#lavendar drabbles

[lavendarniko]

Vash Wolfwood Meryl Milly x poc!reader (Curly wash day)

For the longest time on your adventures with the Trigun Squad you’ve always ensured to reach a city and book an Inn every Sunday. Today would have been no different except you are exhausted and fed up and do not want to put in the effort to care for your hair. Your body is sore and your muscles ache at the thought of the washing and the products and the styling. You just wanted the day to be over but you couldn’t end it- not yet. You take a room key and hand off the rest to Meryl, already on the verge of tears as you open the door and chuck your travel sack onto a bed. You start to silently cry as you sit on the bed and fish out your hair products.

Vash (the loveliest sunflower 🌻):

Vash went to check on you immediately and the moment Vash steps into the room he already knows. The man simply picks you up and hauls you off into the bathroom even if you protest.

This man is surprisingly -not really since he’s had over a century to learn all sorts of shit- adept at washing through your hair. He does it all with what I call “salon hands” just working it in so well that it’s essentially a scalp massage, that leaves you dozing off. Coming in and out of consciousness to find him finger combing through your curls, ever so lovingly scrunching product into your hair, his every touch so sweet and gentle

You finally start to pay more attention when he takes your hair shirt and gently scrunches your curls mostly dry. He combs the products through your hair. Only to again find yourself surprised as he combs your hair tip to top without you having to even explain it.

The gentle action brings you to tears as he continues to brush your hair. “Jeez, am I really doing that bad a job, (Y/N)?”, he sheepishly asks. You wipe away your tears, “No, I just haven’t- it’s been so long since anyone- No one’s done my hair for me since I was little…”

Now that Vash has prompted you into talking, neither of you can shut up. The two of you cycle through topics as he takes his time to do your hair just like you like it. You’ve never heard him this soft spoken doing any task as he twists and ties off sections of your hair giving it a fun braided off ponytail look to it.

“So how does the front part of your coat work?”, you ask as he finishes up a braid, “If I undo all the buttons will it just flop off?” “No, the collar would stay since it’s actually attached to the coat”, Vash replies as he ties off the braid, “and you’d have to unbutton the waist part too for it to just flop open.” You make a small hum as you thought about it, only to start laughing at the mental image.

Most weeks you and Vash use your wash days to be closer with each other, it just serves as a good way to check on each other and talk with each other. On the rougher weeks it’s such a simple way to help him feel like he’s doing some good. And for you, to help pull him from whatever self-loathing spiral he’s in.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (El Woowoo 🐺):

He doesn’t come to check on you immediately, instead leaving you to stew and cry for a while. When he does finally come to the room you, he finds you shaking as you try to roughly comb through your hair. He takes the comb from your hands with a huff. “Don’t do that. Are you trying to rip your hair out?” He doesn’t pull an answer out of you as you continue to softly gasp and cry.

He acts so annoyed about helping you, huffing and puffing as he helps to comb through your tangled curly hair, but he does find it surprisingly meditative like counting rosary beads.The simple motion of holding a section of hair and combing it through tip to top and once more top to bottom for good measure Wolfwood finds relaxing. (Although if you mention anything about it he’ll simply deny it or not reply at all.)

I don’t think Wolfwood knows how to do much more than braids, plaids (not attached to the scalp braids), and plaid-like twists from his time at the orphanage. He’s not going to ask you what style you want. He’s gonna pick, like it or not.

“Well? You got anything to say?”, he’ll prompt once more. “Thank you, Wolfwood. I owe you at least a lollipop” “Damn right you do”, he says with a tone that’s so teasing and so him. You can’t see him but you hear his smile, “You’re done crying right?” “Yea…” you smile back.

There are times after where Wolfwood will ask if you need help- please tell him yes the man just wants to brush your hair again. He will make you sit between his knees, it secretly makes him feel like he’s at the orphanage doing one of the little one’s hair again.

It's mostly a silent activity. However, depending on how much hair you have he might whine about it. He hates sectioning your hair just to brush it out. Instead he brushes, twists, and ties off the section that he was holding. Don’t expect it to be even sections either. Also RIP to your small rubber bands he’s either breaking them or shooting them across the room. (“It’s not on purpose I swear”)

Meryl (tiniest badass 💗):

When Meryl finally makes it to the room to check on you, you’re a sobbing mess as you try to tackle the disaster that is your hair. She takes your hand and leads you to a chair, taking the comb from your hands. She gathers your products and hair supplies and places them on the table.

This might come as a shock, but Meryl doesn’t know the basics of hair care besides you have to brush it and wash it. So you do have to instruct Meryl through it all. But she learns quickly

You have to tell her how certain products work and in what order to put them in but she does it all with the cutest expression (one i think she would have accidentally gotten from Milly) where she pokes her tongue out between her lips as she tries her best to absorb the information.

When Meryl gets to brush your hair she goes top to bottom, but stops immediately when you wince in pain. She apologizes so quickly, “Jeez (Y/N) I see why you were crying. This does seem like a lot”

You and Meryl make merry as you chat about the various hairstyles you’ve had over your lifetime. “I used to have long hair before I joined the Bernardelli Insurance society” “Really?”, you exclaim. “Yeah, but it was a hassle. I’ve got no clue how Milly deals with it.” “You know…”, you trail off, “I can’t imagine you or Milly looking any different than you do now.” “No?” You start to shake your head then stop, “No, short hair really suits you Meryl” She laughs and it makes your heart race, her laugh is everything to you. The sound really brightens up your day. You begin to slouch as she takes her time to really try and brush your hair through in a way that won’t hurt you or rip your hair.

Meryl doesn’t do your hair often, but she does take the time to sit with you as you do your hair. Slowly, she learns how to do your hair until she’s one day comfortable enough to do it for you. You thank her every time and find it the perfect excuse to be close to her before you're ready to reveal just how in love with her you really are.

Milly (My beloved ❣️):

Milly goes to find you immediately. As soon as she’s given the key she leaves to check on you. She could see it on your face long before you all arrived into town. Milly has been trying her best, offering more hugs, and even offering a share of her pudding (my angel) so it breaks her heart when she sees you crying as you pull out all your hair products from your bag.

Milly forces (politely asks) you to get into the bath and let her handle it. She takes care of stripping your clothes and running the bath. She takes care to scrub you down of the desert sand, her every action done with care.

She doesn’t really know how to care for your hair type but she takes the time to read instructions on the bottles, washing your hair thoroughly and sweetly rinsing it outgoing ever so careful as to not let it sting your eyes. Any bottles without instructions she simply asks you how to use it or how much to use.

“(Y/n)”, she asks as she holds up the bottle, “How much do you need?” You look back at her bleary eyed as you respond, “I use just enough to fill my palm, sometimes a little less…” “Oh (Y?n), don’t fall asleep yet”, she scrubs your scalp with the shampoo, “I don’t know much of the conditioner I should be using.” You just smile at her, Milly is too sweet for you to resist hugging with your wet body. It makes her squeal as it soaks her clothes.

After Milly dries you and herself she carefully picks up and reads through the other bottles and jars of your hair products. She picks up a moisturizing jar and you watch her carefully read the label as you sit on a chair. She gets a large dollop and begins to foam it up between her hands. Then, to your surprise, she finger-combs it through your hair. “Wow (Y/n) this smells so sweet, and it looks just like pudding!” It draws a laugh out of you.

