#like he’s so giddy about this idea he had and he cannot wait to see how happy she’s gonna be

[monsterboyblood]

Yet another Archie thing I’ve wanted to redraw since I was ten but never had the skills for until now

[aventurineswife]

Hello, I just got an idea for a request from the Disney movie Finding Nemo, I'm thinking about a story like the beginning of the movie where Nemo is waking up his father but instead it's with Jiaoqiu and the reader, who's always been a bundle of energy but seemed to be ten times more excited than usual because of the wardance, during the 2.4 quest, he took the reader on as his student but he does view them as his own child. You don't have to do it if you don't want to I just thought it'd be cute

Guided by Small Joys

Summary: As the preparations for the wardance begin, Jiaoqiu finds himself stirred from his peaceful morning by his ever-energetic student, you. Despite his initial reluctance, he is quickly swept up in your infectious excitement and reminded of the hope and joy that still exist even amidst the hardships of war.

Tags: Jiaoqiu x Reader, Platonic Relationships, Father Figure Jiaoqiu, Student and Mentor, Fluff, Lighthearted Moments Found Family, Wardance Celebration.

A/N: Never watched Finding Nemo, so I had to change it change it a bit, hope you like it!!

The early morning haze had just begun to lift over the Xianzhou Yaoqing, bathing the serene alchemical gardens in soft, golden light. The air carried a crispness, promising a beautiful day ahead. Jiaoqiu sat cross-legged in his quiet study, his hands resting gently on his feather fan. Even blind, he always seemed to know the exact moment the sun crept over the horizon.

He had been awake for some time, savoring the stillness before the world stirred. But his quietude was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps outside his door, light but unmistakable. He smiled faintly.

"You're up early." he remarked before the door even slid open.

The response was an explosion of energy. "Jiaoqiu! Master Jiaoqiu! Wake up—oh, wait, you’re already awake! But still! Guess what? Guess what?"

The sheer enthusiasm in your voice made him chuckle. "Good morning to you too, little firecracker. What could possibly warrant this much excitement at dawn?"

"It's the wardance today!" you exclaimed, practically bouncing into the room. "I can't believe you forgot! Everyone's getting ready, and I just knew you'd want to be the first to hear about it!"

Jiaoqiu tilted his head, his ears twitching slightly at your words. "Ah, the wardance. How could I forget something you’ve mentioned no less than twenty times this past week?"

You laughed sheepishly, your energy undiminished. "Well, I had to remind you! It’s only the most exciting event ever! There's music, dancing, sparring demonstrations—oh! And the food! You’re coming, right? You have to come!"

Jiaoqiu sighed dramatically, though the corner of his lips quirked up in a teasing smile. "I suppose there's no convincing you to let me enjoy my morning in peace, is there?"

"Not a chance!" You grabbed his hand, your excitement infectious. "Come on, let’s go! The preparations have already started, and I promised to help set up. You said learning balance and coordination was part of my training, remember?"

"Did I?" Jiaoqiu teased, allowing himself to be pulled up. "Very well. Lead the way, little one. But do try not to trip over your own feet in your enthusiasm."

"I won’t!" you declared confidently, though Jiaoqiu could sense your barely-contained giddiness.

As the two of you stepped into the morning light, Jiaoqiu let out a soft sigh, the warmth of the sun against his skin a welcome reminder of life's small joys. You had been his student for some time now, and though your energy often wore him out, he found himself deeply fond of your spirited nature. In truth, it reminded him of something he thought he'd lost—a spark of hope, a reason to keep moving forward.

"Master?" your voice broke through his thoughts.

"Hm?"

"You’re smiling," you said, a note of wonder in your tone.

He chuckled. "Am I? Perhaps it’s because your enthusiasm is so blinding that even I cannot help but see it."

"Hey!" you protested, but your laughter soon followed.

As you guided him toward the bustling heart of the wardance preparations, Jiaoqiu couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. In a world fraught with loss and sorrow, your boundless energy was a gift—a reminder that, even in the midst of chaos, there was still light to be found.

And for today, at least, he would let himself bask in it.

[lovelytsunoda]

don't go breaking my heart // lance stroll

soft moments stolen between wedding and reception

weddings are joyous and festive, but can be stressful for introverts like lance and his wife. so when they were able to steal some moments with each other in the peace of his aston martin between the ceremony and the venue, they know these are the moments they will treasure the most from that day.

pairing: lance stroll x newlywed reader

warnings: just fluff, a minor minor allusion to sex.

author's note: i have no idea why i have written so many wedding things for this man, but i think it's because he is the raw definition of husband material. thank you and good night lmao.

“don’t go breaking my heart…I couldn’t if I tried”

elton john and kiki dee crooned over the speakers as lances aston martin drove through the quebec countryside. it was a quiet night, stars high in the sky as he ran his thumb over his wife’s thigh.

“I love you.” he hummed, daring to look over at the love of his life as he took a corner too fast. “my darling darling wife.”

she smiled, meeting his gaze. “eyes on the road, handsome. you’ve got the rest of your life to stare at me. I love you too.”

the wedding had felt like a blur, maybe because of how wired they both felt. it should have been a smaller ceremony, in all hindsight considered.

it was an odd thing: you want to celebrate your love around all these people, but then the day arrives and suddenly you feel anxious at letting them see you pledge your heart to another.

lance and y/n had always been the quiet, soft couple. the one evoking ‘awe’s and heart eyes from the groups around them. they knew each other like the backs of their hands, better than any track map or textbook.

“enjoy the quiet while it lasts.” she hummed, nimble fingers gently easing the pins for her white lace veil out of her hair. “is it bad that I’m dreading my own reception?”

lance laughed. "nope. because i am, too. i know it's all about us and all that, but i hate being the center of attention. i would have rather had a dinner party."

she snorted. "technically this is really just a rather large dinner party."

"i mean, there's food and wine, you picked a damn good throwback playlist. dinner party." lance shrugged, taking his foot off the gas, headlights illuminating the empty road ahead.

lance had decided to take the scenic route, savoring this moment alone, this little bit of calm before the storm. before the party, the noise, the people.

just him and his wife, falling a little bit more in love with each other every day.

"if scotty throws his back out dancing to 'suicide blonde', i'm not fucking helping." y/n laughed, reaching for the stereo to flip to the offending inxs song. "i still cannot believe that this song was about kylie fucking minogue."

"there's a reason we invested in the mocktail bar."

"you know most of the guys have flasks hidden in their suit jackets, right?"

she would have preferred something low key, but her family had wanted the big party. it wasn't all bad. she got to pick the food (pasta bar, anybody?), the drinks, the decorations, the music. she'd made a throwback playlist of all her favorite happy songs, all the ones that made her feel alive, giddy and in love, ranging from inxs to def leppard to kesha.

she'd waited twenty-five years for this moment, so why was she suddenly getting this bad feeling about going to the party that followed?

the event venue slowly came into view over the distance, the white brick building with it's pillars and vintage charm, the walkway to the door lit up with fairy lights. the small parking lot was already almost full, the rest of the guests waiting inside for the happy couple. lance parked his car furthest from the door, but kept the engine running.

he took her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles. "we can turn around and drive away." he was dead serious when he looked over at her. "i'm serious, we can run and go get burgers and milkshakes and see a movie and then go back to the hotel and not sleep a minute because we are too busy having the goofiest, most romantic sex of our lives. i just want you to be comfortable."

"i know. and that's why i love you so much, lance." she sighed, a smile blooming on her face. "but our friends are in there. our parents are in there. hell, your dad is probably trying to sell my dad on buying a time share villa in biarritz."

lance laughed, leaning over the center console to kiss her forehead. "whenever you want to leave, you just tell me. if you need a minute to yourself, just shoot me a text message and i'll come and find you. or don't, if you just want a walk in total solitude. i'll probably need one of those at some point, too."

"i knew there was a reason i married you." she joked, tilting her head up to press her lips to his. "i love you to the moon and back, lance."

"you wanna go inside?"

"we might as well."

lance took his seatbelt off, shutting off the car and sliding out of the driver's door. her dramatically slid across the hood, earning a laugh from his wife as he skipped towards her door, opening it for her before extending a hand for her to take.

"beautiful girl, love of my life, may i help you out of this shockingly low car?"

she laughed, slipping one of her hands into his warm one. "yes, my beautiful husband. yes, you may."

she stepped out of the car, the hem of her white silk dress dusting the gravel in the parking lot. a breeze ran through the area, making the hair on the backs of her arms stand up.

"love, you're shivering." lance said softly, slipping out of his suit jacket and draping it over her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she put her arms through the sleeves, wrapping her arms fully around her husband. "i love you."

"i love you, too." she took a minute to stand there, her nose in his dress shirt, breathing in his cologne. bath and body works, today. she liked that. something playful and romantic instead of the heavy, stinging designer scents he usually wore.

"we should go inside." he whispered, their bodies swaying together in the silence, her skin warm against his.

"or we could stay out here just a little longer."

and who was he to argue with that?

"you get five more minutes. i'm starting to get hungry and the pasta bar has my name written all over it."

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @cartierre @diorleclerc @httpiastri @silverstonesainz @lorarri @twinkodium

[live-laugh-legolas]

hii!! so your previous crush-post (xD) was so. cute! may I ask for some more romantic fluff and the Fellowship (and Faramir and Arwen, if it's okay?) proposing to the reader?

I added pictures of what the rings might look like because I have a Pinterest addiction and figured I could put it to use

How the fellowship proposes (+ Faramir & Arwen)

Aragorn:

-To be completely honest, I don’t see him being particularly traditional about it

-And by that I mean he doesn’t make a big thing of it and doesn’t do the whole kneeling thing

-I imagine him proposing just happens in a loving conversation that is pretty casual

-But honestly every conversation with him feels kinda intimate so it’s still very romantic

Legolas:

-He is restless

-He plans it to be thought out and to give a little speech

-But it just kinda comes out

-Not in an awkward or rushed way; but he is just so in love he can’t wait any longer

Gimli:

-Actually shitting himself

-I really think he would have planned to propose on multiple different occasions but got too scared and chickened out

-It’s not because he isn’t sure about it, or thinks you won’t say yes; he just wants it to be perfect

-He covers for his anxiety with a forced confidence that is frankly adorable

-Blushes profusely

Boromir:

-Very traditional

-I’m talking secluded paradise with rose petals and candles everywhere

-He spares no expense; no he’s not extra…he just wants to show how much he loves you…that’s it

-Down on one knee giving a honorable and sweet speech about how you are the best thing in his life and how he will spend eternity loving you

-Definitely gets a little emotional but for the most part he keeps it together (the same cannot be said for your wedding)

-He had Faramir help him find a ring because I refuse to believe Boromir knows anything about fashion, let alone jewelry

Frodo:

-He’s a bit restless, but in a giddy sort of way

-He’s just so excited about the idea of marrying you that he isn’t even thinking too much about the proposal

-He knows you will say yes

-I could also see him putting the ring somewhere you will find it; maybe on your pillow, and hide in the next room all giddy like a little kid as he waits for you to find it

-This is what my dad apparently did and I think it’s cute

Sam:

-Ok I know I said Gimli is shitting himself; but this guy is actually having the squirts

-But he’s nervous because he gets very down on himself at times and he worries you might say no

-Logically he knows you will be so excited because you have talked about marriage before; but he can’t help but worry

-Doesn’t take you anywhere too fancy; he keeps it kinda casual but romantic

-Maybe in the garden

Merry:

-He has had this planned for months

-He has one of his friends distract you for the day while he sets up a romantic picnic dinner

-Like a surprise party that you are kinda expecting because the person getting you out of the house is kinda sus

-But it’s so sweet and Merry is dresses so nicely

-Seriously a dapper little hobbit

-He has practiced some speeches to Pippin, but he doesn’t end up doing any of them

-Instead he opts for just a natural conversation that is sweet and to the point

-Big expensive gem

Pippin:

-He has been pretending to propose for a while

-Well not really pretending, but you know it’s not his official proposal

-That being said every “proposal” he does comes with some sort of offering; he once did it with your dinner plate

-All his fake proposals were to have some fun with it, but mainly to get over his nerves; he’s practicing

-Will continue to fake propose even after you are married just for the fun of it

-Likes to see people’s reactions (plus maybe get a free cake slice at a restaurant or something idk)

-I wanted to add a joke picture of a tiny with three plastic carrots but alas you are only allowed 10 pictures apparently so just imagine I did a funny thing

*Bonus Faramir

-He is just the sweetest and I love this man

-He seems like the type to propose pretty early on in a relationship

-Not because he’s rushing, but he just knows you are the one

-Surprisingly calm about it; or at least he appears that way

*Double bonus Arwen:

-She is probably the most confident of them all

-She is just so sure spoken

-She makes sure you both are dressed in your best clothes and will take you to a beautiful secluded place in Rivendell

-Idk why but I felt strongly that the gem would be blue

-(sorry hers is short, I wasn’t particularly inspired idk why)

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Just a little reminder that Gandalf isn’t included because I don’t generally write him for romantic prompts unless specifically asked

[randomcreator-09]

The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part One)

(Severus Snape x Reader)

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Part one, Part Two

(gif ain't mine > idk I saw it one day and saved it then forgot... But it's not mine :"3)

✨Pure fluff, maybe a lil angst heh dunno XD and a tad full of sarcasm✨

🐧AH! Suddenly had an idea to write a character where she's from an asian country and Snape is just so intrigued and annoyed by her XD. Enjoy my imaginations (didn't use grammarly on this one so it might have some grammar errors pls be kind :"3)

OH also I was inspired to write this with that one shot I dont remembor :"3 please dm me if you whoever wrote this somewhat the same trope sees or reads this, so I can tag you or maybe remove it if you request so🐧

Now enjoy ^^

Part one, Part Two

-----

As Hogwarts came to another start, Severus Snape found himself sitted once again in the great hall with the insufferable children in front of him.

