#lillian drabbles

[viesalias]

Wip Wednesday!!

Maybe someday I'll be brave enough to post the whole thing...

A (later) continuation of this post

Pairing: Gale x Named!Fem!Tav (Lillian)

SFW

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“We should take care of that lip of yours as well, so it doesn't get infected.”

He doesn't respond, instead opting to observe her while she works. Her nose scrunches up when she's focused and her lips purse into a pout he can't help but find utterly adorable. When her fringe falls into her face, she makes two attempts at blowing it out of the way before letting it hang in her eyes while she dabs the salve onto his lip. Her fingers tentatively hold his cheek while her thumb brushes soothing back-and-forth motions over the cut. He sucks in another hiss of pain at the stinging sensation and her grip on him tightens just so.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

He is acutely aware of the gentle pressure from the pads of her fingers on his cheek and jaw, so much so that the sting of his lip fades into obscurity. It’s been so long since he’s been this close with another person, he has to steel his will so he doesn’t shiver at the contact alone.

[dapperbasil]

OC Kiss Week: Day 2

Toronto, Ontario. July 2005.

After many years away, Lillian arrives at her pack's old haven to refurbish it for a new purpose... As well as to pay her respects.

When the clouds turned gray and the sky opened up to a torrential downpour, that didn’t bother Lillian in the least. As rain pattered against her porcelain skin and her clothes stuck to her body, she was undeterred. Kneeling in the cathedral garden at the two headstones secluded from sight, the Tzimisce recited her prayers. Useless, formless prayers for Alice and Nadia, prayers to an unloving and unforgiving God that they have found rest in their final deaths. The words continued to spill from her mouth, even as her tears joined the rain overhead, blood mixed with water dripping onto the ground in front of her. A thank you to the dark father for their unlives, for the many years they devoted to the pack. An apology from their priest, who couldn’t even be there in their final moments.

As rain fell from the sky and tears fell from her eyes, Lillian felt a soft hand on her shoulder. Only once her words were finished did she turn around to see her husband standing next to her, holding an umbrella over the two of them. No words were exchanged as Lillian took his arm, pulling herself to her feet. Brushing off the dress now covered in dirt and blood and soaked through with rain, Lillian stared almost emotionless at the graves in front of them. “I should have been here for Nadia. For my pack.” Her voice was cold and sharp, almost as if she hadn’t just been mourning only moments earlier.

Marcus handed off the umbrella to his much taller wife and leaned into her as he did so. “She fought valiantly, Nadia would not want you to mourn for her.” No more words were shared at this moment, the two simply stared at the graves before them as the rain poured down heavier and heavier. Of course there were no bodies, no remains, nothing. There was no proof Nadia ever even lived, aside from their memories. He supposed that was why Lillian insisted on the graves. His wife had always been a sentimental sort, after all.

“I do not mourn for Nadia.” Lillian spoke up, breaking the silence as she began to lead the two of them out of the spot hidden by the overgrowth where the tombstones lay undisturbed. Her eyes look at the garden around them as they pass, noticing how unkempt it has become and how much work is needed to tend to it. She stops at a flowering plant, reaching over and holding its petals within her cold, almost mechanical hand. “I mourn for the new life that will come to my cathedral. If I cannot stop the death of a skilled warrior such as Nadia, how am I supposed to lead fledglings into war?” Plucking the flower and letting it fall to the ground battered by the storm, Lillian looks back at the man beside her. “I am no ductus, I am barely a pack priest. I am not meant to lead, not in this condition.”

The Ventrue beside her walks around to stand in front of her, not caring how the rain pelted him as he did so. Reaching up to cup her cheek, the blonde man gives a compassionate smile to his wife. “Your condition as you call it hasn’t stopped you the past hundred-eighty years, and I doubt it will stop you now. You are nervous, but you aren’t alone. Your priest will be by your side each step of the way, and of course…” He takes her free hand in his, their fingers interlacing as they have time and time again. “Simply call upon me, if you ever so need.”

Lillian leans down, drawing Marcus into a kiss as she drops the umbrella to better pull him closer. The storm has become a downpour at this point and in the overgrowth of the garden the two feel branches and leaves thrash against their backs. Neither seem to notice however, even as the wind blows the umbrella away and Lillian laughs into Marcus’ lips. When the two part, their foreheads lean against one another as they share a knowing smile. “I always need you, darling.”

[turmoilcity]

They Moved into a mansion in the year of 2008

This is an AU based off mth that awesome ppg fic i'm obsessed with

.~.