I would say Milly definitely knows how to brush your hair. Her long hair has a tendency to get knots and snags after a night’s sleep. So she sections it off and brushes your hair tip to root with a gentle touch. She would probably braid it off after she’s done with that particular section. If you always wear it in a particular way, she’ll have you walk her through it. If you put fun decorations in it she’ll ask to use them in your hair. Overall it becomes a fun way to include Milly into your self-care day. You find yourself including her more and more, allowing her to play and style with your hair more often than you do.

[ashesandhackles]

Rarepair Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @merlins-sequined-hotpants .Given that my OTP is a rarepair that is slowly gaining popularity, I'm just going to use this to rec fics, because I apparently can be convinced of anything if I enjoy the writing:

Flying Lessons by @phantomato

Andromeda/Hooch, post-war. A one-shot from first person POV - Andromeda here is deliciously sharp and cutting ('Ted liked that I was mean'), and this piece is an incisive look into her fears, grief and healing.

Empire Builders by shecrows

James/Sirius. The Prongsfoot fandom lost their minds over this fic and rightly so. The fic captures the toxic tenderness of two codependent teenagers, who are figuring it out but want to get this right. There is such deep love between them and the fic reached a place deep inside me.

Bookbinding by @saintsenara

Tom/Myrtle. A romantic comedy with Tom Riddle and Moaning Myrtle. Funny, fluffy, moving - all at once. And also provides the steady assurance that you can annoy your love interest into falling in love with you. Thanks for the lesson, Myrtle. I am a #changed woman.

Regretfully Yours by @maria-de-salinas

Petunia/Snape! Maria writes them with such history and familiarity and I was immediately onboard the ship. These are two people who know each other from the time of their old accents, and she draws out their grief and sameness so tenderly. This also has a sequel that I cant wait to start reading!

in another life by @broomsticks

Peter/Bertha. Ever since I read GOF, I wondered why we didn't get more of Peter and Bertha Jorkins who apparently went on a walk with him to the forest for hookup. Anyway, Jackie delivered with this drabble and I love how she used disparate elements of canon and pulled them together.

sore subject by @incalculablepower

Parvati Patil/Demelza Robbins. Parvati Patil/ Lavendar Brown. No one does the chaotic rom com vibe of HBP - confusion,denial, bubbling attraction - better than incalculable power.

knotweed by @turanga4

Sprout/Pomphrey. Quiet, steady, contemplative - there is this quality of wisdom and maturity than runs through turanga's fics and it lends beautifully to pair of women in the last year of war.

a wilder beast from West than all were by eldritcher

Andromeda/Rufus Scrimgeour. Glorious, glorious myth breaking and social commentary all at once. Obsessed with this piece. (eldritcher can convince me of anything, even Snape/giant squid and yes there is a wonderful meditative Snape/giant squid as part of their work)

Till We have Faces by TeddieJean

Andromeda/Rodolphus. I wanted something done with twin imagery of Bellatrix and Andromeda and how that affects identity..and I got it all baked underneath this oneshot.

Three Knocks on Door by lunatik_pandora

Lily Potter/Nymphadora Tonks. Dark, grotesque, funny - there is so much in this fic. A very hypnotic Lily and a Tonks who senses the danger and runs towards it anyway.

[harrypocter]

Week 2 Round Up - Parvati Patil and Angelina Johnson

Angelina Drabble by @turanga4

Grief brings Angelina and George together. 

Advice by @alohaemora

First year Parvati stands up against Pansy Parkinson. 

Love by @alohaemora

A moment capturing love and strength between Angelina and her step-mother.

A Thousand Eyes by @ashesandhackles

The Patil twins see things in Malfoy Manor that will stay with them.

Stick Together by @starlingflight

The sorting - the first time the twins were seperated.

O Captain! My Captain! by @uncertainwallflower

The moment Angelina gets announced captain of the Quidditch team.

Dancing Queen by @hinnyfied

Parvati and Lavendar have a chat about who they’d like to go to Yule Ball with.

Parvati by @sleepstxtic-drarry

A celebration of Parvati’s name and heritage in a lovely moment between Parvati and her mother.

Weekday Afternoon by @lanaturnergetup

Angelina and George decide to get married. In the middle of the week.

Gossip by @merlins-sequined-hotpants

Who else can go up against the notorious Rita Skeeter except Parvati Patil?

The Yule Ball by @merlins-sequined-hotpants

Angelina feels tiny whispers of regret about her date to the ball.

Broken by @merlins-sequined-hotpants

The moment that changes George forever, the moment that haunts Angelina.

Princesses by @turanga4

A moment before the Yule ball between the Patil twins.

Homecoming by @bluethepineapple

Padma returns to her sister after suffering a harrowing ordeal under the Carrows regime.

Fritter by @ashesandhackles

Parvati and Dean have a chat during the Umbridge regime of the school.

A Whole New World by @broomsticks

There is a new pairing for AO3 and it's Angelina/Petunia. The drabble features the pairing doing what they love best.

The Funeral by @maknoll

Angelina's POV of Fred's funeral at the Burrow.

Adventure by @hinnyfied

Angelina's first shopping trip to the Diagon Alley.

Team photo by @ashesandhackles

The Gryffindor Quidditch team of OOTP timeline takes a photo.

Treasure by @bluethepineapple

Triwizard Champion Angelina Johnson AU. Angelina has to retrieve what she would miss most.

Works inspired by the fest:

Sore Subject by @incalculablepower

[toto-dreamer]

sometimes, i like writing flowery poetry. this is how that went yesterday

[therenlover]

🍄 with our dearest Baron + prompt 19 from kisses (forehead kisses) also CONGRATS ON THE BIG MILESTONE YAYYYY I AM SO PROUD OF YOUUUU HERE IS TO 1k 🍾 AND TO MANY MOREEE 🥂🎉🎉

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I just watched Ladies In Lavendar tonight, so this was very inspired by that setting. I hope you enjoy it!

Confessions Over Coffee, A Helmut Zemo x Reader Drabble

Prompt: Forehead Kisses With Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Warnings: Mentions of Drinking/Hangovers

Word Count: 1000~

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The cottage was like a world in and of itself. 

You rarely had to leave. The community was small, a seaside town where the trappings of modernity were kept at bay by tradition, so all of your business could be conducted on foot or by bike. Your little back garden grew vegetables and flowers and with the money Helmut had stashed away from his life before you lived comfortably. 

In that house on the cliffs near the sea, things were safe. It had taken a few years to gain the trust of the locals, ever fickle and set in their ways, but soon enough you were neighbors instead of foreigners. Even if someone were to come to try to find you and drag you back to the world outside, none of your friends would even let them get close. You were safe. So, you learned to relish in the little things and let yourself relax. 

This morning, the little thing you chose to enjoy was coffee. 

Usually, you would have had tea, but Helmut had come back late from a meeting with his friends at the pub and was going to be incredibly hungover when he woke up. A cup of strong, black coffee would do him good. As you poured his cup from the french press you paused for a moment before pouring your own. Caffeine was still fine in moderation, that was what the doctor said. Resolutely, you poured your own mug and added plenty of sugar. 