The war has ended, and two years have passed since his close call with death. He wished it had ended that way, though; he really has no clue what faith has put in on him again.

Nothing out of the ordinary has changed in two years, except well the dark lord being defeated and him being awarded the Merlins honor for his sacrifices, along with the Pince riches and manor named after him. He scowled at that house, and he couldn't fathom the idea of living in it, so he stayed in his humble home at the end of Spinners End.

There was a new addition to the staff, though. Professor Y/N/L, you teach the subject he has been eyeing for quite some time now, DADA.

McGonagall hired you last year, with recommendations from Hermoine of course. She has placed good words for you, complimenting how you had helped her with advocating elf rights and how you have helped Harry in defeating scoundrels of the wizarding world as an auror.

There was something unique about you, too. You didn't graduate from Hogwarts like Hermoine or Harry; you graduated from the far east. To be exact you graduated with golden robes from Mahoutokoro Wizarding School Japan.

Everyone was giddy when McGonagall introduced you in the great hall. You were wearing your golden robes, depicting your Mahoutokoro origin. You probably were the same age as Severus (having graduated from Mahoutokoro in 1971, a year early due to your exceptional skills). Severus was the least giddy, though; he despised the fact you took the spot to his dream position.

He took your presence as a challenge, and he cannot wait to embarrass you in front of the students if you ever asked for a sample duel.

And that day did came.

On October 2, 2000, you knocked on his classroom door in the middle of his potions class. You slowly peeked your head at his dungeon door and smiled at him.

Oh, how he despised your bright smile.

"Hello, Professor Snape, " you greeted as you kept your body behind the door.

Severus raised a brow and enveloped himself with his black robe. "Professor Y/L, what a pleasure to have your presence," his voice like a hoarse rumble of thunder. Nagini's bite wasn't too kind to him after the years. It pains him to speak, but he has gotten used to it now.

"Well..." you muttered under your breath as you entered his classroom. The eyes of his students are on you but are back on their cauldrons as soon as Severus slams a notebook to one table.

"Is it alright to ask you to come with me for a sample duel?" the words rolled out your mouth, startled by the sudden burst of noise that echoed throughout room.

Severus smirked slightly. 'It was his time to shine,' he thought as he pulled his sleeves up and crossed his arms. "I suppose after class?"

You nodded with a smile and gave him the details of what time the duel would be held before thanking him as you left.

Severus curtly nods at you, a welcome, I suppose, or more of a thank you. As soon as you left, he swiftly turned around and walked straight to his desk. Severus had a genuine smile plastered on his face, his thoughts running wild on how he could embarrass you infront of your students. He felt victorious even with his thoughts.

Some of his students saw this smile and were terrified by it. He's gone mad.

------ (Duel ends)

Severus was in disbelief. Shocked, totaled, bamboozled, whatever it is you name that depicts a man who just lost his wits AND WAND!

He stood there dumbfounded as you gripped his wand with your hand.

You hit him with a successful expelliarmus at what felt like 2 minutes of exchanging spells!

"Now, children, expelliarmus is a spell you do to take an opponent's wand. Using it wisely, along with other spells exchanged by me and Professor Snape, is one way to win a duel or to pass your OWLS and NEWTS," you exclaimed, walking towards Severus and handing him his wand.

You called out names of students to watch them duel. Severus walked down the duel table, his demeanor unchanged and cold, but his insides were in turmoil. He had just been defeated, infront of her and her students.

You patted his back, which made him even tad furious at how he just lost that duel. How good were you to be able to defeat him? Has he lost his talent in duelling? Is he perhaps aging too fast?

"You did well, professor. Don't be too harsh on yourself, " you said as you watched your students duel.

He glared down at you, only his eyes moving as he scoffed. 'unbelievable,' he thought. He lost to a little midget like you.

He had to do something about this humiliation. With that, he scurried away from you and into the dungeons, preparing himself from the daily torment of the memory of losing from you.

-----(Your POV before he left)

Severus stood beside you as you two stepped down the duel table.

You had caught him at his most unexpected moment and effortlessly defeated him in the duel. You were a gifted dueller, after all.

As you watched your students duel, you looked up to see Severus with his usual cold demeanor. However, as you looked down at his hands, you could see how he gripped his hands. You smiled warmly at the thought of him even thinking about this moment more than once in the future.

"You did well, professor. Don't be too harsh on yourself," you said as you watched your students duel. You hear him scoff at you before twirling dramatically around and leaving.

You smile at that, and as you hear the door close shut, you stop your student's duel and end the class for the day.

A few days have passed since your duel with Severus, and he has been avoiding you since then. You felt it since he was always following you around before, and it's not that you don't like it. You actually do.

You've liked him since the day you arrived; you've always had a thing for dark, dramatic, gothic men, and he was the spite image of that.

You've always tried to start a conversation with him, to which he either scoffs or replies a bit dryly. You don't blame him, that scar in his neck must've hurt.

As you walk the open hallways of Hogwarts, passing by and greeting students, you see his familiar silhouette. He was walking away from you a bit too fast for his normal phase. You smile at this and tried following him to where he was going.

-----(Back to Severus POV)

Severus has been dreaming about you. Silly encantation, you must have placed some sort of spell on him while in duel, he concluded to himself.

His dreams started with you kissing him on his lips at first to you straddling his lap. He'd wake up with beads of sweat all over his body despite the cold temperatures of the dungeons where his chamber was. There was a constant tent on his blanket too! He despised you even more when you've become an apparent dream of his.

It has been almost two months now since the duel. Severus has been avoiding you since, embarrassed from the duel and ashamed of the silly dreams he's been having. He can't believe he's been dreaming of you, LIKE THAT TOO?!

December 15, 2000. He decided to walk Hogwart's open corridors to get some breather. He had to do something with you, scold you for coming to his mind, his dreams, his nightmares, his... His everything.

He shook his head, no way. NO WAY he has feelings for you. NO WAY.

As he turned the corner and walked even faster, he sees you being greeted by students. His body tensing up, as he quickly eyes you head to toe.

It's been days since he last saw you, and you were as marvelous as you looked from the last. Your hair tied up in a messy bun, your golden robe over your dark blue wizard clothes beautifully insinuating your figure, and oh... Your smile. He hated that bright smile, but he blushed every time you gave him that smile.

He quickly turned around and swiftly walked away from you. Walked? He RAN.

He never felt like this, not even with Lily. He felt like a schoolgirl running away from the sight of their crush. Jeez, he really needed to man up sometimes.

"Professor Snape!" he heard you exclaim. He paused in his tracks. Shit.

He turns around to see you walking towards him, with that darn smile again.

"Professor," he mutters, trying to compose himself. Hopefully his not showing much emotions or blushing. His cheeks felt hot though, darn it.

"Would you like to go to Yule Ball with me?" you asked sweetly.

Severus was frozen. He never thought he'd ever be asked to go to Yule Ball. Not even as a professor.

He looks at you with narrowed eyes. "And why would I say yes to that?" his voice sultry and rough.

You smiled again, he's going to have a heart attack anytime soon, he could feel it.

"Well... You could always say no. I wouldn't mind asking Professor Fin-"

"Nonsense, you can never dance with such a tiny man. It'd be best if you dance with me, by practicality ofcourse" he grunts in a way that flowed out of his mouth.

You laughed, which made Severus's heart do cartwheels.

"That's settled then." as you turn around and leave.

Severus was yet again left in shock. Did he just agree to dance with you at the Yule Ball?

He slammed his palm to his forehead. Now he is just being your lap dog. He has no choice now but to actually dance with you.

The woman who defeated him in duel. The woman who took his spot in DADA. The woman from the east who Severus never met before. The woman... He currently has feelings for.

He smiles. Atleast he knows now why faith has kept him alive.

-----

Next>> Part 2 is released!!!! ^^

[yuurivoice]

Figuring out dynamics between new characters is so fun and a little exhausting. Trying to walk that line between critiquing and overthing before there's even enough on the page to really mull over. Getting better at just taking a plunge and figuring it out, while being conscious that I'd like the shit to be half decent and not lead to hours wasted on rewrites. 😂

Thomas is baked with so much of the "longs for adventure but bound by his own excuses" thing that I love. Growing up hearing about heroes and distant lands and all these grand stories, but none of the bad. He finds himself on the cusp of being part of something bigger than himself, but for REASONS he resists.

Edwin is so different from my usual character. I think what I'm finding is that in a way, he's a realized version of who Auron thinks he should be (an unintentional thing that actually makes so much sense I could die) in particular the sacrifice angle. But he's so soft and kind, the way he approaches conflict is so hnnnghhgh. Nothing like a badass who has set aside the tools of war and is able to cut through things with his words. But there's this thing lurking in there. Just beyond the loving tenderness, that darkness restrained.

And Vale? I'm laughing my ass off constantly. Absolute bastard man.

Then there's other stuff. So much other stuff.

It's early days for them, but as the dots start connecting, I'm just getting more and more excited.

Aside from that, I've had an idea so fucking cool I cannot wait to create the visuals for it. Shit gets me all giddy. I've hit several breakthroughs recently, thousands of words deep into various things. I can't wait to see where I'm at in the next month or two.

[dragon-ascent]

Why You Mustn’t Resonate with Other Elements: Exhibit A

You resonate with elements other than Geo and Zhongli is…not too happy about that.

★彡Majorly fluff but heavily implied spice at the end

 Zhongli takes pride in the fact that his lover is a traveler. Not just any ordinary traveler, but one who can traverse the many terrains of Teyvat with immense skill and poise. He often enjoys accompanying you on these adventures, and on times he cannot, he eagerly awaits your return, each smile of yours bringing along with it some fabulous treasures that generally cannot be fathomed by regular adventure-seekers.

Above all, though, he holds in high regard the fact that you can seamlessly transition between elements depending on the Statue of the Seven you resonate with, even without a Vision - of course, you’ve been a Geo user ever since marrying Zhongli and settling down with him. At this point, the golden element is practically a part of you, just as your heart and soul is. 

This evening, his heart is filled to the brim with love and anticipation, as today is the day you return from a desert expedition in the far western reaches of Sumeru. Normally a patient man, he finds himself ever so slightly giddy with excitement, chancing a look outside the window every minute as the day creeps toward evening. Finally, he sees you, and without a moment’s hesitation he goes outside to give you an affectionate welcome. Beaming, he holds his arms out to you, ready to embrace you as you inevitably barrel into him as your form of hello, when his smile falters just the tiniest smidge.

The gilded sheen that used to adorn your clothing is now a bright green. 

You’ve resonated with Dendro.

*****

Obviously, Zhongli doesn’t bring it up right when he welcomes you back. No, he waits until later that night, after you’ve finished telling him stories of the trials, friendships and betrayals you’ve faced, coming out unscathed as usual. He is patient, so he only brings it up after dinner, casually, nonchalantly.