A gush of wind dashed down the hallways.

"Guys!" Jenna cried desperately after it. To her surprise, Lillian bounced up to her.

"It's no worries. Mrs. Morbucks says we can use our powers here! She already knows we have them!" Lillian claimed gleefully. Jenna gave an eye back to the lady standing neutrally in the yard. A grimmace appeared on her face.

.~.

"Why the fuck can't we use our powers here!?" Bella barked.

Jenna folded her arms, "it's not smart to break our covers under any circumstance until-"

"I can't take this shit anymore! I need to punch! Breathe! All this time we've had to contain ourselves, and you know I'm the worst at doing it!" Bella barrelled over her,breathing heavy.

Jenna tried to remain neutral,  "You think this no power bullshit is just hard for you?" She snapped. "We're all here undercover, so take a number!"

"Easy for you to say when you're the big, bitchy, boss who has no one to answer to."

"I've had to put up with your ridiculousness since we got here!"

Lillian sat in a chair of the large room filled with bookshelves and her friends arguing as she looked wearily between them. It was like the bickering was never going to stop and they kept taking a step closer as if any second they were going to get physical. Eventually she shot up from her seat. 

"Guys." She said over them they stopped enough to acknowledge her but didn't break eye contact. "Break it up already. We shouldn't be fighting over this," she said in a placid tone.

Jenna stood back, cocky like with a hand on her hip, "Yeah. Exactly. Better off not arguing with the one who has to call the shots anyway."

Bella groaned, "Oh please." Lillian sighed defeatedly plunking herself back in her seat.

A knock came at the door and all three turned to.

"Girls, I heard you up here and ordered Alfred to make us some lemonade. May I come in?" It's Mrs. Morbucks.

Jenna glares at Bella, "Yeah," she says loud enough for her voice to carry. 

There's the sound of glasses clinking and liquid splashing about as Mrs. Morbucks struggles with the door. Lillian zips to help her.

Mrs. Morbucks is relieved upon the help, "thank you dear," she smiles and huffed graciously. The glasses clink as she carries it in. Bella and Jenna are still having a death match over who can stare the longest. 

"I'll help you with those," Bella says, not breaking eye contact with Jenna.

For a moment it looks like she's gonna use her powers to float to the woman, instead, she gives into Jenna’s glaring, turning her back and inhaling greatly before helping the woman out.

"Oh, you girls are so precious, " Mrs. Morbucks says kindly as the dish is lifted away. "I really appreciate the help.”

"It's nothing," Bella grunted. 

Mrs. Morbucks takes a seat, "so," she claps her hands. "What do you think of the place?”

Lillian immediately lightens up, "it's so big in here! " She looks up dazed for emphasis, "I didn't think it'd have this many rooms, and it's already so big on the outside!"

"Definitely didn't take in the full size of this place during Princess’ party," Bella smirked. Her eyes went wide and she swore under her breath, "dammit. Was I supposed to say that?"

Mrs. Morbucks laughed, "it's fine hun, I already knew she threw plenty while I was away. Here, help yourself to some drinks while they're fresh."

Lillian and Bella picked up a glass as Jenna stood back, arms crossed and mouth shut. 

Bella actually scoffed at her, "What? You think she's poisoned it or something?"

"Wouldn't have helped us to spare your tongue for us if it was, huh”" Jenna shot back venomosly, words spilling out of her like a shaken up soda bottle.

Bella groaned, rolling her eyes, "Oh please. Spare me from your theatrical linguistics.  Why don't you talk like a normal person, unless you're too good for that too?"

"That's rich coming from the person who acts like they can't give into themselves for one side mission!" Jenna exclaimed this by slamming her fist on the table, disrupting the glasses.

Lillian went panicked and Bella just seethed.

"I…I'm sorry," Jenna muttered not lifting her eyes to the lady in front of her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "You really came in at really frustrating time."

"Oh, I heard you two arguing from the villa’s garden outside. You two seem very acquainted with shouting over one another." 

Bella scoffs again.

Jenna rolls her eyes, "Please Mrs. Morbucks, " she takes a glass, "we can work this out on our own."

"Are you sure?"

Jenna frowned at her, offended, "Positive. And it's best that you stay out of it."

Mrs. Morbucks raised her eyebrows, "Now Jenna, is that anyway to talk to an adult? I was sure Evan raised you better than that."

Bella laughed and Lillian frantically shoved her, shushing her twin. 

"We are here based on work related terms. The respect is mutual." Jenna clarified. 