It only took Helmut a few more minutes to rouse himself from his dreamless sleep and stumble into the kitchen where you waited. The second he saw you, he smiled. Despite that, you could tell he was battling a severe headache from his escapades the night before. Now that he wasn’t drinking as frequently, they tended to hit him twice as hard after half the alcohol. You offered him his cup of coffee with a sly smile. 

“I thought you’d need this,” Your voice was a lilting tease. 

He took the mug from you gratefully, squinting against the rising daylight that streamed in from what felt like every direction. “You were correct, Schatz, thank you,” For every ounce of gratitude in his sleep-rough voice, though, there was an equal measure of exhaustion. It really had been a late night. Maybe today wasn’t the right morning for news…

No. You steeled yourself. It was better to do it now, in the soft glow of the morning as Helmut wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close, than to do it later. 

With a deep breath, you leaned into his touch. “How was your night?”

“Long,” He groaned, “Franz insisted we stay for another round every time I tried to slip away,” 

“But did you enjoy yourself?” 

“Not nearly as much as I would have if you had come with me,” The fingers on his free hand laced with yours as he drank deeply from the cup, letting his eyes flutter shut. “We missed you last night, by the way. Magda was sure to remind me that she was bored without your company at least once an hour for the duration of the night,”

You swept a small lock of his hair away from his forehead. “I’m afraid Madga has lost her drinking buddy for a while,”

Helmut stilled. Confusion laced every feature on his tired face as he searched your eyes for some sort of clue, the key to the puzzle you had laid in front of him. “I… I don’t understand, Schatz. Did… did something happen? Have I done something to upset you?” 

A smile spread across your face as you shook your head no. “I just can’t drink, darling,” 

“Can’t drink? You’ve drunk me under the table hundreds of-”

“I’m pregnant,” 

He froze. It was as if in an instant his hangover had disappeared and he was viewing the world with newfound clarity. “What?” 

Your grin grew wider. “I’m pregnant, Helmut, we’re having a baby,” 

Helmut’s world stopped turning. The only thing that mattered was him and you and the child you carried with you. With a trembling hand, he set down his mug on the counter before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. “Mein Gott, Schatz, I… Mein Gott,” His voice trembled as he spoke. All you could do was run your hand through his hair as he put together his thoughts. “How long?”

“Two weeks,” you murmured. “When I went into town for groceries I stopped by the doctor’s and had then run a blood test. I’m about a month and a half along now,”

“And you didn’t tell me?” His words held no vitriol as he pulled back, letting his hands rest on your stomach, tracing the curves there as if he expected a bump. 

“I was waiting for the right time,” 

Slowly, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. It lasted only a second, but it conveyed things words could never say as you stood, all three of you connected, basked in the glow of the sunlight from the big windows behind you. You had never felt more at peace. 

“You have given me a great gift, Schatz,” Helmut whispered, lips still inches from your face as he pulled away, “and I promise, I will be with you every step of this journey, for better or for worse,” 

“Even when I’m vomiting on your shoes?” 

He chuckled. “Even when you’re vomiting on my shoes, though I’d hope that I could get you to a restroom before that had to happen,”

It was easy to fall against his chest and giggle, relishing in the soft vibrations of his laughter. “This baby is going to be the most loved creature on this whole planet. Especially with a great papa like you,” 

Helmut couldn’t help but agree. In the back of his mind, he could see another shining pair of eyes, still misty from joyful tears, and a child long dead and buried. He smiled. 

“That they will be, Schatz. I’ll make sure of it,”

[phdmama]

Hello lovely~~ May I ask herb, seedling, and sunflower for the cottagecore asks? 💖💖

Ooo thank you darling!! xox

Herb: What is a scent you find relaxing?

Well here's the thing. I love scents and I'm obsessed with finding my perfect spicy bisexual scent (though I'm working on cognitive flexibility ha ha so being open that I could actually love more than one scent) but Covid appears to have really damaged my sense of smell. I know folks who say it took a year to really come back, so I'm hopeful it'll keep healing but yeah. That being said. I love florals (lilac, rose, lavendar), I love spicy scents, vanilla if it's a vanilla I like (suuuuper picky). When I was little and had nightmares, my mom would spritz me with her perfume so scent has always been a comfort for me.

Seedling: What is something you want to begin learning?

In terms of something concrete, I'd love to learn the oboe but I think that's unlikely. Generally, I'm of the "always learning always growing" life philosophy! Because no learning is ever wasted.

Sunflower: What is one thing that brightened your day today?

Well the day is young yet so who knows will happen but! I have accomplished a couple of things already, I've got a lot to do today, but I'm feeling very brightened by the fact that @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm seemed to like my little drabble from yesterday!!

Gentle Cottagecore Emoji Asks

[fanaticfangirl001]

So a small drabble series Harry is going to marry a Slytherin Oc, named Hemlock, she’s from a sacred 28 family and she’s Trewlaney’s favorite student should it happy or really sad in the begining bc I just remembered the prophecy abt Lavendar’s rabbit dying, what if Sybil lied or misread it. 

Lavendar is the rabbit. 

[lowat-golden-tower]

Gilded Dreams

So I said I was gonna do it, and I’m doing it lmao. Daily Sanders Ship Valentine’s challenge! Click through if you want to know more about it, but basically I’ll be doing little snippets all month long based on the daily theme.

And how fortunate! Today is February 1st and it’s Prinxiety! If you’ve been watching my blog, you’ll know exactly where this is going...

Based off the idea of an Anastasia AU, a lot of inspiration struck thanks to @fangirltothefullest. They’ve done art for the AU, go check it out! It’s amazing, they’re amazing. At any rate! This is way more flow of thought drabble than anything, and I am really rusty, but I hope you shippers get some level of enjoyment out of this. So! Without further ado, here’s day one of the challenge!

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"On the wind, 'cross the sea, hear this song and remember...."

Virgil paused at the familiar sound of the almost haunting lullaby, just barely audible through the wall. Craning his neck, as if lifting his ear would make the words less muffled, he adjusted the pile of linens held in his arms.

"Soon you'll be, home with me, once upon a December...."

He could hear the shuffle of steps as well, and could already guess at what the young prince was doing. For a brief moment, he pursed his lips; narrowly resisting the habit to chew at them. Then, with a huff, he carefully set the dirty laundry aside and nudged open the hidden door with his shoulder.

"Dancing bears, painted wings, gold gleams like an ember...."

Blue eyes, such a deep blue one might almost say they were purple in hue, peered out into the lavishly decorated room. Unlike the musty servant corridor, the scents of lavendar and rosewater wafted from the space. The lights had yet to be switched on as plenty from the dying sunset poured through the massive windows, basking the entire room in swaths of golden orange and gleaming brass. The epitome of a gilded life; a life Virgil had only been capable of viewing from afar. Always the onlooker, but never to touch.

A blur of movement reminded him that he wasn't alone and he sucked in a tiny breath, ducking back further into the dreary corridor with its old beams and excess of cobwebs. Thankfully, it didn't seem the prince had noticed his presence, as he was quite content to continue his little dance amidst his plethora of toys and possessions.

"And this song, someone sings, which I fondly remember...."