“So, you’ve never told me about the drastic change in yourself in your letters to me,” he starts, watching you from where he stands as you sit on the couch cuddling a cushion.

Tilting your head, you answer, “Is it my hair? Has it gotten a little longer? Maybe I should cut it.”

With a sigh only he can hear, he strides forward and takes your chin gently. “I want to know why you have changed your element.”

You blink. “Oh! Well, I had to deal with some ancient Dendro totems that needed rejuvenating, hehe.” You smile up at him, but he’s still frowning slightly.

“That is all well and good, dearest, but when dealing with other elements, you generally like to switch back to Geo when all is done, yes?”

“Well...” You shrug. “I like Dendro. I think I’ll stick to it!” 

A small huff escapes Zhongli’s lips. “Why not Geo?”

You giggle. “Zhongli, are you jealous?”

“I am not.”

“You are!”

“I am most decidedly not.” He turns away from you, the tiniest blush blossoming on his face. 

You snicker, getting off the couch and hugging him from behind. “To think Rex Lapis would be jealous...my, I’m really flattered!”

“Hm.”

“This is the best reaction I’ve ever seen in my life! I knew resonating with Dendro was the right idea! You’re such a cutie, Zhong!”

A pause, followed by another sigh. “So, you got what you wanted. I take it you will change back to Geo now?”

You smile and peck his cheek, dancing over to his front view. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Now that you’re standing in front of him, you get a good view of his gleaming amber eyes, swirling with a kind of tempered desire only Zhongli himself would be able to rein in.

And rein he doesn’t, for the very next moment he’s holding you in his arms, a passionate kiss sealing your lips. Your eyes at first widen with surprise, but then flutter closed as you melt into his addictive touch, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer. 

“Zhong-ah!” He bites your lower lip and pushes his tongue into your mouth, ravenously questing for that which he desires. As he does so, he pushes you against the wall, caging you in. Your heart pounds with love and lust, giving yourself to his own burning feelings.

But when he pulls away finally, it is evident he’s nowhere near done. As you catch your breath, he bites your neck, his hand roaming down your side and settling at the curve of your hip, squeezing ever so lightly. “It seems I need to give you a reminder.”

“H-huh?” Your mind is a blur of bliss, every bite and kiss of his pulling you deeper into the haze. It is only when his hand glows a bright gold that you are brought back to the surface, albeit only temporarily as you gauge the look on your lover’s face. 

Zhongli’s eyes, normally a mellow amber, are now carnally golden, a promise - no, a contract - of what’s to come.

“The versatility of Geo lies in its ability to create the most beautiful constructs.” Saying this, he conjures up…a pair of jade handcuffs, glimmering innocuously in the dusk light. You stare at it, dumbstruck. He quirks an eyebrow, amused by your reaction as he kisses you once more. “Allow me to remind you of this, properly and thoroughly.”

[bunnyluvx]

the hanged man.

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

summary: the morning after the dock talk.

warnings: death mention. nothing else.

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

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

divider credit: @thecutestgrotto

wc: 1.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Dear,

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

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

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

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

Forever Yours,

Dr. Julian Devorak

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

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

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

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

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai.

[couldawouldashoulda50]

When the feelings get deeper and more meaningful, I could imagine Loren and Willy doing some cockwarming. Like they say I love you or something.

And I see a breeding link from Willy too. 😜

May I say these asks are making my Sunday a lot more fun and interesting. I tend to do a lot of driving and my mind is constantly wandering to William and Loren and the moments in the future.

The deeper feelings that reside in both of them have long been there, but both William and Loren, in their own right, tried to dampen that fire until they truly knew what they were dealing with when it came to their relationship. But now they have found their rhythm and their place in each other's lives, and there's serenity now between them knowing how they feel about one another. A post-sex cockwarming session happens from time to time - or maybe frequently - it all depends on the moment. William adores the after sex moments, watching Loren floating on her cloud of euphoria, her body's movements are slow and heavy, and her hair splayed across the pillow. I have written it before but he's sure he has never made another woman feel like this before, and the fact that Loren just seems fit him perfectly, it means so much to him. Looking down at her face, her eyes closed, her mouth formed into a slight perma-grin of satisfaction, William has to tell her now. The words are loud inside his head and he just cannot contain them anymore. He presses his mouth against her neck and says "I love you." Lifting his head to gauge her reaction as he smooths her hair from her face, she looks up at him with an adoring wide smile before kissing him deeply. He's waiting for her to say something but she refrains while lovingly stroking his face as she kisses him. Confused, and treading lightly, he eventually asks her why she didn't say it back. She stroked his cheek with her thumb. "Because I want to enjoy sitting with your words. I don't want to diminish how special this second is to me by saying anything." William smiled as he started to understand what she meant. She sometimes had such a different way of looking at things - as did he. William was convinced that is why they just instantly clicked when they first met.

"I mean - you already know I love you, right? I think it's pretty clear at this point, wouldn't you say?" She kissed his mouth repeatedly as she smiled against his lips.

William nodded, and flashed a knowing smile.

"So, when I'm bursting at the seams to tell you, which I often am, you can just enjoy the moment and do what you feel." Loren paused for a moment. "I'll probably be crawling all over you trying to do something naughty anyway...."

In that moment, Loren caught her second wind - a wave of giddiness and desire fueled her as she singlehandedly flipped William onto his back. She spent the next while showing, and telling him, exactly how she felt. --

Oh - the breeding kink. I have an idea for that which might need its own one shot. Stay tuned 😘

Thank you so much, Nonnie!

[professonalarttheclownfan]

Not so useless, Pt.2

Author’s note-sorry for the extremely long delay, but life got in the way of my writing so i apologise. But here’s a part 2, enjoy.

Pt1 here

PlusSize!femreader

Nerves racked through you, making your hands shake, why did you agree? why did you say yes? Questions swirled your head. This must of been some form of wicked prank. Allowing the towns people to laugh at you, was this Bjørns idea of a joke? Make you believe he’s interested just to have you be the laughing stock for him and his friends.

You sat on your bed, allowing your fingers to run through the furs to try and keep yourself grounded. The anxiety had creeped up all afternoon after agreeing to go with Bjørn. Causing your chest to tighten, breathing to quicken, and tears to sting your eyes. You wished to be excited, but your brain wouldn’t allow you. With being tormented most of your life you often kept yourself to yourself, withdrawing from situations where there would be a big amount of people. Having people stare and laugh at you would hurt, no matter how hard you’d try to hide it and in turn made you shy away from others.

You had worked yourself up so much that a great deal of time had passed and unbeknownst to you, the feast had already begun. You’d managed to calm yourself, but it had taken a mass amount of your energy. Causing you to fall asleep.

Bjørn waited outside the great hall for you, he felt like a giddy teenager. The woman he’d had his eye on for years was finally going to spend time with him. The people of Kattegat eyed him as they entered the hall wondering why the prince was waiting outside, rather then drinking ale and getting merry with his people.

“Brother are you joining us?” Hvitserks head poked out the door, “the feast started an hour ago, we Vikings don’t fear the cold. But we do fear missing out on food”

Bjørn hadn’t realised an hour had past and you still hadn’t shown, his heart sank. “I’ll be with you in a minute brother I just need to go see about something” and with that Bjørn set off toward your hut, leaving a confused Hvitserk in his wake.

Your hut glowed from the fireplace illuminating the windows and cracks between the wood, it was situated slightly away from the other homes due to being surrounded by land for your father’s animals and crops. It was the only hut that was lit up indicating that someone was home, every other townsfolk was at the great hall.

Whilst walking Bjørn played with idea of just walking away, it hurt him that you didn’t show. He’d been so eager to hear your voice again. But alas, once he reached your door his body betrayed his thoughts and he knocked. With no response he tried again, this time his fist had caused the door to open.

“Y/n?” His voice was soft, but called out in hopes you’d hear him. The great hall was far enough away that the music and chatter was only a gentle hum in the air. He pushed the door a little more, and noticed you sound asleep on top of your bed. Unfortunately the noise from the door hitting the wall awoke you, it wasn’t a slam but it caught you by surprise and jolted you awake.

Bjørn invited himself in, smiling at the sight of your messy hair. But not too long after the small smile dropped when he noticed the drained look adorning your face.

“You never showed” Bjørn spoke, “so I came to see if you were okay”

You were still pretty groggy, and mentally and physically spent from your earlier episode.

“I’m sorry Bjørn, i-“ you cut yourself off, too embarrassed to admit you were to anxious to show. Bjørn could tell you hadn’t intended to stand him up, the tired look on your face let him know something else was going on. “I didn’t want to be made a laughing stock, Bjørn, I cannot simply fathom why you’d want to be seen with me. So, I got worked up. My fear got the best of me. I hadn’t any intentions of standing you up, I had thought it ought to of been a cruel joke.”

Your words hurt Bjørn, cutting into him like a knife. How could people of been so cruel to make you believe it had to of been a joke. He wanted to be around you, he wanted to be near you, he wanted you.

“Y/n, it hurts that you think I would do something like that to you. But I can understand your worries and fears. But by the gods I promise you, I have no intentions of making a fool out of you. If anything I’m am a fool” Bjørn caught you by surprise, instead of anger or sneering he was understanding and soft with you.

“A fool? How?” You asked

“You have me acting like a child, I’m a fool for you. I just want to be near you. We’ve only spoken once yet I have always wanted to be around you. From the very moment I set my eyes upon you” Bjørn finally sat next to you, his thigh gently pressed against yours. “I will remind you till im blue in the face, that I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I can only imagine that when I get to know you, and I mean properly know you, that I would only fall deeper for you.”

With that you pushed your self up, grabbing the dress you’d laid out earlier, despite your anxiety rising again, you felt you could trust Bjørn. He came to find you, that alone showed he wasn’t trying to pull a joke.

“I’d like to still attend the feast with you, if it’s not to late” you asked walking away to get changed, Bjørns face beamed “of course, I cannot wait to see how beautiful you look”

After rebraiding your hair, and slipping on your dress, you lined your eyes with black makeup making the colour of them pop. You walked out, feeling insecure as you’d opted for an outfit with out your cloak. Bjørn took you in, you looked ethereal. Like something the gods handcrafted just for him. The glow of the fire casted a warm halo around you, illuminating your already perfect face.

You were breathtaking.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked, you looked away from Bjørn as he continued to stare at you in awe. A blush raised on your cheeks. He nodded, and you both made your way toward the hall.

Without hesitation Bjørn shrugged off his furs to wrap you in them when you both walked outside, the chill in the air caused you to shudder. “You didn’t have to that it’s cold” you said, your voice soft. Trying to hide the nerves that seemed to bubble away in your stomach, how would people react to you walking in with the most desirable man in Kattegat. “I’d rather you be warm then myself. Plus it gives you chance to reveal the outfit once more.” You smiled at him, nerves settling when you looked at him. His presence alone calmed you.

Once you both arrived at the great hall you were greeted by the glow of the party that load behind its doors, indistinct chatter and laughter filled the air. Sensing your nerves Bjørn slipped his hand into yours, it wasn’t common to see people hold hands often, especially seeing springer hold the hand of someone. But you appreciated it nonetheless. With a light squeeze from Bjørn you both entered the hall, at first no one seemed to notice you entering. But when Bjørn stepped in behind you eyes starting darting toward you both, nudges and the odd point of a finger. Sending your hesitation Bjørn let go of your hand, immediately placing it on your hip to hold you closer to him. For once the staring didn’t bother you half as much with him by your side.

His brothers watched him guide you to a seat, opting to be away from the head table but close enough that you could clearly see them looking at you both. Sigurd let out a snot shaking his head whilst tucking into his 5th chicken leg of the night.“I wonder, the birds her farther farms are always extremely plump I wonder if he feeds her the same stuff too” the words fell out of Sigurd lips, Ivar let out a laugh too. His brothers were cruel, but they were young so you chose to ignore his comment. Turning your attention to Bjørn, who happened to be sending a look that would put a man in his grave if it could kill toward his brothers.

“Bjørn it’s okay, they’re young. And boys will be boys” you said placing your hand onto of his clenched fist. This small gesture seemed to help calm him as he moved his eyes to you. His face softened, “I shan’t let anyone speak about you like that, so, I shall deal with him later but for now I’m here for you” For the record, after Bjørn had found his brother the next morning, Sigurd never said a thing about you again, infact none of the brothers did.

