both yours and kaeya’s ideas for where to place each and every ornament) christmas tree, and each of the gifts below them (from how you know what each one is, you’re quite sure he’s not the best gift-wrapper around, but definitely the wealthiest): a cutting-edge thirty-million-mora watch from fontaine, bespoke paimon-sized garments made from liyuean materials and handmade by inazuman tailors, and even a limited-edition TCG card yet to be fully released to the public (you know cyno would be punching the air right now if he knew). “or, at least, he tried to get some, even though some of the wishes we brought up were almost unfulfillable. he tried to get most of them.” 

“well I suppose we ought to just wait for him to come, if he’ll even visit,” kaeya says. 

“wonder how he even snuck it all here in the first place,” you jest, though you suppose the darknight hero had temporarily done some christmas duties in santa’s stead the night before, “and I’m sure that he’ll come,” you finish, pecking your husband on the cheek. 

— 

“merry christmas,” diluc says as he walks through the door, and although it’s late and most of the others have left, the clock has yet to strike midnight and it’s still christmas night. 

“and a happy christmas to you too, diluc,” kaeya greets, “and I was surprised you actually delivered. you wouldn’t happen to just be fooling us with the wrapping paper, would you?” 

“do you want me to have done so?” 

pft— even after regaining some of what they had before they bore the titles of estranged brothers, your husband was still absolutely incorrigible. (it was really funny, especially now that you knew each word they spoke to the other had less hate and more love than the last; that you knew it was more of playful jesting against a thoroughly annoyed sigh instead of vestiges of a duel many, many years ago.) 

but still. poor old master diluc, having to deal with his brother and his spouse, as well as the borderline unmeetable demands of said brother’s spouse’s long-time travelling companion. 

“haha! I was just joking, diluc. but thank you, for this, I suppose.” 

“mhm,” you add, “you should’ve seen paimon’s face when she saw the wrapping— actually, we were waiting for you to come so that we could open all of the presents together, right in front of the person who’d gotten them for us. 

“paimon!” you call, directing your voice to the rooms above you and up the stairs, “diluc’s here.” 

then she floats down, and, like a child, wags her legs about excitedly. “ooh, paimon was so excited for this!” 

so the four of you open the gifts together, untangling the poorly-tied ribbons (again, you’re sure diluc must have tried his best, and done so on his own, too) and tearing away at the wrapping paper. paimon squeals in delight with each gift opened, and kaeya whips out a kamera for a picture of the four of you. 

—

“merry christmas, diluc,” kaeya says, handing him the gift, “from me to you.” 

—

“grape juice, huh?” 

“of course. he likes it, after all,” kaeya answered as he sat by the christmas tree, wrapping paper, scissors and tape scattered all over the floor, and then he pointed to the leather-wrapped object beside him, “but this makes everything better.”

“a book? it looks beautiful,” you commented. 

“no, a photo album. to capture memories we used to store old mementoes and photos in old boxes, but now that kameras are getting more and more common than ever, I decided to get one like this. see?” he grinned, displaying its opened pages before you, “it has these cases to protect and preserve the photos inside.” 

“oh, kaeya,” you kissed his cheek, “it’s wonderful. I’m sure he’ll love it.” 

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wishing everyone a happy christmas ❤️!

[wings-of-ink]

Hi again! Now I'm done with replaying old content and with reading the new chapter!

And damn, I loved it so much!

I have to say, Duri is probably my biggest surprise here. With the character intros, I expected them to be my least favorite RO, but somehow, they "feel" quite different from what I imagined, and I ended up really adoring them! If I wasn't so in love with Oswin, I would certainly have picked them!

Also, "You just bonked a demigod on the nose and lived to tell the tale." has to be one of my favorite lines in an IF ever!

But you know what has me frustrated (not saying that in a bad way)? The fact because of everything that happened, Oswin STILL didn't tell MC what he wanted to tell them nor did he give them that famous gift! I neeeed to know so badly!

On that matter, I've been thinking a lot about what could have caused Oswin to distance himself from the MC the way he did, and so far, I have two main theories - though both may be wrong. I will share but obviously I'm not expecting you to comment on them as that would be spoilery! - First one would be that after the MC started being sick, he felt more and more helpless about that, and his frustration about not being able to help MC ended up translating as him being frustrated WITH MC. As a kid it's possible he didn't think as much on this, but the more he grew up, the more not being able to do anything could have bothered him. And then acting badly with MC could have led him to feel guilty and keep his distances even more. The thing that makes me hesitant about this one though is the fact Lakota already feels that sort of frustration too, and as a healer it makes more sense for him, so I don't know if it would be the same for Oswin. - Second one would be that as he grew up, Oswin started having romantic feelings for the MC, but since he was older than MC - even if both were teens - he felt bad about it, or simply didn't consider the MC could ever reciprocate because of the age gap, which while very small once a person is an adult is way "bigger" for teenagers. In that case, him being frustrated and angry and lashing out may have been a result of him setting himself up for rejection or considering a relationship - even in the future - would be impossible, and thus sort of putting a wall to prevent further damage, even if said wall CAUSED the damage. Though that would highly depend on Oswin canonically having feelings for MC regardless of player's choices when it comes to MC's feelings, and for the time being I really can't tell if that's the case.