Heartbeat having slowed and his status as remaining hidden confirmed, Virgil found his curiosity- and his confidence- returning. He nudged open the door again to peek further out, eyes following the prince's elegant footwork around the room. He'd been trained to dance from a young age, of course, even younger than they were now. Soon he would no doubt be dancing with other princes like the one who'd been present at the last ball; accepting courters and no doubt stealing the hearts of many. Watching the sunset glint off his auburn hair and that dazzling smile made the whole thing feel like a dream.

"Soon you'll be, home with me, once upon a December...."

The final note of that verse was drawn out, the prince's melodic voice reverberating in the otherwise near-silence of the room like a church organ. Only the tinkling of the music box accompanied him and Virgil felt the surrounding air steal the very breath from his lungs. He felt his heartbeat increase again, but it didn't feel like the fear of being caught this time, as he watched the prince's dance slow with his words.

"And this song, we will sing...."

The voice pitched up, and Virgil's mouth went dry, his knuckles bone white from how hard he was clutching at the little door. The prince had come to a halt on his tiptoes, back bending like a bow and chin tilted up towards the fall of the sun. The marble statues in the palace, in the gardens, paled in comparison to his golden visage. No mortal hands could ever hope to chisel such awe, such perfection, such a regal air and confidence earned by birthright. Virgil couldn't stop himself from shrinking as the prince lowered back onto his heels once more, raised arms falling to his sides.

"Once... upon... a December...."

The music box trickled to a halt as well, but the prince was still beaming, giddy and content as ever. Virgil abruptly realized he'd stopped breathing at some point and quickly inhaled- perhaps too loudly. Confusion and an almost startled expression appeared on that handsome face, and it started to turn his way.

Virgil cursed under his breath, something the head butler would have clapped him about the ears for if he'd been present to hear it. In a flash, he'd shut the little door as quietly as he could manage. Now that he'd remembered to breathe the breaths were coming deep and fast at the fact he'd nearly been caught peeping on the prince of all people. His heart hammered away in his chest, sweat beading on his skin and turning clammy in the drafty corridor. Swallowing hard at the familiar numbness beginning to seep into his limbs, Virgil forced them to move and gather up the dirty linens once more.

He stumbled, swaying dangerously from one side to another before remembering how to properly walk and setting a rapid pace. Stupid, stupid, stupid- that was stupid. Incredibly stupid. Horrendously stupid. What was he thinking?

Still, as he tromped shakily down the narrow staircase towards the basement, he couldn't keep the tinkling of that soft little melody out of his head. Nor could any amount of panic or fear erase the silhouette of the prince in a fiery sunset. By the time he reached the laundry room he was flushed, and not from his rush. He dumped the linens on top of a pile with the rest, combed fingers back through his chestnut hair, and awkwardly shrugged off the teasing chuckles of the other servants present.

Oh, if only they knew it was no serving girl he had his eyes set on. It seemed his heart would never conform to the boundaries of his head.

[blackmxgepyro]

Heir Apparent

(( While drawing this picture these few days (aside from the background that I didn’t draw cause I SUCK), I decided that I wanted to write a drabble about Neena and how she handled her first forced social interaction. Safe to say she didn’t enjoy it very much as you’d expect! This drabble includes Seraphine ( @lust-in-lavendar​ ) when she worked for the Durendaire House. There is also a certain character of @thedarkestdragonknight​‘s that is possibly alluded to at the end~~~~~ ;3  ))

"Presenting the new heir of House Durendaire!" Called out one of the family's retainers and Neena's mouth went dry. The eyes of every person in the room turned towards her and in that moment she felt like she was being judged. Anxiety that had been slowly building through the day peaked and she started to tremble ever so slightly. Everyone was watching her, waiting to see what she would do and judge it with extreme prejudice.

Why are they staring. Stop staring!

"Neena."

What do they want from me?!

"Don't keep them waiting, sweetheart." Said the gentle voice of Seraphine as her hands gently landed on her trembling shoulders. They gripped onto the blades, insuring that the child didn't bolt at the last second.

I don't know what to do. What am I supposed to do?! The social pressure started to constrict her throat. I don't want this; I never wanted this! She felt like she was going to break down at any moment.

Count Charlemend put that as his heir?!

I can't lie, I'm a bit disappointed.

He looks like he was picked off the street! How can someone like that bring honor to this House?

The whispers from everyone flooded into her ears and tears threatened to surface. "Mommy..." she muttered, desperate for some consolation and protection from the hostile looks she was getting. Her hands, which were folded behind her back, gently gripped at her nanny's clothes.

"Neena, they're waiting for you to say something." Seraphine said again while gently trying to push the nine year old towards the small crowd. She nearly dug her heels into the carpet to avoid being pushed closer to the condescending Ishgardians, not that it worked. Before she could stop her, Neena was standing directly before the crowd. Her chest tightened as if she were wearing a corset and there was nothing left she could do but force herself to be calm. 

Lessons ingrained into her mind kicked in and there was a bow before her voice spilled out with courteous mannerisms and fancy words. She didn't understand what she was saying, but that didn't matter; Neena caught the attention of everyone in the room. There were relieved sighs and small chuckles before the dinging of wine glasses and claps waved through the room. In a few minutes it was  all over and she could finally disappear; or so she thought.

"You need to stay here, your father wants you to socialize with your peers."

"He doesn't care where I'm at. I did what I was supposed to! I should be allowed to go back to my room now!"

"Neena." Sera's voice grew a tad stern and the child looked away in shame. "He's your father, of course he cares. That's why you have to socialize, he wants you to make friends. He wants you to be happy." The voice had become soft, but that didn't matter to Neena; she didn't believe her. 

"If that's true he would have stopped mother from being murdered." Neena said accusingly, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "He doesn't want me to be happy; he just wants an heir and there's no one else to replace Carvallain." No one competent anyway. 

A sigh came from Seraphine "Then do it for me, I want you to be happy, Neena. How about we start off getting something eat. The cooks worked hard to make this food, you would do well by eating some of it at least." After a moment or two, Neena slowly nodded, though the frown still present on her face. She followed after her nanny, ignoring the lingering stares upon her and the glares from those who still weren't convinced.  

Sniveling brat.

Most comments went above her head as she gathered her food, but this one in particular caused Neena to stop in her tracks. Her back felt like a target of an angry, dangerous gaze and cautiously the young Elezen peered over her shoulder. Slowly, her light blue eyes scanned the room, trying to put the voice to a face and in that moment, her eyes locked on another's. Piercing white eyes bore into her and she nearly dropped her plate due to sheer terror. They spelled murder.

You don't deserve this privilege.

"Neena, your plate!" Before it fell, Sera caught the food before it was wasted. She scolded Neena for being careless, but the child wasn't paying much attention. She looked back to where she met those eyes, only to find the owner gone. 

Where did he go? He was just there! She wondered and despite returning to what she had been doing, Neena never could shake the feeling she was being watched. For the rest of the night she was looking over her shoulder and sticking close to Seraphine. She had forgotten, temporarily, about going back to her room and stayed around the crowd of people for the rest of the evening. In public she was safe; or at least that was what she believed. When it was time to retire for the night, Neena insisted Sera stay with her.

"I can't stay tonight, sweetheart, I have duties to do." She had said, but Neena insisted; she didn't feel safe. 

“Can you at least sing me to sleep? Please??” The child clutched to her nanny like her life depended on it and gave her the biggest, watery eyes she could muster.