~Hours passed, you and Bjørn spoke about anything and everything. The conversation flowed as easily as water in a stream. Despite the constant talking, flirting and laughter there always seemed to be a million more things you both could say. People passed judgement but for the most part you ignored it, or hadn’t even noticed. You were both too swirled up with each other that the world seemed a blur. You hadn’t ever thought a man such as Bjørn would have such a gentle, kind and crudely funny side. He’d seen things only people could imagine, done things that no man should ever have to do. Yet here he was pouring his heart out to you.

“I’ll never forget the first time I saw you, we were both so young. It was before I left with my mother.” You looked at him remembering that he once was just a farmers son.

“You were playing with my dear sister, our father’s talking about trading some farm animals for tools. You were pretty to me then, I wish I had befriended you as a child. But, much like now your beauty made me nervous. Even as a little boy I found you intriguing. Like I knew one day I’d make you mine. I never forgot about you know, not since that day. When I came back and I saw you again, you’d grown into this god of a woman, hard working but so beautiful. So unbelievably beautiful”

He finished speaking his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckle. Your brain was scrambled, all these years of thinking no one would ever see you as beautiful. And here he was, a man that no woman could ever truly have, was telling you you were the woman he thought about since a child.

“Bjørn, you’ll have to pinch me, I feel as if I’ve fallen asleep again. Your words they are making me melt” you laughed, he cracked a smile himself.

By now most of the great hall was empty, the gentle buzz from the ale you had drunk was helping you from shying away from his words.

“Bjørn, you had my heart since I was a child. Much like every other woman in Kattegat. And I feel like the luckiest woman alive” you caught his eyes with yours,

He leaned in placing a kiss on your cheek, he tried to not scare you away. He didn’t want to do to much too soon. The alcohol gave you some much needed confidence, and you wanted to kiss the man you’d loved from afar properly,

“I think you missed” you said, pulling him by his collar. He caught your lips with his own. Deepening the kiss by gently placing his hand and pulling you in by the back of your neck. His lips fitted yours perfectly, your body warmed with his touch.

Bjørn Ironside the man no woman would seem to keep, was yours.

[mochiwrites]

Hihi Mochi you want people to continue sharing songbird insanity with you?

I love it so much, and I eagerly waiting in anticipation for the next chapter of good intentions because HOW ARE THEY GONNA GET OUT OF THERE ALIVE??? Grian coming in clutch mayhaps cause he's lived his whole life without magic. Just don't get hurt again Grian I don't think I can handle anymore guilt.

Cleo as Fae King is so beautiful <3333 I had been hoping it would be them and I screamed in excitement when I saw their name on the page.

Fwhip is a little genius spooky man sneaking in like that. I love the way you're written him this far.

Also Doc <33 the way he just covered for Grian and accepted that eh was undercover but went "👀 okay but you're explaining this to me later" dad vibes. I hope mans doesn't get hurt I don't think I could handle Mumbo's sadness if that Happens /dramatic

Also unrelated to good intentions itself but I love Tubbo and Scar's relationship in songbird's blood and I'm also feeling for Tubbo so hard after finding out that actually hey your dad isn't a human also the supernatural exists and ALSO not only is your dad not human he KILLS people and is THE Grim Reaper.

Also also will Tubbo ever meet Bdubs, the moss man living in his basement? :3

Also Mumbo, Grian and Scar <333 three lonely men in three different ways and they're all coming Together and even though they've got a lot of hurdles to go through they're finding their way to each other. Mumbo and Grian constantly holding hands also makes me so giddy /pos

hehehe yes. YESSSSS >:3c

I have so much lined up in this next chapter that’s MMMMMMMM very tasty. very !!!!!!!!! the idea of the characters not being able to use magic is SUCH a fun idea to me because now they have to be ✨creative✨ about how they handle this. and it’s so exciting because we really are all sitting here like “crap how DO they get out of this???” I’m so excited

I love cleo as fae king for SO many different reasons. all of which I cannot say because spoilers </3 but 🥺 hehe I’m glad I could deliver on the excitement :D

WAHHHHH TY ;w; I don’t have too much experience with fwhip’s character outside of like. seeing him in sausage’s pov in empires. so I’m running with nothing but vibes and a dream LMAO. but ough his character in this upcoming chapter is <3333 he’s got some lines that I think everyone will be so normal about mhm mhm

I’m so glad the dad vibes for doc are coming through SKCKDKCKFK he’s honestly so fun to write emfkdkfk esp with him just accepting grian is under cover So easily like he did. I’m sure he’ll be fine though :>

TUBBO AND SCAR’S DYNAMIC MAKES ME CRY WAHHHHHHH. I have some stuff set up for them in this arc that I’m ;-; about. fr wanna hold tubbo so gently in my hands—his entire world got flipped upside down :( and things are only about to get crazier </3

he technically already has met bdubs :D prior to canon actually starting. but who knows…. Maybe we’ll see them interacting :3c

just in general the three of me make me so :(((( they’re all dealing with their own form of loneliness and wahhhhhh. somehow they all end up gravitating toward one another 🥺 things are. Going to get Tough for them in this arc but they’ll be stronger for it <3

[princessbellecerise]

HOTD SEASON TWO THOUGHTS

SPOILERS

JACE AND CREGAN JACE AND CREGAN OMG IM SO GLAD THEY MADE CREGAN YOUNG AND NOT HAVE HIM ACT LIKE HES OLD ASF. He is supposed to be like 20 and I was worried they were gonna try and make him like Ned but NOPE. I liked how they tried to kind of tie in the GOT Stark’s with him but I wish we saw a bit more

WHERE IS VERMAX?? I REALLY WANTED TO SEE HIM THIS SEASON BY BOY GETS NO SCREEN TIME

Lucerys Velaryon my sweet baby boy, I will always remember you. When Corlys said he had that dagger commissioned for Luke I SOBBED. He loved those kids sm don’t you EVER try to tell me he didn’t want Luke to have Driftmark

Ugh, Alyn. Iykyk I was waiting his better half (his brother) to show up

Aemond Targaryen when I FUCKING catch you I swear to GOD. Rhaenyra searching for Luke had me in tears. The way she JUMPED off of Syrax to see if it was true oh god

Speaking of which, her scene with Jace destroyed me. The way he tried to be a good son and heir and tell her about his accomplishments but broke down. Oh my god and the way he reached for her I can’t

The greens had too much fucking screen time. All I heard was them yapping about a war THEY started. Also alicent trying to control her sons is laughable. You raised them to be misogynists and now you’re shocked they don’t value women? Hmmm I wonder why

Speaking of Miss Dowager Hypocrite herself…what happened to honor and decency hmmm? No where to be found I guess. Also Crsipy Cole, for a man that’s been sworn of celibacy you sure do get down alot

Larys Strong is the biggest instigator that’s ever lived and I think we’re about to see him changing loyalties like he does in the books. Hmmm

Luke’s funeral. My god. Jace lifting up Joffery to throw in Luke’s seahorse. Rhaena absolutely sobbing bc that was her betrothed :( . Somebody fucking sedate me

Rhaenys…my girl…what have they DONE to you? They made it seem like she didn’t give a single fuck about Luke’s death. CORLYS GRIEVED MORE THAN SHE DID ARE YOU KIDDING ME. This is not the Rhaenys I know. The Rhaenys that wanted to go to King’s Landing and kill the Greens so bad that DAEMON had to reel her in. Smh STOP WITH THE WISHY-WASHY SHIT. MY GIRL WAS FULLY TEAM BLACK

The writers are cowards and you can tell. B&C was Daemons idea. It was HIS idea for HIS son. Although, much as Team Green talks shit about Daemon, I’m also kinda glad they changed B&C to him ordering Aemond’s death.

And speaking of…sigh. So sigh. B&C was so…underwhelming. If they were trying to spark sympathy for Team Green then they did a horrible job at it because WHAT WAS THAT?? Helaena not even putting up a fight? Just straight selling Jahaerys out like damn girl it’s like that?? AND WHERE was Maelor?

Aegon and Aemond of course can go fuck themselves as usual. Them trying to make it seem like Aegon would’ve been a good king is laughable like be SO fucking for real

Otto Hightower your days are numbered. Just you wait, you’ve given your two psycho grandchildren a taste a power and I’m gonna laugh when it backfires

Overall, I did feel a little bit bad for Helaena but it’s still team black. I hated how they cut out the feast Aegon threw to celebrate Luke’s death. It adds a whole new layer as to why the Greens will never be in the right, if it wasn’t obvious already. ALSO, I cannot wait to see those fuckers realize that most of the realm wants Rhaenyra and not *what did Daemon say?* oh yeah, a drunken usurper cunt of a king

Jason (or was it Tyland) being made a fool had me dying. Like yeah your dumbass wanted him on the throne now what? Now you’re a damn pony. Giddy up fool

Them trying to make it seem like Aegon cares about his son when they haven’t even mentioned he has a son until the plot calls for it…sigh. I love TGC but you can definitely tell it’s HIM smiling and acting all cute towards Jahaerys, not Aegon if that makes sense.

Lastly, Lady Misery has always been Team Black and I wish they’d stop making it seem like nobody was on Rhaenyra’s side. Majority of the fucking realm fought for her it and they’re making it seem like she’s so alone. I also feel like they’re trying to use her grief as a reason she shouldn’t rule while trying to make Aegon seem “good” and I don’t like that

Let’s see what next week’s episode brings but hopefully the rest of the season is more…exciting

[joekeerysguitar]

drunk with kisses

authors note: hi guys! sorry this took so long, i have been super busy with life lately! enjoy this longer ff which gets spicy towards the end! please let me know if you want any special requests or have any suggestions for the future! - nina :)

overview: you’re invited to steve’s pool party full of laughing, food, and of course alcohol. a few drinks later everyone is pretty wasted and you guys decide to play a few games… ones that can change your life forever.

use of y/n, fem reader, steve harrington x reader, fluff, a bit of angst, mutual feelings, gets a bit spicy, mentions of implied sex, makeout, fem reader first time, steve is a sweetheart, nervousness

TW: alcohol

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Accepting an invite to Steve Harringtons party probably wasn’t the best idea. Considering the fact that he is known for his legendary parties, endless amounts of alcohol, and mostly absent parents it wasn’t the best move for your “little miss perfect” self. But, yet again they always say, “Take risks.” So yeah, you took a risk. A huge risk.

It was a small party, just the normal hangout group consisting of Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, and yourself. You knew the drill, just have fun with your friends… but this was the first time ever going over Steve’s house. Usually, Nancy hosted the get togethers and they weren’t very risky since she had strict rules. You didn’t really know what to expect.

Pulling into the large driveway, you took your first glimpse at the giant gray house. Plastered with windows and beautiful decorations, looked like a celebrity lived there. Jesus Christ he sure is rich.

Parking the car and grabbing your belongings along with your snacks you brought you slowly walk to the front door. A sense of nervousness creeps up inside filling your core as you approach the front door. Reaching the doorbell you inhale and scrunch your face nervously as you press the cool button. In response, you can hear the alarming chime of the doorbell and scurrying footsteps.

“Coming!” an unknown murmured voice calls out from behind the door as the footsteps continue getting louder and closer.

You exhale and shake your hands trying to shake off any excess nervousness and jitters. Listening to the rattling of the door and someone struggling to unlock it, you just patiently wait in awkwardness. The door opens to…

the one and the only

Steve Harrington

He stands there smiling in a dark teal-ish green crew neck and jeans. His hair is a bit disheveled but he reaches his hand up and fixes it as he exhales. You watch as his runs his hands through his hair. You cannot stop to smile as suddenly all your worries disappear.

You didn’t know Steve for long.. you only made inferences based off the rumors. You didn’t even know if the rumors were true. He seemed to defy all of them at these few get togethers. You moved to Hawkins’s few months ago, first meeting Robin. Then ever since you’ve been the sixth edition to the friend group. You’ve barely gotten to know anyone so it was very hard to judge.

But there was something with Steve..

Something that made you instantly happy at the sight, made you smile every single time, something that made you feel nervous, maybe giddy.. the feeling was indescribable…

Maybe it was his thick beautiful hair? or his sparking eyes? or his gentle demeanor?

He just looks the the average teenage heartthrob out of movies that everyone swoons over. And you were swooning alright.