Anyway, I'll stop here with the theories cause it's starting to be quite long! But I just need to ask... will we be able to cuddle with Duri again - no matter the form - even if not romancing them? My MC seems compelled to just hug people and animals!

Yay! I'm so happy you enjoyed it!

I was hoping Duri would gain a few more fans with their reveal and it seems that is happening. All the characters are layered, but Duri has some special flavors to discover. They're better experienced in story I think too; they shine a little more true.

And I am so glad you caught that bit with Oswin, my dear! You're the first so far to mention it. Your MC will get the chance to bring that up, don't you worry. He's such a tease sometimes without meaning to be, lol.

I like your take on Oswin, and all I will say (but I won't point to specifics) is that you are on one or more correct paths. Chapter 5 should yield a conversation that will help paint the picture as well. Also thinking I should do some POVs sometime soon, and Oswin has several moments that are well-suited to this.

Duri will be available for cuddles, even the platonic ones in the coming chapters. They're pretty affectionate, especially towards friends.

Thank you for the message my dear, I really enjoyed and appreciated it! ^_^

[legacygirlingreen]

Hi there! First off, I adore your writing! You are sooooo good! You have inspired me to start doing some of my own Clone Wars/TBB drabbles!

Second, I have some questions for Mae, because I am a huge fan! (She is so pretty and cool and fun!):

What are your Life Day plans this year (if you celebrate), and if you do observe the holiday, what would the perfect gift for you to receive be?

Well, first off, thank you so very much for the kind words! I try not to get caught up in the statistics associated with posting content online - as worrying over notes, kudos, reposts, etc only leaves one unfilled in the end. HOWEVER having such kind and uplifting words like yours are so inspiring when they do come. I definitely hope to read some of your work sometime if you post! 

I will try and have Mae answer, especially considering I see her as an extension of myself! So much of her is inspired by me and vice versa! As for answering your question… I’ll let our favorite doc take it away… 

Thank you again Anon! ~ M

(Mae's answer below)

Hi! It is so weird to know I have ‘fans’ in some ways… I consider myself to be quite the average lady! That being said, you so much! My story, albeit a bit unorthodox, is one I hope can inspire others that they may choose a different path. Despite not being the easiest, even if it means leaving all you’ve known: We as humans (or whatever brilliant species in this galaxy you may be!) have the choice to be who we’d like to be!

For life day, I’d say that yes, I do celebrate! Not always in the traditional, Wookie ways perhaps, but I do celebrate. I see Life Day as a chance for rebirth, renewal and starting over. So taking the day off, enjoying the company of those around me, and making sure everyone I hold dear knows they are appreciated! My favorite thing about Life Day is all the lights - warm candles or soft lighting inside along the tree. On my home world we used to participate in the ballet, and that is something I’ve come to associate with the day, even after all this time! 

As for gifts… I am not really sure… I consider myself a practical person. I have hobbies I enjoy, but I don’t find myself in need of a new surfboard at the moment. Things are stocked at the clinic. There’s not much I truly need… However, gifts from the heart always mean a lot to me. Homemade sculptures, or gifts that come from a place of intention. I suppose this year I’d love to just know I have everyone I care about close by!

From what I’ve learned so far, unfortunately Echo and Rex will be off world… so Aiko and I will make do the best we can until she gets to see Echo sometime after. I doubt my friend Rex will make a pitstop (whew that man is so busy!) Regardless I hope he has a good holiday and finds some relaxation regardless of where he is or what he’s doing (perhaps that is my Life day wish this year!) 

Keep an eye out for my friend Leena’s holiday adventures this year… I think she was going to document some of them for you since I tend to be a bit busy and struggle to find time to post them myself! Thank you again dear Anon! Sending you lots of love this Life Day! 💙💙💙

~ Mae 

(Reusing an old photo by @leenathegreengirl!)

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[copper-hopkins]

Christmas Eve whump, I'm writing on the clock cause my fuck ass boss can't close the store for a week.

It'd been 4 whole months since I'd been captured, and if I wasn't sure before, I was now. I am never going to escape. Even if I somehow leave, my captor has connections and money beyond my wildest imaginations and would be able to bring me back within a matter of days. In my despair, I checked the calendar. It's Christmas Eve, a holiday I used to celebrate. That was before my family found out what I was. It's been a couple of years since then, and I guess it's for the better. No mistletoe, hot cocoa, or presents for me anymore. I usually just cry at what used to be.