"Alright, but once you’re asleep, I must go. I’ll be sure to notify one of the knights to watch over you before I leave." She promised. Neena didn't like it, but knew it was the best thing she was going to get.

Sera sang a soothing lullaby, one that Neena heard countless times and countless times it had brought her into a peaceful sleep. Her eyes grew heavy and as her sight faded, she saw the lips of her nanny curl to a sweet smile before pecking her forehead.

"Good night, my little one~"

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Title: Assassination Author: Savva Rating: MT Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,226 Summary: Some words are just too long and difficult to remember. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Alternate Links: ff.net  Published: August 17, 2013 Themes: Alcohol Hermione: Bossy, Feisty Locations: Malfoy Manor Characters: Narcissa Malfoy Note: Part of Savva’s Summer Rain Dramione drabbles compilation.

Title: Assertiveness Pays Author: venominred Rating: MA/NC-17 Genre(s): Plot? What Plot?  Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,500 Summary: A chance meeting, some spilled tea, and a mutual attraction. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Fest/Exchange: hp_kinkfest Published: February 28, 2011 Draco: Long Hair, Redeemed Hermione: Bossy Locations: Draco’s Flat/House

Title: Assurance Author: Hanako A Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Humor Chapters: 1 Word Count: 8,183 Summary: Hermione knew that if she didn’t have a date of her choosing, then she would have several of her friends’ choosing. That was when she had the brilliant idea to try to invite Draco along.  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: September 22, 2008 Relationship: Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Breakup/Together Again Themes: Apologies [Draco & Hermione], Insecurity Draco: Redeemed Hermione: Auror, Emotional Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendship: Draco & Goyle, Draco & Pansy, Draco & Theo, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron Characters: Gregory Goyle, Narcissa Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott Character Point of View/POVs: Hermione

Title: At Long Last Author: cullens_pet Rating: NC-17 Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 6 Word Count: 5,413 Summary: “I’m going to make buttons out of your bones, Malfoy!” Hermione gritted out as she thrashed about trying dislodge his grip on her wrists. Draco chuckled darkly. “I don’t think so, Granger. I recall telling you a few moments ago that I was going to show you how hard things could be. I aim to deliver on that promise.” A veela Dramione drabble fic Status: Complete Timeline: War Alternate Links: ff.net Published: August 6, 2012  Completed: August 11, 2012 Themes: Endearments/Pet Names, Veela Draco: Veela Hermione: Feisty

Title: At Long Last Author: literaryspell/LiteraryBeauty Rating: M/R Genre(s): Drama, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 6,824 Summary: Hermione left the Wizarding World with her son four years ago. What was she running from, and what will she do when the past catches up with them both? Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Alternate Links: FF.net  Published: June 10, 2009 Relationship: On-off Relationship Pregnancy/Children: Accidental Pregnancy, Children Names [Orion], Draco-Doesn’t-Know Themes: Deception, Running Away, Travel [New Zealand] Draco: Business Man, Draco’s Feelings Hermione: Emotional Locations: New Zealand Side Pairings: Lucius/Narcissa Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy

Title: At The High Table Author: MissiAmphetamine  Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Friendship Chapters: 4 Word Count: 25,236 Summary: The Transfiguration and Muggle Studies professors happily have no reason to interact with each other…except at meals, where fate - and poor seating arrangements - place them far too close for comfort. Hermione fears she may be driven to murder Malfoy with her fork, but instead resigns herself to attempting professional courtesy, and finds out that people change. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: March 5, 2014 Completed: June 3, 2014 Themes: Apologies [Draco] Draco: Hogwarts Professor [Transfiguration], Redeemed Hermione: Hogwarts Professor [Muggle Studies] Locations: Great Hall, Hogwarts Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendships: Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Harry Characters: Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom Featured Holidays: Christmas

Title: At The Park Author: yourebrilliant Rating: K Genre(s): Humor, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,223 Summary: He only sees her on Saturdays. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, Semi-Epilogue Compliant Alternate Links: AO3 Published: January 6, 2011 Themes: Marital Problems/Divorce Draco: Broody, Divorced, Redeemed, Snarky Hermione: Divorced, Feisty Characters: Hugo Weasley, Ron Weasley, Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy

Title: At the Quidditch World Cup Author: ladymacbeth99 Rating: K+ Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,496 Summary: The incident at the Quidditch World Cup involving the Death Eaters seemed harmless enough to Draco-until it occurred to him that Granger could be in danger from his own parents. Not that he was concerned for her, of course…  Status: Complete Timeline: Year 4 Published: November 25, 2011 Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley

Title: At The Turning Of The New Year Author: RZZMG Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 1 Word Count: 9,313 Summary: Epilogue to “The Hate Of His Life.” 2010 has come, and Draco Malfoy finds that sometimes unexpected miracles happen at the turn of a decade. Will he and Hermione Granger get their chance after all? One-shot. Romance/Hot Shagging-DM x HG.  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, Semi-Epilogue Compliant Holiday: Christmas/New Year’s Published: January 10, 2010 Themes: Affection, Alcohol,Events/Celebration [Party], Endearments/Pet Names, Games/Challenges/Dares [Drinking Game] Draco: Business Man, Divorced, Draco’s Feelings, Redeemed, Sex God Hermione: Divorced, Emotional, Hermione’s Feelings, Know-It-All Locations: Malfoy Manor Side Pairings: Ernie/Astoria Friendships: Hermione & Harry Characters: Harry Potter  Prequel: The Hate Of His Life - T, one shot - Draco Malfoy looks at his relationship with Hermione Granger over the last 7 years as his side and hers collide in battle. Maybe Dumbledore was right about love being at the heart of every decision. Canon, 7th Yr.

Title: At Waterloo Author: yenesi Rating: R Genre(s): Romance  Chapters: 1 Word Count: 6,813 Summary: Several days before his 30th birthday, Draco is upset, and questioning his life and the choices he has made. Can he finally make the right one, or will it be too late when he at long last makes his move?  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, AU Fest/Exchange: dmhgficexchange Published: July 3, 2006 Themes: Apologies [Draco], Baths/Showers, Jewellery, Presents/Gift Giving [From Hermione to Draco] Draco: Draco’s Feelings, Healer Hermione: Healer Locations: Draco’s Flat/House, Hermione’s Flat/House, St. Mungo’s Side Pairings: Draco/Original Characters Characters: Original Characters Character Birthdays: Draco

Title: Atonement Author: SomethingBlue42 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 16 Word Count: 29,017 Summary: After Lord Voldemort’s victory, Hermione Granger is bought by Draco Malfoy, the Dark Lord’s most trusted servant. The longer she stays at Malfoy Manor the more she comes to learn that while Malfoy is vicious and unrelenting, not everything is as it seems. Status: Complete Timeline: War Fest/Exchange: hermione_smut Alternate Links: LJ Published: November 14, 2011 Themes: Endearments/Pet Names, Injuries [Hermione], Kidnapping/Imprisonment [Hermione is Draco’s prisoner], Promises, Voldemort Wins, Wandless/Non-verbal Magic [Draco] Draco: Death Eater, Draco’s Feelings, Redeemed Hermione: Emotional, Feisty Locations: Diagon Alley, Flourish and Blotts, Malfoy Manor Characters: Adrian Pucey, Blaise Zabini, C. Warrington, Dean Thomas, Dennis Creevey, Ginny Weasley, Gregory Goyle, Lavender Brown, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Seamus Finnigan, Vincent Crabbe Character Deaths: Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Ron Weasley Featured Holidays: Christmas