Oh fuck it..

You had a crush..

On the one person everyone at school says to “stay away from!”

But you don’t listen. And you don’t even regret it!

Whenever you see him he’s just been the kindest of kind to you.

Fuck stereotypes and rumors.

“Pfft, there’s nothing to worry about. We’re friends and it’s just a normal hangout.” You thought to yourself as he moves out of the way and gestures you inside.

“How are you?” He asks closing the door behind you and you hand him your snacks. He gives you his usual welcoming and kind glare. The type of glare that makes you wanna melt into a puddle.

“I’m good, how are you?” You reply as he leads you to the kitchen. Looking around the house you observe how tidy and clean it is. You were surprised considering the fact that Steve practically lives here alone and teenage boys are dirty. The house was huge, fully furnished with expensive decorations. The kitchen was extremely nice. Dark brown cabinets adorned with a white countertop and tiled backdrop. On the counter, Steve had a whole smorgasbord of food.

“Are we feeding an army?” You laugh looking at all the food. You look over to Steve who is smiling and shaking his head.

“Robins fault, always trying to overfeed us.” He says placing your snacks down. “Drinks are in the fridge, the rest of them are outside.” You follow behind him as he guides you outside to the backyard. It was quite a expansive backyard. A concrete patio leading to an in-ground pool with a diving board. The pool was lined with reclining chairs and tables clearly occupied by the group.

“Guess who’s here!” Steve calls out happily as everyone looks back.

“Y/N!!” They all say collectively smiling.

“Hey guys!” You wave and smile to them all as you reach them. Robin was crisscross-applesauce on the ground in front of Nancy and Jonathan who were laying in a reclined chair while Eddie was sitting by them reclining his feet on the nearby table.

You sit next to Robin who drapes her arm around your shoulders pulling you in for a side hug.

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” She asks letting go and looking at you.

“Pretty good, you?” You reply smiling. Steve pulls over a chair and sits with the group.

“Never better.” She says taking a sip of her drink.

“Do you want one?” Eddie says gesturing to the can of beer in his hand.

“Uhhh… sure.” You reply nervously as he throws you a can from the cooler.

Alcohol, the one thing you’ve wanted to stay away from.

You open the can and place the cool metal on your lips taking a slight sip of the beer. It was definitely not great, hints of barley and spices. But you’re a teenager and tonight was a night of fun. So you dealt with it.

As the alcohol warmed you up from the moderately brisk evening you engaged in some fun conversations with the group. Everyone was getting slightly tipsy enjoying their beers…well beside you. You stopped drinking after half the can was empty. You hated the taste, couldn’t bear it.

Every once in a while you’d notice Steve look over at you. You weren’t sure if he was just looking at you or checking up on you but he had this concerned glare. Every-time you met his eyes he would look away, afraid he’d get caught. You didn’t think much about it as you were suddenly pulled back into the conversation.

A few minutes later you excused yourself to the bathroom.

“Hey Steve, where’s the bathroom?” You ask as he looks over to you.

“Down the hallway to your left.” He replies as you give him a thankful smile. Getting up with your beer which you planned on pouring out you navigated your way to the bathroom. You didn’t really have to pee, you just wanted a break. It was hard being a teenager. You didn’t enjoy alcohol or huge parties like everyone else did. You thought if you slipped away for a bit no one would notice. Well, someone did notice.

Pouring the beer down the drain and chasing it with water you just looked at yourself in the mirror. Taking a deep breathe to reassure yourself you smiled at your reflection which smiled back. As you unlocked the bathroom door and walked out, Steve was leaning against the wall waiting.

“Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing?” You exclaim with your soul jumping halfway out of your body.

“Oh I’m sorry.” Steve apologizes running his hands through his hair. “I just wanted to check up on you. You were gone for a while, you looked a little nervous when you left.”

Steve is the expert at reading expressions. He knows how to read people like a book, especially the people he admires.

“I’m fine.” You lied brushing past him and walking down the hallway to the kitchen. He turned around chasing after you. He was nervous now. Did he do something wrong? Once he caught up to you he placed a hand on your left shoulder spinning you around.

“Wait Y/N, I know you’re not okay.” He says once he got your attention. He has this nervous and concerned look now. Yet whenever he looked at you his eyes remained gentle.

You sigh, “I’m not a huge party or alcohol person. I know this isn’t a huge party or anything but sometimes I need a break. I always wanted to fit in here in Hawkins and I thought maybe partying and drinking would help that. My mom always wonders why I don’t “act like a normal” teenager but you know maybe Im not normal. It’s complicated.” Steve just listens to your entire rant and feels empathy towards you. He completely understands what you mean. Without saying a word he envelopes you in a hug. Wrapping his arms around your torso he rests his head on your shoulder. You hug him back craning your neck to rest on his shoulder. This embrace was full of understanding and mutual feelings. You instantly felt better.

He mumbles into your ear, “A lot has changed for me too. I’m not who I used to be. I don’t drink very much alcohol anymore, I don’t go to parties, I don’t act stupid. It’s completely okay to feel this way and I want you to feel comfortable. Is there anything I can do?” You let go of the tight embrace as you wipe hair away from your face. You shake your head now as you smile thankfully.

“Thank you, Steve. This means so much.” You say looking directly into his still gaze and sparking eyes.

“I’m here whenever.” He says smiling and leading you back outside to the rest of the group.

•••

As the night progressed, Eddie had this “miraculous” idea of swimming in the pool. Everyone was down, well beside you but you went with it. No one was even remotely prepared, no swimsuits, no change of clothes.

Everyone abandoned their seat as the six of you lined up on the edge of the pool.

“You’re going first.” Nancy said to Eddie. “It was your idea.” He agreed before jumping into the pool causing a splash that got on everyone. You staggered back as the cool water touched your skin.

“That’s cold.” You say to Steve who is standing next to you. He looks at you and nods smiling.

Robin follows Eddie and then Nancy and then Jonathan. That leaves just Steve and you standing on the waters edge.

“Last to get in is a rotten egg.” Robin yells splashing water from the pool onto the both of you. You two step backwards getting out of Robins reach.

You look up to Steve who’s eyes are sparking from the waters reflection. His eyes caught you and sucked you in. They were just so beautiful, he was just so beautiful.

“You go first.” You say pushing against his upper arm. He laughs and shakes his head no.

“No ladies first.” He says gesturing to the pool as Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, and Robin stare at you two, exchanging questionable glares.

“Oh stop being polite.” You retort back with a joking tone still looking at him in the eyes. His eyes must of found yours too as you feel a blush under his gaze.

“Okay then how about we go together.” He says suddenly wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and lifting you off the ground as he runs and jumps straight into the pool. You were pressed back into his chest and you can feel it rise and fall sharply with every laugh he gave out before jumping in. This action made you feel every single feeling at once. It was such a spur of the moment thing that you couldn’t even process what happened.

No one has ever done that before. Let alone the person you had a crush on. It was something that you’d see in movies or read in books.

As you made contact with the water he let go and you felt a sense of sadness as you were no longer in his grasp. The water was cold as your clothes suddenly clung to your body like a wetsuit. As you came up from underwater both of you were laughing. Steve was laughing the hardest as everyone else around you giggled. You just laughed and blushed.

You just experienced something romantic. Or at least you think romantic. Your exposure to that world was very slim. Nonetheless, you felt giddy and bashful.

The six of you fooled around in the pool playing endless games and competitions. Your favorite being Chicken. You were hoisted on Steve’s shoulders as you battled with Nancy who was on Jonathan’s shoulders. You constantly kept falling backwards or tipping over sending the both if you underwater. You never laughed harder in your life. You forgot every worry and was just having fun.

By the way everyone was acting you can definitely tell that everyone was borderline drunk well besides Steve and yourself. You found yourself to be the mom of the group constantly telling Eddie to not backflip into the shallow end or telling Robin to stop yelling and to keep her voice down.

After about 45 minutes you all got out of the pool with blue lips and teeth chattering. Steve ran inside and got everyone a towel. After everyone was dried off you all huddled in his living room near the fire place trying to stay warm.

“That was so much fun!” Robin says laughing over nothing.

“I agree.” You reply smiling. The rest of the group agrees as well.

“Wait..” Robin says pondering for a minute. Everyone looks at her and waits for a follow-up response. “We should play truth or dare.” She says excitedly. Everyone besides you and Steve cheer and agree. You just give each-other questionable and nervous looks.

Truth or Dare + drunk Robin does not mix.

Soon you find yourselves all in a circle in the living room. Jonathan just finished his turn. He was dared to shove a whole cupcake in his mouth. He just sat there laughing with cupcake frosting lining his mouth as he struggled to chew and swallow. It was your turn next, Robin was asking you truth or dare.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” She asks as everyone listens attentively.

Being rebellious you reply, “Dare.” She thinks for a moment before a lightbulb goes off in her head.

“I dare you to do 7 Minutes of Heaven with Steve.” She blurts out giggling as the rest of the group collectively “Ooh”’s.

You cannot believe your freaking ears. Your face instantly turns red as a knot forms in your stomach. You look over to Steve who has a shocked look on his reddened face.

“Robin, I don’t think that’s-“ You reply back nervously.

“A dare is a dare. Do it.” She interrupts you speaking a bit more demanding now. You have no other choice, arguing with Robin is already tough enough to win but with her drunk is a whole other game.

She stands up and drags the both of you up and away to his small walk in pantry. She pushes you both inside and slams the door. Yelling from the outside she goes “Im starting a timer, and standing near the door so you can’t escape. Have fun!” You hear the cranking of a kitchen timer as she places it on the counter and returns to talking with the rest of them. You just look at Steve nervously who still looks shocked. You guys are squished up against each other due to the tight space of the pantry.

“Hi!” You say in an awkward breathless tone. You smile.

“Hi!” He replies smiling back a bit.

“Well this is weird.” You say looking at the shelf away from his eyes. He nods his head.

“Robin is something else.” He says awkwardly giggling a bit.

A few awkward seconds go by.

“How are you?” He asks looking at you gently referring to earlier.

“I’m better now.” You say with a slight smile.

“I’m glad.” He replies exhaling.

You two just look eachother in the eyes for many long moments. You admire his soft complexion. His brown eyes, his freckles, his relaxed eyebrows, his pink lips. He is just so beautiful, so freaking pretty.

You feel embarrassed by this situation and Steve can definitely read it. He looks at you puzzled as he gently grabs your attention by pulling a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Looking up at him with your sparking eyes set a small blush to his cheeks.

“Hey Y/N, are you okay?” He asks gently still lingering his hand by your face.

You shake your head no as you look away. His heart sinks a bit at the reaction. To bring back your attention he gently cups your face slowly guiding it back to face him.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He coos gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“I’ve.. never been in this situation before, let alone kiss anyone.” You shakily reply before darting your eyes away.

How could a beautiful girl like her never been kissed? It was unbelievable, truly unbelievable. She was just so pretty and sincere. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Hey, look at me.” He says gently bringing your attention back. This time uncontrollably he blurts out, “Do you want me to show you?”

Your stomach explodes in butterflies as you look at him dumbfounded. Unable to utter a word you shake your head yes. Steve takes this opportunity to go slow and steady, he doesn’t want to make you any more nervous. Still cupping your face he slowly moves towards your face stopping once your foreheads are touching.

“You okay?” He whispers as he watches your eyes dart from his eyes to his lips. You slightly nod and shut your eyes. Steve closes the gap between you pressing his lips against yours in a gentle loving kiss. Your breath hitches at the impact. Quickly, he pulls away to try to read a reaction. Your eyes open wide as a blush forms at your cheeks. Your head is whirring with a million thoughts but yet it felt like nothing at all. Your entire world just got flipped upside down over one small kiss. It felt like heaven, pure bliss. Your lips fit perfectly together like a puzzle waiting to be put together.

You slightly smile as you wrap your arms around his neck bringing you two both effortlessly closer. Your heads lean closer together as you watch his lips. Building the courage, you close the gap once again. His hand found your lower back gently pulling your closer against his chest. Your hands gently played with his hair warning small grunts and groans from him. Neither one of you refused to come up for air as the kiss grew more hot and heavy. Steve bit down on your lower lip earning a gasp from you. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. The kiss was deeper and more passionate now, you two were both breathing heavy never wanting to let go. You ran your hands up and down his back as he held the back of your neck to deepen the kiss by tilting your head gently. Steve let you both take a break by moving to your neck. Your lips were puffy and red but oh were you in heaven. You couldn’t even form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. As Steve asked permission to move all you gave him was a slight nod. He peppered your neck and collarbone with endless kisses and frequent sweet little nothing statements.