I walk out of my room to use the restroom and find the basement to be entirely decorated. Why would my captor do this? I guess it wants to lure me into a false sense of security. I brace myself and wince when I hear the door to the basement open. Of course, it's here today. Sometimes, it just leaves me alone here for days on end. I just wish today was one of those days. Call me a scrooge, but I hate Christmas. It calls down to me from the stairs, thumping down slowly. "Helllllooooooo, my darling. I hope you're excited about Christmas tomorrow! I decorated while you were asleep to surprise you." I shudder a bit. A surprise from this monster usually means that I get tortured in return somehow.

I don't look pleased at all. In fact, my eyes are puffy from when I realized what day it was. "Is something wrong, my dear? I-i thought you'd love this. In my research of you, I found so many old photos of you enjoying the holidays. I don't even celebrate Christmas myself, so this is all for you. Aren't you grateful?" It notices how closed off I am and sets down the presents in its arms. "I'm sorry, did I upset you? I wanted today to be happy. Are you upset about being away from your family? It's alright, I'm your new family now. Here." It wraps its arms around me tight, and I can't help but sob again. I shake and gently cling to the monster's fur. "I miss them, but they hate me. I'm just a demon to them. It's not my fault, I didn't mean to." I don't know why I started to break down in front of it, but I am. I try not to reveal too much about my past, as it knows basically everything anyway. It has a bit of a history gap from 3 to 2 years ago, but that's not my fault. I'd rather keep that a secret regardless. It holds me tighter, so much it hurts, and it's hard to breathe. It helps, though. It helps. I just want to be held, and this helps.

I decided to let my captor have its fun with the holiday spirit, and it honestly helped me relax. An old CD plays with Michael Bublé. It makes me laugh a bit to myself, as I haven't listened to anything like this in so long. Before much time has passed, I'm wrapped up in a blanket drinking hot cocoa. I never imagined that I would celebrate this holiday again, but here I am cuddling on a couch with a shapeshifter wearing a Santa hat.

"I have some gifts for you! I tried to get your favorites, as it's a special day tomorrow. I actually got a lot more than I should have, how I love to spoil my darling. I'll let you have one today and the rest tomorrow, then." It hands me a box wrapped in silver wrapping paper, with a red ribbon. It feels familiar somehow, but I brush it off. It puts me a bit on edge as I unravel the bow and take off the lid.

It's a sweater and pants. PANTS? You're kidding me. I actually start to shake with excitement. I very rarely get to wear anything to cover my scars, and now I get to keep a pair of pants? I forget to breathe at this small luxury. "I'm glad you like it, dear! I got myself a gift, too. Look in the bottom of the box." Why would it put a gift for itself in a box meant for me? I dig around the bottom of the box and find a small letter.

'Dear Oscar, Merry Christmas Eve! I hope you like the pants, I know you've been wanting them as a permanent staple in your wardrobe. I bet you're wondering why I'm feeling so generous, and here's why: I want to make this day truly special for both of us. Now, look behind you.'

What? I was reading so intently that I didn't notice the monster had gotten up from the couch. I look behind me, and it's holding a pair of handcuffs. Oh. There's not much of a point to struggling, as that thing can easily break all my bones if it wanted to. I've kinda given up hope, and today was trying to give me some. I follow it to the unfinished room in the basement, where it tortures and sometimes eats victims such as me. I'm chained to a table in the middle of the room with my stomach face down, and I begin to weep again. I thought today was going to be nice, but I guess not. I'm probably going to be whipped again, but I didn't do anything wrong. I've tried my best to be compliant for so long. It leaves for a moment before returning with a large metal rod and a cooler.

"I want you to remember today, my darling. That's why I got you this." It grabs a rectangular piece of metal out of the cooler with some gloves and screws it onto the metal pole. It is kind of cold in here. I think the metal has some sort of lettering on it, but it's reversed, so I can't quite read it. "Relax, this will only sting for a bit. Don't scream. Please. You know it hurts my big ears." With that, it goes behind me and lowers the pole down onto my back. A sharp, freezing sensation is piercing my skin. I take a huge inhale and try not to freak out as I realize what's happening. After a few bitterly cold seconds, the brand is removed, and my skin is not in as much pain as I thought. "There, all done for me. You did such a good job, darling." I decide to fight back a bit, "Did you just freeze brand me? What the fuck did you put into my skin?" I wriggle in my handcuffs and try to tilt my head back to see the mark. "Dont worry, darling. It just says that your my property is all. Isn't this great? It didn't hurt too bad, and I'm going to treat your wound well." I bite back my anger and try to act calm. "If I'm already yours, why do you need to mark me? It's not like you'll let anyone see me in public without a shirt on."

It sighs and mumbles, "Well, I didn't want to ruin the surprise, but if you're good, and choose to submit to me fully, maybe in a couple years I'll let you go out on your own. If anyone ever tries to lay their hands on you, ever, they'll see that you're mine. Isn't that just romantic?" Wait. Is it just going to let me go and be free? I suppose I should be grateful, but I can't. I shouldn't have been kidnapped in the first place, let alone kept down here for months on end. Now I'm marked like a prized cow, and no amount of Lazer removal can take it off. I. Hate. This. Monster.