Title: Atrophy in the Library Author: applecede Rating: PG-13 Genre(s): General, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4,166 Summary: Hermione finds her own personal library in Draco Malfoy. Status: Complete Timeline: Hogwarts Years, AU Fest/Exchanged: dmhgficexchange Published: November 28, 2005 Draco: Smoker Hermione: Know-It-All Characters: Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley

Title: Attention Author: jess_lovecat04 Rating: MA/NC-17 Genre(s): Humor, Plot? What Plot? Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,102 Summary: No Summary Status: Complete Timeline: Hogwarts Years Locations: Slytherin Dungeons

Title: Auld Lang Syne Author: Minervasrevenge Rating: G Genre(s): Fluff, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,391 Summary: The beginning of a romance starts at the unlikeliest moment. Status: Complete Timeline: Post Hogwarts/Post War, EWE Fest/Exchange: Written in 2008 for LJ comm dramione_awards Published: March 18, 2015 Completed: March 18, 2015 Relationship: Friendship, Progressive Themes: Events/Celebrations Draco: Redeemed, Auror Hermione: Ministry employee Side Pairings: Ron/Lavendar Featured Holidays: New Years

Title: Aurelian Author: BittyBlueEyes Rating: T Genre(s): Action, Mystery, Romance Chapters: 43 Word Count: 271,132 Summary: Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war  turns the world upside down. Hermione’s quiet, post-war life will never be the same. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-war, War Alternate Links: AO3  Published: December 25, 2010  Completed: May 15, 2011 Relationship: Engaged/Married (At Some Point) Pregnancy/Children: Children Names [Aurelian] Themes: Cooking/Baking [Hermione], Cruciatus Curse [Hermione], Curses/Spells, Injuries [Hermione], Magical Items, Pensieves [Draco & Hermione], Polyjuice [Draco], Sharing a Bed, Time Travel [Children] Draco: Draco’s Feelings, Draco’s Patronus, Redeemed, Snarky Hermione: Bossy, Feisty, Know-It-All Locations: Diagon Alley, Grimmauld Place, Knockturn Alley, Malfoy Manor, Ministry of Magic, The Burrow, The Three Broomsticks Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Draco & Ginny, Draco & Harry, Draco & Pansy, Draco & Ron, Draco & The Weasleys, Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron Characters: Andromeda Tonks, Arthur Weasley, Bellatrix Lestrange, Bill Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Charlie Weasley, Dennis Creevey, Fleur Delcour, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Grangers, Harry Potter, Katie Bell, Luna Lovegood, Molly Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, Original Characters, Pansy Parkinson, Percy Weasley, Ron Weasley, Rodolphus Lestrange, Teddy Lupin

Title: Autumn Chill Author: Inspire Rating: T Genre(s): General Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4,653 Summary: An unexpected chill falls over a Samhain bonfire festival. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Fest/Exchange: luvlikerocketz Alternate Links: LJ Holiday: Halloween/Samhain Published: October 31, 2009 Themes: Events/Celebrations [Festival], Matchmaking/Blind Dates [Matchmakers: Ginny & Blaise] Draco: Redeemed, Snarky Side Pairings: Blaise/Ginny Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Hermione & Ginny Characters: Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley

Title: Avoiding the Dragon  Author: PrincessHamideh  Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Hurt/Comfort  Chapters: 1 Word Count: 10,479 Summary: Hermione has been a professor at Hogwarts for years. But how will she cope when Draco Malfoy steps of hiding to return to Hogwarts himself, and take the still vacant Potions position? AU, lemons.  Status: Complete  Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War  Published: August 13, 2010 Relationship: Getting Together  Themes: Co Workers Office Parters, Sharing a Bed, Apologies, Flirting  Draco: Redeemed, Snarky, Hogwarts Professor  Hermione: Feisty, Hogwarts Professor  Locations: Hogwarts Characters: Minerva McGonagall 

Title: Avoiding the Marriage Law Author: Dekaying Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 25 Word Count: 36,720 Summary: Although they both want to avoid the prospect of a marriage law being passed, Hermione and Draco have very different approaches to getting their way. For them, in the end, it won’t matter. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: February 28, 2016 Completed: September 5, 2016 Themes: Marriage Law, Letters, Ministry and Politics, Blind Dates, Jealousy, Insecurity, Misunderstandings, Dancing, Co Workers Office Partners Draco: Ministry Worker, Romantic Hermione: Ministry Worker, Emotional Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendships: Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Ron, Draco & Blaise Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Original Character Additional Notes: Characters are OOC. 

Title: Awake Author: SlytheringBacktoHogwarts  Rating: M  Genre(s): Romance, Hurt/Comfort  Chapters: 2 Word Count: 7,741 Summary: “The greatest torture one can endure is being forced to kill the one that you love.” Draco is in Azkaban, awaiting death for war crimes. Her word can’t save him - only his - and those words he can’t bring himself to speak aloud. Dramione. Was originally a oneshot based on the song Awake by Secondhand Serenade but I decided to add a second chapter. I couldn’t leave it alone!  Status: Complete  Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War  Published: December 10, 2015 Completed: January 8, 2016 Relationship: Secret Feelings  Themes: Apologies, Kidnapping and Imprisonment, Ministry and Politics, Azkaban  Draco: Death Eater, Draco’s Feelings  Hermione: Campaigner  Locations: Ministry of Magic, Azkaban, Hermione’s Flat/House  Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley  Character Point of View/POV: Hermione 

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Plant things I headcanon about Vash #1 Basic plant things

A/N: @anyasathenaeum look I did it! I’m really sorry life’s been so mean to you lately, but I hope these help. And I hope you know it’s really through your encouragement and support of my silly submissions to your inbox that these get to see the day. I hope you can take a moment, sit down, and enjoy a drink and a snack.

While he does enjoy the act of eating, he doesn’t have to as he can photosynthesis. It makes him well fit for long road trips, only remembering to eat for the sake of his travel companions. If we were to go with Tristamp canon, he would only photosynthesize at night or on days the group camp outside so as to not reveal his plant markings to strangers. We do sort of see Vash do this already in the 1998 anime in the plant episode I couldn’t find an example but that scene in the plant in the 1998 anime in the lost July episode. You can’t convince me that's not him photosynthesizing.

I also think that in the 1998 canon Vash actually needs both food and photosynthesis. I think because he’s self conscious of his scars, he doesn’t photosynthesize opting to eat food instead. Only photosynthesizing at night alone when he’s camping

Like many plants he can communicate with other plant life. Just imagine how funny it would be for Vash to randomly just put his hands in some house plant to talk to it.

“No! Really, she said that to her HUSBAND?”, he says to the plant. He’s silent for a few minutes listening intently with his fingers buried in the dirt. He looks so odd nodding along to seemingly no one with a potted plant between his thighs. He gasps at the plant’s story.

Casually walking by some Sagebrush? He will stop for about 5-10 minutes and put his hands in the dirt just to chat with it. I think on nights he camps out he will find nocturnal plants to conversate with while the others sleep.