All Steve wanted was for you to feel special, to feel loved. He wanted your first ever kiss to be received by him. He just loved you so much and wanted the best for you. Making you feel good made him feel good and that is all that matters. He wanted the absolute best for his sweet girl.

Quickly, the small showering pecks turned into suckles and biting as he left many hickeys that would be there for days to come. Each one received either a whimper or small moan out of your mouth which kept him going. He absolutely loved the sounds you were making. He absolutely loved you.

As he moved back to your swollen lips you both heard the sound you never wanted to ever hear…

…the timer

The seven minutes was up, yet it felt like 7 years. Those were 7 minutes of pure bliss, 7 minutes of hidden emotions poured out, 7 minutes of heaven.

Both of you left that pantry with foggy minds and endless needs of wanting your lips on each others again.

And those needs were met later, just the two of you without a timer.

I guess a little bit of alcohol isn’t so bad after all.

[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! welcome back to The Moon! No posting schedule, but all parts will be posted on Wednesdays at midnight EST. This chapter is… whew! Just enjoy!!

Parings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, sexual content, smut, minors DNI

Word count: 3.6k

PART 9:

Things were weird.

Not necessarily in a bad way, just strange.

It had been about two weeks since the camping trip and you and Sam had naturally escalated your relationship- if you could call it that. You two were together anytime that the both of you were free. In fact Margo had become incredibly suspicious that something was going on with a guy, but you denied. Sam stayed over at your place a few times, but you didn’t stay at his. You two had kissed, a lot, and he even stayed in the same bed as you. But that was all that had occurred. You were increasingly cautious for obvious reasons, but Sam never pushed you or made you feel uncomfortable. He was content to kiss you and hold you while you binged whatever shows or movies. It never felt awkward or forced, but it was still something that you couldn’t articulate.

You were expecting Sam at any moment now. He told you he would be right over as soon as their session ended. You had fixed yourself up, eager to see him. When you heard that knock on your door you felt a bit giddy inside.

“Hey pretty lady, can I come in?” Sam says, greeting you with a smile.

You smile back. “Of course you can.”

“So I was thinking.” Sam states, following you into your living room.

You snicker. “Uh-oh. That’s a dangerous thing.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I would like to take you on a proper date. I think it’s about time, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea.”

“Great- go get ready?”

Your face twists up in mild shock. “Now?”

Sam chuckles. “Yes, now. I’ll sit here and wait as long as you need.”

“What’s the attire?” You ask.

“Something comfortable. I promise I’ll take you somewhere fancy in the morning, but tonight just wear something you’re comfortable in.”

**

You ended up going with light wash jeans with ripped knees, a white tank crop top, a pair of nude platform sandals, and a lot of gold jewelry. You put a few curls in your hair, added a fair amount of makeup, and spritzed yourself down in perfume. It had taken about 40 minutes, but Sam waited patiently the whole time.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You say, stepping out of your room.

Sam stood up and put his hands in his pockets. “You look beautiful, as always.”

You approached him with a smile. “Thank you.”

Sam tilts your chin up and gives you a sweet kiss. “Ready?”

“Let’s go Sammy.”

**

You couldn’t contain your elation when Sam pulled up outside of Dave & Busters.

“Sam! Oh my god. This already is going to be the best date I’ve ever been on.” You say with a laugh.

“I’m actually really glad you said that. I was a little nervous that maybe you might think it was cheesy or something.” Sam says.

You shake your head. “Not at all. It’s perfect.”

Then you two head inside and grab a table. You got a round of beers, mozzarella sticks, and two salads.

“These are the best mozzarella sticks I think I’ve ever had.” Sam says, breaking one apart to reveal the cheese pull.

You laughed. “I’m glad you enjoy them. They are good. But they’re definitely the frozen ones that they’ve stuck in a fryer.”

“The art of American food.” Sam says with a smirk.

“What a fine art it is. I hope you’re ready to get destroyed in skee ball by the way.” You say, stabbing your lettuce.

Sam’s face lights up at that. “Oh you’re on babe.”

That was the first time Sam had really used that word or any of it's kind with you. That made your stomach feel excited.

Once you two had finished up, you made your way to the game room. Sam got a card with a considerable amount of money on it. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“What? I don’t play around here Birdie.” He said with a smile. “Now take me to the skee ball games.”

**

“You fucker!” You yell with a laugh.

Sam smiles with pride. “I’ll take my crown now.”

You two had just finished an intense session of skee ball and Sam had won on a last lucky shot in the 1000 hole.

“You know what, I submit. Good game.” You say extending your hand out.

“Aw what a good sport. C’mere.” Sam says, pulling you into a hug. “Anything else you want me to beat your ass in?”

You break the hug. “Okay Mr. Cocky! Consider the good sport gone. This is war now.”

Sam belts out laughter at that. “No no. I wave the white flag. Let’s work together so we can get some tootsie rolls in the prize shop.”

You bat your eyelashes. “Oh wow Sammy. Tootsie rolls just for me?”

Sam smirks. “You bet baby. If you keep on batting your eyes like that I’ll buy you the whole damn company.”

You shake your head and laugh. “Come on, let’s find the games with the most tickets.”

**

You were giddy. You felt butterflies and you also had a few tequila sodas. You were leaving with a bag full of goodies and your hand in Sam’s hand. Truthfully this had been such a fun “first” date. It was pure fun and most importantly you got to be yourself. You got to laugh with Sam, joke with Sam, and look at Sam. Everyday you felt yourself growing closer and closer to him. But after today you felt your heart swell in a way you had never before.

“Let me get the door for you my lady.” Sam says, opening his car door for you.

“Why thank you good sir.” You say, climbing in.

Sam took the bag of prizes and put it in the backseat, then climbed in the driver’s side.

“Ready?” He asked as he cranked the car.

You smile at him blissfully. “Thank you for taking me. I had the best time.”

Sam grins ear to ear at that. “Thank you for coming with me.” He tucks a small piece of hair behind your ear. “Birdie, you’re so beautiful. I mean that in every way.”

You start to feel a bit bashful and bite your lip. “I think you are too Sammy.”

“Can I kiss you?” Sam asks, softly.

You nod.

Then his warm lips are on you. Your hand moves over to his chest while he grips your face and your hip. Fuck.

You felt a little bold so you parted your lips and slightly slipped your tongue in his mouth. You were greeted with his own and felt a squeeze on your hip. Things were getting very heated, but you realized you were still in a parking lot. You slowly pulled away.

“Take me home?”

Sam cleared his throat a little and nodded fastly.

The whole entire way back to your cottage Sam had a grip on your upper thigh. Periodically lightly squeezing and rubbing you. That was all the edging you could take. You knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as you both got inside and that lit fireworks inside of you. The anticipation sat like a lump in your throat.

When he finally pulled in it felt like it had been a million years. You both got out and Sam laced his fingers with yours. You fumbled with your keys and unlocked your door. Why did you feel nervous? It was Sam. Then it dawned on you. It was Sam. You never thought you would cross any threshold with him, but now you wanted to- badly.

As soon as you got inside you wrapped your arms around his neck and the kissing ensued. It was way more aggressive than the normal soft kisses. Sam’s hands were planted firmly on your hips, but when you lightly bit his lip he groaned a little and shifted his hands towards your ass. That ignited a fire in you and you wanted more. You shuffled towards your room and shut the door, then your lips were on his again. You kicked off your shoes and started to slip off his shirt. Once his shirt was off he looked down at you, trying to read you.

“Are you sure you want to-“ he starts.

You look up at him and bite your lip. “I want you to fuck me.”

Sam’s mouth falls agape slightly at that. He’s absolutely flabbergasted at either what you just said or how you just said it. You see him take a sharp inhale before he says. “Yes ma’am.”

Then his hands are all over you. Before you know it you were both stripped down to your undergarments. Sam’s lips traveled down to your neck as you laid down on your bed. You let out slightly moans when his teeth would graze your collarbone. Sam continued his descent. While his hands rubbed around your waist. He licked a hot stripe down your stomach which caused you to shudder. Then he spent at least five minutes teasing you. He rubbed your upper thighs, kissed them, quickly ran his thumb over your clothed center. You were squirming each time, but tried to keep your composure.

“You’re so beautiful.” Sam said in between kisses as he slid your panties down.

You arched your back slightly as your breath hitched.

Sam takes his fingers and lightly begins rubbing them over your clit while still kissing your thighs.

Soft moans slip past your lips and they frequent more often when Sam’s lips meet your center. His fingers dip into you while his mouth is focused on your sweet spot.

“Fuck.” You say softly before a deep inhale.

Sam hums at you which brings a different sensation. After a few minutes of bliss you feel yourself beginning to shake and Sam can too.

“Sam- I’m gonna- fuck.” You squeaked out.

“I know baby I’ve got you. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl.” Sam coos.

That was all you needed before that wave of pleasure washed over you. It was euphoric as you screwed your eyes shut and rode out your orgasm.

When you came back to your senses Sam was still right there. Kissing you through everything. He came up and lightly kissed your lips a few times. It was so tenderly sweet. Which is something that was unexpected at first. The passion. Sam is itching for release of his own, but he’s still going as slowly as he was before. You grab Sam’s bare back and lightly scratch at it, giving him the okay that he can fuck you now.

“Do I need a condom?” He asks, lightly.

You shake your head. “Birth control.”

He kisses you again then slips into you and groans out- as do you. He gets a nice rhythm going, but you want him to have more. He had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life and it was time to put in the same effort. In a swift motion you switched him off of you and climbed onto him. You sank down on him and used your hand to brace yourself on his chest.

“Goddamn.” Sam said with a moan.

One of his hands was guiding your back while the other slipped up around your stomach and breasts. He was mesmerized watching you lightly rock yourself on him. His eyes never left you, it was intense. But god it was so hot. You had never felt sexier than in this moment. You began to build momentum and your movements became faster. Sam was coming undone and his hips were bucking back into you. His hands were now both wrapped about your hips keeping you locked into place. Moans were coming out of your mouth and Sam’s.

“I’m not going to last much longer, baby. Fuck you feel so fucking good.” Sam said, an octave higher than normal.

That caused you to squeeze around him and moan. “Sammy- right there- don’t stop.”

Calling him that in this situation lit a fire that you could see. He was holding back the floodgates at this point, but he was determined to make you come again.

“Right there baby? How’s that feel?” He cooed.

You were there.

“Yes fuck Sammy. Sammy-“ You moaned as your body locked up. He was right behind you. His mouth fell open as moans fell out. You tightened around him and felt his release. He squeezed your hips tightly and your head fell back. Sweat, expletives, and sex filled the air.

When you gained consciousness again, you slipped down onto him. You hadn’t realized it, but his legs were shaking. Sam pulled you into his side and stroked your hair while you both tried to breathe regularly again.

“Shower?” You finally said looking up at Sam.

He smiled warmly at you and kissed your head before nodding.

Then he fucked you again in the shower.

**

You awoke the next morning barely clothed, wrapped in Sam’s arms. You were so giddy reminiscing on the night before, you felt like you could vomit rainbows. Sam was still sleeping, so you quietly slipped out of bed. You went to your bathroom and took in your appearance. You had purplish love bites over your collarbones and a few on your breasts. You traced them and it felt electric. You couldn’t help but smile. You were smitten. You freshened up and slapped on some light makeup and touched up your hair. Then made way to your kitchen to make you and Sam coffee. Shortly after you felt arms wrap around from behind you and a kiss placed on your neck. You melted into his touch.

“Good morning.” He purred into your ear.

“Good morning Sammy.” You responded cheerfully.

You turned around and planted a kiss on his lips, he tasted like mint toothpaste. He had freshened up for you too.

“Can I take you to breakfast?” He asked.

“Hmm I was just making us coffee. But I suppose that would be alright.”

Sam smirked at you. “Finish making your coffee love. I’ll wait.”

He looked so damn good in the mornings. It gave you an idea that waking up like this everyday wouldn’t be so bad.

**

Sam led you down the streets of Nashville with your fingers intertwined with his. He made good on his promise and brought you somewhere fancy. It was a cute brunch spot. You wore a blue and white floral dress with puffy sleeves and white heels. Sam told you how pretty you looked at least a dozen times. You two sat outside and soaked up sunshine while smiling at one another.

“Can I be candid with you Birdie?” Sam asks.

You nod your head. “Of course.”

He smacks his lips together. “I really like you. I mean really like you. I would like to explore this further, if that’s okay with you.”

You smile at him. “I like you too. What does exploring further look like to you?”

He pauses for a moment. “I want to date you, exclusively you.”

“Okay, yes exclusively.” You say back softly with a smile.

He grins ear to ear and then the waiter comes up and takes your orders. You felt content just staring at Sam all day. Being near him felt like being near sunshine- he made you warm and happy. When you were with him it was impossible to think of anyone else. Truthfully he had snuck up on you. But you were so glad that he did.

After brunch Sam took you to an early movie before dropping you off back at your apartment. He had a recording session this afternoon and you wanted to clean your apartment. Before you parted ways he walked you up to your doorstep and kissed you, then made plans to see you later.

You walked inside and smiled, standing with your back planted at your door.

“Um, what the actual fuck?”

You jumped out of your skin when you saw Margo sitting slack jawed on your couch.

“Oh fuck! Margo! You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!” You exclaimed.

She jumped up. “I broke in with my spare key because I wanted to surprise you with smoothies, but then you weren’t here. I started to leave but then I heard voices outside and then I saw it with my own eyes. Sam? Sam?”

You bite down on your cheek. You hadn’t told anyone about you and Sam yet. “Yeah, well it’s new.”

“Sam? I swear to God I thought it was going to be you and Jake. I knew you were sneaking around with someone and I thought it was Jake. But Sam? What?”

You flinch at his name. He hadn’t been in your mind in a while. “I know it might seem strange. But Sam and I have been spending a lot of time together this summer. I really like him Margo.”

She looks at you for a minute. “I can see that and I’m happy for you. But why didn’t you tell me?”

You huff. “Honestly, it snuck up on me. I didn’t anticipate it- it just happened.”

Margo laughed. “Well good for you. Based on how you’re acting, he fucked your brains out didn’t he?”

You gasp and laugh at the same time. “Shut up.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Okay enough! Can we have our smoothies and you catch me up on you while I clean?” You ask.

“Smooth at changing the subject. But yes I’ll accept because I'm a narcissist.” She jokes.

That was one person down who knows about you and Sam, only the whole world to go.

**

“Coming!” You yelled, throwing down your oven mitts. You fluffed your hair before approaching the door.

It had been a few days since your “exclusively” conversation and you two had been inseparable. He had stayed with you almost every night and he would leave in the mornings so you could work. Then usually return around dinner time.

Currently, you were cooking dinner for you and Sam. Tofu vegetable stir-fry. You had insisted on this because Sam has given you grief about the taste of tofu. You were excited to prove him wrong, but more excited just to see him. You beamed a smile when you opened the door, but it wasn’t Sam.

“Hey stranger.” Danny said, stepping inside.

You made a face, but fixed it fast. “Hi Danny, come on in.” You say sarcastically.

He chuckled. “Thank you. You don’t look too excited to see me, cousin.”

You shake your head. “It’s always a pleasure to be in your company. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Oh come on. How many times have I just showed up unannounced?”

You shrug. “Fair.”

“I came with a purpose today however. I wanted to come by and invite you to the Fourth of July party this Saturday. It’s at our house collectively, but it’s really Josh and I throwing it. When I say Josh, I mean he’s in control of the fireworks and alcohol.”

You scoff a laugh. “Fireworks and alcohol. Fantastic, I'll be there.”

Danny walks past your kitchen and stops. “Smells good. You’re cooking?”

You hum in response.

“Birdie, are you expecting someone?” He asks, suspiciously.

You felt tongue tied and began to feel a little frantic. Sam would be here at any moment.

“Yeah- I uh-“ You started.

Danny lets out a loud laugh. “Hey I’m just fucking with you. I know Sam is probably on his way.”

You furrow your brows and cross your arms. “He told you?”

Danny shakes his head. “No, but it wasn’t hard to put together. Sam has been very absent lately, so have you. I knew you two had become close, but when I saw the way you guys interacted on the camping trip I got suspicious.” He laughs a little. “Then you’ve got Sam showing up to sessions giddy as hell, leaving sessions and not coming home, and I’m the only one who notices.”

You decided to stay quiet and plead the fifth.

“Y’know it’s funny.” Danny states smirking at himself.

“What?” You question.

“Well growing up Sam always had the biggest crush on you. I mean the biggest crush on you. But he never said anything because we always thought you would end up with Jake. It’s just funny how things turn out.”

That made your heart flutter. Sam had been crushing on you your whole childhood, but you never noticed.

Your attention diverts to your door when you hear a knock. Shit, he’s here.

You open the door and there he stands as pretty as ever, but with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He leans in to kiss you as you melt into him. But as soon as that moment flees, you’re hyper aware that Danny is there.

“Hi babe. It smells fantastic in here. These are for you.” He says with a cheery smile extending the flowers to you as he walks inside.

“Um- Sam.” You say, but then he walks in more and freezes when he sees Danny.

Danny is standing there with the biggest smirk on his face. “Nice flowers Sam!”

Sam turns to look at you and you just shrug awkwardly.

“Well, shit. This isn’t how I wanted you guys to find out.” Sam says, breaking the silence.

Danny laughs. “No no. It’s just me. Listen, can we just skip all of the weirdness? I miss hanging out with you guys. I guess I’ll just have to third wheel it now.”

“Sounds good to me. Come make your plate.” You say heading to your kitchen to put your flowers in a vase.

Danny and Sam say a few words to each other and laugh, but you can’t hear it. Then they’re in the kitchen with you.

“Oh god. Fucking tofu Birdie?” Danny exclaims.

Sam chuckles. “Right?”

That now made two people that knew about you and Sam.

**

• thank you for reading :)

[malleleothreesome]

Idk if you’re taking requests but I’ve had this angst idea for some time now

You and Leona are dating, you’re friends with malleus but you don’t hang out with him often because you don’t want to conflicts.

You start to notice becoming more distant and sometimes he even become a little cold towards you, even in bed, but what confuses you the most is that randomly he would be all lovely dovey while being intimate. One day he confesses to you that he has been unfaithful and that he is getting married to a girl (a lioness), a future queen, that needs a king (because a female taking that place is not seen appropriate) and he tells you that this is what he has been waiting for, but he loves you and he will take you with him once he becomes king. To please wait for him to become someone better for you.

But you don’t like that, you want to be his one and only and you don’t want to share. Plus you don’t think it’s fair to the other girl. So you break up. You start getting closer to malleus and a good friendship develops. One day you see Leona walking on campus with the girl, and malleus feels so bad for you.

Fast forward you marry malleus and you are now the queen of briar. But for some reason there’s a gathering/meeting of all kingdoms. And after so many years you see Leona again.

You can end it however you want 🥺

HELLO ARI I know that this is the first time we are speaking but I already feel like I can ALL CAPS SPEAK AT YOU EXCITEDLY.

First off, apologies for taking so long to answer this incredible ask. I kept telling myself I would answer it as soon as I finished my blindfolded Malleus fic, but it ended up taking me way longer than I anticipated to finish that lengthy endeavor.

Second off, I saw this message at like 1 something AM Thursday night last week and I was SO EXHILARATED that it ruined my sleep (no regrets).

Like, this message was TRULY ENLIGHTENING and I am still giddy right now as I type this becAUSE I FEEL LIKE WE HAVE THE SAME DAMN IDEA!?!?!? Like ESPECIALLY the paragraph about Leona and the Lioness crown Princess—I ALREADY have an OC for that role that I use in my daydreams when I'm feeling extra angsty.

The best part is, your idea is more elaborate and complete than my initial idea. If this were a business, I'd hire you as a c-suite level employee. I am beyond grateful for this ask—thank you so much for taking the time to send me such an elaborate request! Ever since 1989 TV came out, I have been obsessed with Is It Over Now? and I've been HAUNTED by MalleLeo angst thoughts every time I listen to it.

And, I just feel like, SO CONFIDENT and SECURE in this idea now thanks to your ask. I am BUZZING with excitement to write this. This is probably going to be like, THE angst fic of my fanfic career. Since these two are my faves I just have tons of gut-wrenching angst ideas swirling around my head, especially around this Leona marriage topic.

Just a warning though, this is gonna be sooooo0o0o0o long. Like I can't help but be detailed with my writing and there are a LOT of points I want to expand upon in this type of past/future LOVE TRIANGLE (ugh I'm SCREAMING with EXCITEMENT AT THIS). So this is probably going to be a long, multi-chapter project that spans many months.

In terms of ending, uhhhhh........... I'm probably gonna do a 'choose your own adventure style' where I write separate happy endings for both Leona and Malleus. Reader can choose who they want because, as tumblr user malleleothreesome, I CERTAINLY CANNOT CHOOSE.

THANK YOU ILY ARI I BOW TO YOU 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️💖💖💖

[jjungkooksthighs]

“Don’t be a tease?” He runs his hands together, the look of innocence passing over his face despite the milky white liquid he has all over them, the wet squelch that makes reminding her of something far less decent when she hears the sound. “Whatever do you mean by that, pretty girl?”

“Don’t be a tease?” He asks, voice ever so light and mischievous, sounding far too innocent to really be true. “Whatever do you mean by that, pretty girl?” Fuck. That name, again! She has to stop herself from opening her eyes for that would be bratty of her, a whimper leaving her throat in the sweetest way possible. Huh. That was all she could do in his presence recently, it seems. To moan and whimper. To crave and want him with every fiber of her being. To melt into a puddle of her own happiness, her cheeks tinted red almost all the time, so much so that he seemed to have forgotten the true color of her skin. Not that it mattered. He loved the effect he had on her, without a doubt. It's why he doesn't stop himself from chuckling at her thoughts of wanting to be a good girl for him, to obey as asked, for he knew that she loved the sound of his voice, the feel of that rich timbre striking every nerve in her body like rain against leaves, precise, sharp, as if the waves themselves knew exactly where to hit her. It's why he doesn't hesitate to speak, a reward for being so good for him. “You’re being so honest with your thoughts, my beloved.” he breathes against her ear. "Unfortunately, you cannot open them yet. This concoction could damage your eyes, too, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” His voice summons a volcano of unkempt desire to rush through her, the low baritone making her swoon, toes curling, her legs kicking out ever so lightly in the tub, the water sloshing about everywhere, getting him wet. “Now don’t give me that, pretty girl. I’m simply enforcing the same rule you give me when you wash my hair.” The way he says it has her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head. Gentle, yet firm. He's so.. sure of himself, and fuck, that's hot. She tries her best to stop herself from squealing, but it's too late. A small peak of it leaves her, and before she even realizes, she's a giggling mess, her hands moving to cover her face, as if to try and hide the blush from him. But, oh, he doesn't like that. He wanted to see that beautiful expression on her. He wanted to see her happy. Content. So, his soapy hands are soon around her wrists, grip firm as they pull her hands away from her face. She doesn't resist, wanting to be good for him, and that has his wolf rearing its head proudly. “There’s that smile I love so much, my love." he praises, truth dripping from every word, the thought of him 'loving' her smile making her all giddy and excited. "Now be a good girl and wait for me to finish cleaning you, yeah?”

Oh, how could she ever disobey him when asks so nicely? Not that she would if so differently. Still, gods, she's ecstatic! Although it's been close to three years since they'd first mated, she's still not used to his teasing. Even now, even after so long, she still can't help but have the biggest fucking crush on him. It's normal for the pack alpha to stroll around the compound as part of a patrol, to make sure everything is kept in order. Part of that duty entails him to visit the schoolhouse she works at quite often. However, what isn't needed is for him to stare at her with those gorgeous eyes of his during class, leaning against the doorframe, as if he had absolutely no idea what it would do to his beloved mate. It wasn't her fault that she was a stuttering mess with the kids that one time. It wasn't her fault that she was as red as a tomato that one time, so flushed that one of the kids had waddled up to her to place a cute little hand on her forehead as if to check if she was running a fever, a pout on their face, as if imitating her gestures when they'd end up with one. It was entirely his fault for being so fucking irresistible. Just like now, as his hands thread through her hair gently, humming one of her most beloved tunes, his voice so airy and light that she's sure the angels might descend to accompany him. Her hand is clenched in a fist as she tries to resist the urge to open her eyes, but, it's getting hard. She needs to look at him.