“Wow… they did that?”, Vash quietly gasps. He’s silent for a few minutes before he continues, “In front of you?! Oh that’s awful, that’s disgusting” Vash is silent for several more minutes as used one hand to draw in the dirt. Vash stares up lovingly at the sagebrush plant. He leans forward and presses his forehead against the plant causing him to glow. “No, no,” he says softly, “I’ll go to sleep soon. Thank you for spending some time with me.”

Vash, like many plants, releases scents to repel bugs and (like grass) when he gets cut or is in distress he releases a scent like grass. Why don’t bugs ever bite him? He repels them which leaves him smelling like lemongrass and pennyroyal.

I think Vash, much like sunflowers, on days he doesn’t feel good will press his forehead against trusted friends and other plants whether those plants are desert plants or not. I think he would only do it in private though so as to not freak out other townsfolk. I think he also does this with plants that spend some time with him, he knows plants take a lot of energy to talk to him directly and not through the mushroom system.

Speaking of the mushroom system, I think Vash accidentally touched into it once and immediately regretted it. Instantly becoming overwhelming by hearing every plant on Gunsmoke talking to each other at once. Some screaming, some whispering, but all are talking.

This is a real thing called mycorrhizal networks, it’s really cool!!

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Kat’s 1K writing challenge

So the votes are in and the writing challenge just barely won over porn gif drabbles (Don’t worry though, I have some good gifs and will post them on a Smutty Saturday when they’re all done.)

This writing challenge is in celebration of my 1K followers milestone and this is how it’ll work:

Rules:

Must be following me.

You’ll get to pick one scent and one phrase from the lists below. There are 20 spots open (I listed 30 phrases so you’ve got more to choose from.)

The format is reader insert and you can choose any of the following characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Meg Masters, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Loki, Thor, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Ivar the boneless, Lagertha, Ragnar Lothbrook, Björn Ironside.

This is for oneshots. I love to read lengthier fics but since I plan on reading all of these and I have limited time please keep to a minimum of 500 words and a maximum of 7000.

Smut, fluff or crack, no angst! I love to write angst and I like reading it but I am doing this challenge to cheer myself up and that won’t work if you break my heart repeatedly ;) It is however okay with some light angst if it leads to happier things and lotsa lotsa fluff!

Include a summary with warnings and use the Keep reading feature for more than 500 words or I wont reblog it.

End date for this challenge is April 1th 2018 and I want all submissions in by then. If you need an extension you need to contact me before the due date.

Tag me in your post and use the tag #Waywardkitten’s 1k writing challenge . If I haven’t liked it in 24 hours, I haven’t seen it and you need to message me.

Please reblog this post so more can join in :)

I think that’s all! Listed below are a list of scents and a list of phrases. Choose one of each and send me an ask with your choices of scent, phrase and character. When a scent/phrase is taken I will cross them out. Good luck!  ♡

Scents:

Bergamot

sandal wood @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

roses @readerficsandrecs

gardenia

lilacs

rosewood @bang-kim-bap

gun powder @hellomusickitten

cedar wood @ravenangel33

cut grass 

ocean  @cantankerousintrovertedpumpkin​

frankincense

lavendar

jasmine

neroli

smoke @waywardbaby

sweat @shrinkwrapalien

dust

gasoline  @impalatardiswalkers

leather  @storytimewithylva

forest

Phrases:

You’re cute when you’re angry. @shrinkwrapalien

Is that my shirt?  @bang-kim-bap​

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You jealous?

You don’t even know how beautiful you are, do you?  @storytimewithylva

This is not how this was supposed to go.

Is it that hard to believe that I love you? @ravenangel33

Well, he/she stole it first.

It’s just your imagination. @cantankerousintrovertedpumpkin

How stupid do you think I am?

And you agreed to this? @hellomusickitten

This is awkward.

Make me.

Can I touch you?

Good girl.

Good boy. @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

Open up. @waywardbaby

As you wish.

Okay.. this is new.

Are you flirting with me?

Shut up and kiss me already.

Do you trust me? @readerficsandrecs​

Of course I love you.

When did I ever say that?

I wish we could stay like this forever.

Would you tell me in the dark?

My eyes are up here.

Don’t touch that!  @impalatardiswalkers​

Do you want this?

You’re so beautiful right now.

[kpopfanficsforthesoul]

Sunrise

Anonymous said to kpopfanficsforthesoul: Hei, for the 61 days, can you do #57 with Youngjae from Got7 please?  Thanks    

57. “It’s two in the morning, why are you dragging me out on the roof?”

“Jagiya, wake up…” you heard someone say in a caring tone, lightly shaking you. You figured it was your boyfriend Youngjae.

“Oppa, I’m sleeping…” you mumbled, pulling your blanket over your head.

“Come on jagiya, I have something to show you!” he told you, sitting down next to you.

“You can show me in the morning.” you groaned, turning over onto your stomach.

He ripped the blanket off of you, leaving you to shudder in the cold air. “Yah, Y/N, please! It’s important!”

“Give me the blanket!” you whined, sitting up in your bed. He gave you a smirk before jumping on you, tickling your sides. You screeched at the sudden contact, trying your best to push him away. “Yah, Youngjae, stop, you know how ticklish I am!”

“Aniyo, I don’t know your tickle spot yet….” he giggled, continuing to tickle you as roaring laughter escaped you. He moved his hands up to your neck. “Is it here?” You continued to laugh, playfully hitting his hands away.

“Oppa, my entire body is my ticklish spot!” you exclaimed, pushing him away.

“I’ll stop if you get up.” he told you with that smile that he knew melted your heart every time. Dang him and those puppy eyes.

“Alright, alright, I’ll get up…” you sighed in defeat, getting up from your bed. He grabbed your wrist, dragging you up the stairs to the highest place in your house. He stopped at a window, opening it and gesturing for you to walk through and onto the roof.

“It’s two in the morning, why are you dragging me out on the roof?” you asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“Just trust me.” he smiled, pushing a strand of your tangled hair out of your eyes. You shrugged, and crouched down to walk through the window and out onto the roof. He joined you, sitting down next to you.

“Alright, we’re both here, now can you explain?” you muttered, looking over at him.

He gave you a small smile, glancing at the time on his phone. “It’ll be starting in a few minutes.”

“Starting? What do you m-” He stopped you by grabbing your jaw, turning your head around to face the sky. You gasped as the sun began to rise, turning the dark purple night sky into shades of bright orange, lavendar, pastel pink, and light blue. A light strand of clouds were scattered around the large red ball in the sky, making it one of the most beautiful sunrises you had ever seen.

“What do you think?” Youngjae asked, putting his arm around your shoulders.

You were unable to tear your attention away from the morning sky, mouth agape and eyes wide. “It’s beautiful…”

“Almost as beautiful as you.” he smirked, looking over at you.

“This is no time for cheesy pick up lines, babe….” you chuckled, still staring at the magnificent sunrise.

“It may be cheesy, but I promise you this is genuine.” he smiled, reaching in his pocket. You looked over at him, the blinding heaven’s light reflecting off of his skin, giving him an ethereal glow.

“Oppa?” you asked in confusion.

He pulled out a small black box holding it out to you. “Open it.”

You slowly opened the box, revealing a silver ring with a large red gem that had orange, lavender, blue, and pink jewels surrounding it.

“Oppa, it’s so beautiful!” you exclaimed, looking at it in awe.