She's being unfairly starved off that opportunity! This is.. atrocious! A small whimper leaves her, a pout making its way onto her face. How could he expect her to sit tight and still while he sings to her with all of his heart a song that all those who have come of age know to have only one meaning? The intensity of his devotion towards the song, towards her, is visible in the slight tremor in his voice. This was yet another profession of his endless love for her. And she couldn't sit still like this any longer without reciprocating the action! Lucky for her, he recognizes his omega's plight, it seems, for he ends the song with a graceful decrescendo. However, his voice continues to echo deep within her soul even when he decides to speak. “It seems you are just as fond of me singing that song now as you were the first time I sang it to you.” He observes, and a small nod is all he receives, a soft "yes, alpha." leaving her in accompaniment. The first time he'd sung it to her was when she was having a particularly bad nightmare one night. A rather vivid one, he thinks, for it left her trembling and sobbing for far too long even in the safety of his arms. No matter how hard she hugged him, no matter how close to her she pulled him, the fear that the memory stained her with did not leave her. As a last resort, he'd held her close to him in their bed, singing to her this very song, and soon, her sobs had died down, her muscles relaxed. She realized he wasn't going anywhere.

From that night on, whenever she had trouble getting a good night's rest, he'd sing to her, her arms and legs wrapped around him adorably before she slowly drifted away to sleep.

“Oh, and you can open your eyes, pretty girl. I’m done with most of it now.”  It's funny how usually, he has to command her to keep her eyes on him with how shy she gets around him, but this time, she doesn't hesitate to obey, eager to get lost in that loving gaze of his. However, that boldness leaves her soon when he thrusts forward another teasing suggestion, the smirk on his face making her mewl in need. “Can I clean you here, too, my love? I will be gentle.” She's still sore from their recent activities.. Yet again, she averts her gaze, utterly flustered and shy at the illicit memories that shuffle through her mind like pages of an erotic picture book. However, she doesn't forget to reply. “I…if you do that, I will not be able to move. I’m too…too sore. You can clean me there later. I promise.” 

His eyes narrow, a mischievous glint lingering in them as he works his way through structuring a sentence that she is sure will be the end of her coherency. “Very well,” he pauses before stepping out of the tub, and yet another whine is ready to leave her lips at the loss of contact. However, he lends her a hand, helping her stand on her wobbly legs, (again, not her fault. All his.) a chuckle leaving him at her impatience. However, it's not enough. She's about to fall back down to the floor, but he's there to catch her just in time, a hand on her back, another holding onto her wrist, his touch making her swoon. “Let me tell you something, mate of mine.” He whispers against her lips before hooking his other hand under her knees, picking her up in yet another bridal carry. “The next time I clean you, it won’t be with my hands, my love.” Oh. The end of coherency, indeed. Her eyes widen, and without a second's delay, her hand swats at his arm before she hides her face in his neck, a whine leaving her at the laugh that bellows from him, far too amused by the lack of strength she put into that hit. "You'll need more than that if you wanna take me down, brat." he teases, walking towards the towel rack, effortlessly managing to pull the fluffy white towel off the hook all the while balancing her comfortably in his arms. The display of strength only drives her toward more destruction, a whimpering mess in his arms now as he covers her body with the cloth before walking out into their chamber, his footsteps loud as they echo off the wooden walls, and soon, she feels him stop before their bed before he lays her down on the cold covers, a whine leaving her at the thought of getting the sheets wet. "Alpha.." she whines. "The c-covers.." she stutters when he hovers above her form with a cheeky smirk on his face, his arms caging her in against the mattress, making her blush yet again. "t-they'll get wet." her voice is a whimper by the end of the sentence, and so, she pulls the towel closer to her face before hiding behind it, as if that would give her some form of relief from the teasing man that stands towering over her.

“Oh no. Look,” those heated suns lighting his eyes flicker down her body as the water she hadn’t dried off of herself seeps into the sheets, the dark, damp silhouette of it haloing her like some kind of water goddess when he asserts, “they’re all wet. Now what?”

Anticipation bubbles up within her, his less than innocent intent written all over his face. Ardor’s tempest soon darkens and circulates in his irises,  his thoughts made murky by the dirty things that he thinks about. When he’s got her like this, in such a lewd position, it’s impossible for his thoughts not to be dirtied by the possibilities of ruining her for him once again. 

It had been one of his greatest joys to sully her. To lick away all of her innocence until what remained was so craven, so needy for what she’d never had that all she could think about was him. 

With nowhere to go, all she can do is become a helpless seafarer lost to the torrid current in his eyes. 

“Alpha,” she timidly pulls the towel higher so it covers her burning cheeks, “d-don’t look at me like that.” 

“Like what?” He queries, lowering his front so his lips glide along her jaw, “Like I want you? Like I need you? Like I yearn for you?”

 Her mind becomes void of everything when those lips of his converge over the edge of her jawbone, coursing along it as he discloses, “I do desire you. More than you could ever know. You have made me a gluttonous man, my goddess.” His mouth moves down the column of her throat, light as a feather so as not to disturb the colorful marks scouring her neck. “No matter how much I serve you, I hunger for more.” 

Under the towel, it has become hotter than a damned desert. 

Why she clings to it so hard, she doesn’t know. He undresses her with his eyes–he knows what she looks like under it. 

So why?

He’s snickering against her, his wicked lips steeping her in his essence as he gently laves his tongue along the punctures and bruises that mar the side of her neck when he slips them there. 

“You know why, my love.” He closes his mouth around the darkest and largest of the bruises, the two large punctures in the midst of it nestled under her scent gland covered by his tongue as he laves it around in slow shapes that leave her preening underneath him. 

You know that if you let go of that towel, you will not want me to stop. You’ll let me take you again, right here. Right now. 

The moment his words knead into her mind, she knows the truth of them as they are pressed into her soul. 

All she can offer is a weak, breathy, “A-alpha.”

What is it, my love? 

He delves deeper into their bond, his entire being tangling with hers as he slides his hot, long tongue there and back along the thick, throbbing gland that her scent permeates from. 

It’s obvious what she wants when she subconsciously rubs her thighs together, and he observes that with a twisted fascination as he laps at her like she’s some kind of fucking delicacy he cannot get enough of. 

Even his eyes are starting to become cloudy with desire as he imbibes himself of the sweet taste of lavender and lilies made sweet as if sprinkled by sugar. He sweeps his mouth down until he’s skimming the her flesh that is just above where she holds the towel with fingertips that have become white with how tight she grips it. 

“We just…alpha, we jus-ah”, she mewls when he ascends up the other side of her throat, “I promised you that later-”

“So you did,” he hums, the deep sound flowing straight to her core as it washes over her body like some heady wave. “But I find myself thirsty for my mate.” He pushes his knee between both of hers, and she lets him part them as if it is his right to do so. “And I find myself quite parched for her. I know you’re still sore, but I can take care of that,” he brings her forearm up to his lips, his tongue grazing its middle as he drags it up, “But if its too much, if I am too much, say the word and I’ll stop, my love. You know what you need to say if it is too much. I’ve taught you that.” 

Hopelessly drawn by the slipstream of gold that tows her forth, she’s reminded of all the times he has made good on his promises and taken care of her. Always he puts her first, and she knows without a shadow of a doubt that if she were to give the safe word or tell him no, he would heed her regardless of his own wishes. 

He had always been that way, even during the worst of his ruts when all he could think about was breeding. It was why he’d let his father chain him to the biggest, tallest, oldest tree when he’d been but a boy, unable to control his urges and impulses so that she could live ignorant and free of them. Of him. 

She remembered how it had been, years ago, when she had happened upon it after wandering too far trying to find some herbs to aid one of the children who’d accidentally eaten a poison that had paralyzed them. 

She’d been a young girl at the time, too little to consider the dangers of going into the forest alone. 

She’d been wearing a forest green dress, simple in its ankle-length skirt that was loose past the waist where the leather brown corset cinched her waist and chest over the white linen bodice that covered her shoulders and upper chest. Her hair had been tied up with her favorite white bow, the pleated ends of her braid flying with the wind that had been blowing spring winds against her face. 

The boughs had been swaying with it as she walked, her nose catching the inklings of a scent that she’d followed in her dreams. 

The moon had woken from her slumber, long since sat in the seat of the sky as she watched and shared her light with the world beneath. 

It had been past the hour she had been set to return home, but she couldn’t find it in herself to turn back at the first whiff of the unforgettably aromatic scent that had temporarily blanketed her mind in curiosity at the impossible familiarity and comfort that it brought her. 

She’d gone past the riverbank that ran clean with crystalline water, past the canopies of trees that were dressed in green with the new leaves that had grown there. She’d passed the endless brush and foliage that grew thick around them, past the clearing where the flowers and herbs grew in rich patches. 

The first time she’d heard the sound of heavy chains, a loud, deafening howl had accompanied it. It was a sound that had made even the mountains behind her tremble, its intense timbre powerful in the way it claimed the entire valley. 

Where fear should have made its home in her belly, a strange interest nested instead. 

She’d followed the sounds of the chains made as they became foes with one another, coming face to face with a wall of rock that had a curtain of vines growing over it. The masculine grunt of someone struggling on the other side piqued her attention, the interest in her stomach burrowing deeper until she put out a hand, finding not rock beneath the vine, but cool air. 

The grunts grew into growls, and before she could even think about it, she’d pushed past them. 

What she’d seen on the other side had her legs lose their will to hold her up, her hand coming up to her mouth to stifle the whimper she made for the male she thought had only been a figment of her imagination. 

Trapped behind big, heavy silver chains that brace him against the oak tree, his beautiful, handsome features are contorted in discomfort as he stands powerless against them in nothing but trousers that barely hang around his waist from where they’ve ripped and chafed against the chains that he’d no doubt been trying to escape. 

His eyes had been screwed shut behind a blindfold, his head thrown back as an endless string of curses had been thrown from between dried, chapped lips while old animal skin made into a gag had been wrapped around his nose. Both were intended to mask his sense of smelling and seeing, for his father had discovered their den completely destroyed after his son had gone mad with impulse to find her, find her, find her. 

He’d looked so…pained. So lonely. 

She hadn’t even realized she’d been crying until the first tear had trickled down over her fingers where she clamped them over her mouth. 

When he had spoken, it was to the wind. 

“May I be cast here until the end of my days if I cannot control this…this beast inside me. Could never-” he’d hissed the words out, his strength sapped from his bones as if the chains were siphons of his continual weakness. “Gods, make me stronger. I am a weak man. Could not,” his voice had broken off while he’d lowered his chin against the first tears of the sky. Thunder rolled in the distance and a part of her had cracked hearing it. “Could not face her like this. Punish me until I could never think to do a wrong by her. Please.”

Something in her chest had snapped seeing the most beautiful male she’d ever laid eyes on look so…imprisoned by infirmity. 

She’d wanted to do something, anything, to help him. To free him. 

But the eyes that had been on her the entire time had had other ideas. 

She remembers only the pricking sensation in her neck, her hand pulling out the makeshift dart from the side of her throat before the world had gone dark, the male strung to the tree ahead of her blind to her despite what she swore was her name being uttered weakly from his lips. 

The male before her now had gone through such torments so that he could have her like this. So that his love would feel only trust, loyalty, and devotion for him and none of the poisonous sentiments that had so festered in her while she’d grown up subjected to such evils by those she thought cared for her most.

It’s why she releases the towel, reaching up to cradle his face with both hands and then she whispers, “I love you, alpha. Do you know that?”

He nods, turning his face into her hand so he can press his lips against her palm. 

Yes, my love. I know. I knew long before you ever said it. 

She’s about to pull him down for a kiss, but before she can, there’s a rapacious series of knocks at their front door. 

She whines sourly, their moment spoiled by the unwanted intruder to their domain. 

He takes her hand in his, bringing her knuckles to his waiting lips to apologize.“Do not worry, my sweet. I always make good on my promises.” The desire clouding his eyes still lingers even with the knowing smirk now crossing his features. “Now run along to the bathing chamber and wait there. Your attendants will join you soon enough. After that, I have a surprise for you.”