He took it out of the box and slipped it on your finger. “It’s a promise ring, it looks just like the sunrise. Whenever we’re separated, we can look at them and remember this time when it was just the two of us under the new morning light.”

“We?” you asked, furrowing your brows again as you looked up at him.

He smiled as he reached around his neck, pulling out the long necklace that was tucked in his shirt. He leaned in, showing you a similar ring to yours, which hung on the end of the chain.

“Oh my gosh, oppa I love it, thank you so much!” you exclaimed, running your fingers over the gems as you felt a small tear roll down your cheek.

He wiped it away with his thumb, then kissed the spot on your cheek where it fell. “I love you.”

………………

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-Marie 💗

[saveourskinship]

Cross-Pollination

Pansy watched Lavender covertly from under her dark lashes. 

She was sitting at a table, curling the tip of her tongue seductively over the corner of her mouth, licking off the remaining salt from her margarita there.

Where had she even found Roger Davies anyway? He certainly seemed interested, the way his eyes dilated as he caught a whiff of her vanilla and frangipani scented hair when Lavender swooped it over a shoulder, exposing her long and elegant neck to the man.

Pansy smirked into her drink. That tricky minx.

Some over-cologned nuisance had sidled up to Pansy’s seat at the bar while she fiddled with her metal straw, bringing the cooled chrome to her lips.

“Hey,” he said, leaning too close and Pansy rolled her eyes, “can I buy you -”

“No.” Pansy only ever needed that one word, injecting it with antifreeze to cool the most heated of lusting suitors.

Lavender briefly caught her eyes and blushed. Her girl loved it when Pansy dismissed her admirers with brutal efficiency.

Lavender adjusted her velvet choker, tugging on it in a seductive way that made Roger shift in his seat, subtly adjusting himself. 

But it wasn’t for him. Lavender was giving her a little peek at who she belonged to, the purple and yellow face of a flower with a dark centre winking at Pansy from across the room.

Pansy subtly drew her lip between her teeth as Lavender then proceeded to remove her jacket, sticking her perfect chest out, testing Davies’ morality as her lace-trimmed satin camisole made him dip his eyes down to linger a second too long and he coloured. Lavender pretended not to notice and snuck another glance at Pansy.

“Hey,” another voice prodded at her.

“No.” she said again but the voice scoffed.

Pansy swiveled with a sophisticated panache. Lavendar notices as Pansy’s attention slipped away from her and she pouted a little, placing her hand on Davies’ arm in retaliation.

“Draco,” Pansy purred. “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for Potter to finish pretending at being a breeder, like I didn’t have my tongue in him not five minutes ago.”

Pansy followed his gaze and snickered into her drink when she saw two-thirds of the Golden Trio ensconced in a corner enjoying a drink together.

She side-eyed Draco. He was hiding it but the tension in his jaw showed his envy.

He shot her a quick glare.

“Not laughing at you,” Pansy tapped her index finger against his chest, glass cold in her hand. He raised a brow to prompt an explanation. “Granger is bi as all hell, Draco. She wouldn’t give a singular fuck if you went over there and snogged the Chosen One senseless.”

He turned to look at her curiously, “And how do you know that?”

“I know,” she replied with a significant look.

Draco was shocked. “No... really?” he whipped his head back to look at his lover and best friend before turning to Pansy again with a wicked grin on his face. He waved at hand, prompting Pansy to divulge details.

She gave him a slightly mocking look but relented. “Well, Granger likes learning. She likes being good at any task she’s given. Just like in school. You know how she used to talk so much?”

Draco nodded enthusiastically.

“It appears to have made that oral muscle of hers dexterous, pliable... talented,” Pansy let the implications of that sink in.

“Reeeeally,” Draco repeated his grin, stretching it from wicked to wolfish. “Perfect.” 

Draco didn’t thank her or say goodbye as he sidled into their booth.

Pansy though, had decided she’d had enough of tonight’s game. She set her drink down and stood gracefully, smoothing down her leather pencil skirt.

She sauntered to the exit, tipping a refined finger in a slow, delicate crook towards Lavender. 

She only had to wait a few seconds before Lavender bounded out after her.

“What took you so long!” her girl cried, but it was muffled by Pansy pushing her roughly into the brick wall of the bar, wrapping her arm around Lavender’s waist as the blonde’s knees buckled and she moaned into her mouth.

“Who are you, Lavender?” she asked, sucking on her neck to await the answer.

“Yours,” the breathy reply shook into the air.

Pansy drew back and trailed her fingers softly over Lavender’s beautiful pouting lips, down her neck and resting to curl under the soft collar around her neck, tugging her even closer.

“And what do you call me?” she demanded softly.

Lavender swallowed, panting with lust and wanting to be touched.

“Daddy,” she whispered.

Pansy yanked her so they were only millimetres apart and swam in desire at Lavender’s hitched breath.

“Good girl,” she growled, before Apparating them away.

[lavendarniko]

Knife walking Science! Sans x Reader

“Hey sweetheart? I know you’re probably super busy but I walked into a knife.”

Sans stopped everything he was doing,”I’m sorry what?”

“Yea, I walked into a knife. However because I don’t want to die I left it in but that doesn’t really stop how scared I am. So could you come over?”

Sans was still in a state of shock,”Yes...”

He was quick to let his partners know he had to head out, as he quickly went through the safety procedures to leave.

When he gets to you, he’s actually a little shaken that you are in fact bleeding with knife sucking out of your body.

“Oh hey sweetheart! I didn’t pull you away at an important time did I?”

He sighs, he gently looks at the area of impairment.

“I mean it doesn’t seem to hit anything vital? Are you ok? Are you in pain?”

“I mean yea but I’m not gonna focus on that. Hey did I forget to mention a real quick thanks? I mean I know you’re busy but also thanks...” you were kinda rambling every breath kinda hurt but hey that’s ok.

“Hey it’s ok”, he was being very gentle,”You’re gonna be okay.”

“I know but hey just in case I forget to tell you this after- I really really enjoy you existing.”

He chuckled,”Existing, I love that you exist too. How about after this we go do something?”

You giggle and cringe, the knife hurts,”Am I ok? Hold up, I have a knife in my body and like... I’m just gonna pretend it isn’t?”

“My dear, I told you, you’ll be ok”

“I know” you suddenly became very quiet.

“Sweetheart”

“I could’ve been seriously hurt... then you’d be sad. Then I’d be sad and probably dead”

He sat there listening to you ramble. Many topics came into the ramble many leaving. It was interesting to see where you’re mind went. However you stopped when you heard the sirens getting closer and louder.

“Oh thank the stars!” Sans sighed, releasing his breathe.

~skip~

When the hospital released you, your wonderful skeleton was there to greet you. Although you knew what was to come.

“You know you need to be more careful?”

You simply nod your head.

“That could’ve ended up much worse than it did.”

“I know”

“Honestly how are you suppose to olive on your own if you just walk into dangers so obliviously?”

“I don’t know”

He sighed,”Honestly I’m honing to have to keep an eye on you.”

He did for a while, being over at you house much more often than before. He’d watch you warily as you went about doing the little things. You know he means well but you’re not a child. However you also know you very much did this to yourself. You were about to take a step forward but you couldn’t. You looked around and saw a knife poking out the draw.

You can he Sans sigh,”Honestly”

“Sorry sweetheart”