Mrs. Morbucks looked at her a moment before shrugging, "if you say so dear. Lemonade?"

" 'M not thirsty." Jenna grunted turning away.

"Okay, well I just wanted to welcome you three," Mrs. Morbucks says. "I know it's random to be invited to a mansion by the mother of an ex self proclaimed villain and all,  but I assure you, I mean no harm. Take your time familiarizing yourself here if you need to."

Lillian was gracious, "thank you, Mrs. Morbucks! " she beamed.

"Yeah, thanks," Bella muttered sipping her lemonade.

"Ofcourse." She stood and dusted herself off, "Now, I wanted to show you girls the other rooms with a bit of a tour."

Lillian was elated, "A tour?"

"I heard there was an arcadia," Bella spoke up. 

Jenna only crossed her arms. 

"Well, the only way to find out is if we take a look and see." Mrs. Morbucks said giddy. Guiding them out of the room.

.~.

"That mansion tour was overrated, she just wanted to boast about how big this place is." Jenna muttered fanning out a shirt to fold and store away.

Lillian was helping her, sat on her bed, "Oh Jenna, why do you have to look at the bad side of everything," she said nurturing, picking up some laced underwear and stretching them out to look at them.

Jenna grabbed them away, "I'm not looking at the bad side, im just being realistic," she huffed and picked up another shirt, "this woman just comes out the blue claiming she's here to help us. I can barely trust myself at times, I'm definitely not trusting her."

"If you can't trust yourself, how are you going to be our leader?" Lillian poked feigning a nagging gesture with her hands on her hips.

Jenna sighs, slumping slightly, "I don't know." Her friend wraps her in a hug.

"I'm only joking," Lillian smiles at her. 

There's a commotion in the hall that stirs the both of them. 

"Sorry! I think I broke a vase trying to move my PC set in" Bella says from the hallway. Mrs. Morbucks could be heard dialing Alfred. "Would be nice if I had my powers," Bella glared into the room.

"You can't even play on the internet on that thing, you already tried setting it up at the other house," Jenna pointed out. Bella flicked her off, then her eyes dash to Lillian clung around Jenna in the mess of clothes on her bed.

"I thought you said you'd help me set this up!" Bella cried.

"Sorry! I wanted to help Jenna fold some of her clothes!" Lillian exclaimed before rushing to help her twin. 

Bella muttered incoherently to Lillian as she joined earning a whack from her. Jenna rolled her eyes sure that whatever Bella had said was something to do with her, and settled back unto the bed to finish her folding.

[vvarvvon]

LILLIAN N. BISHOP, a tag dump

[chillinglyadventurous]

I love you, I’m sorry Drabble

Spent the weekend sobbing to I love you, I’m sorry by Gracie Abrams. Wanted this to be a Ford x Lillian fic, but those seem to underperform, so here’s Ford x GN!Reader

The late evening light filtered through the study’s tall windows, casting the room in hues of orange and blue. You sat across from Ford, the quiet tension in the room almost palpable. He was bent over his work, eyes focused on the pages beneath his hands, but you knew he was aware of your presence. He had been pulling away lately, his attention pulled in so many directions, other worlds, other dimensions, everything, but you. Now, it felt like you were both drifting further apart even in the same room.

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” you said, breaking the silence, your words a confession.

Your words hung between you, raw and unguarded, as he finally looked up. His expression was stuck somewhere between sadness and regret. His eyes searched yours and, for a moment, you thought he would reach out, pull you close like he used to.

“I love you,” he sighed, voice so soft you almost didn’t hear it. There was a weight to his words, something deeper that he’d kept hidden even from himself. “I always have, but I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again, there was a distant look that made your chest ache. “I thought I could keep you close, but I keep pulling you into my own darkness. You deserve better than that.”

You felt a pang of both relief and pain because you knew his words came from a place of love, but they also stung like goodbye. Reaching across the table, you took his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath yours. “I don’t need perfect, Ford. I just need you.”

For a second, he gripped your hand tighter, a glimmer of hope shining in his gaze. But then, as if recalling some old wound, his fingers slipped away. “I love you, I’m sorry.”

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Evening Quiet

A Curtis x Honey Drabble.

1.5k What makes a house a home? The people.

Warnings- mention of sexual activity.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

Yes you were glad to be home. 

Vacationing was always nice, getting away to see someplace new was always exciting. Florida proved to be just what was needed to battle the winter chill with its sandy beaches and endless amounts of sunshine that for you and Curtis seemed a blessing. 

After battling the freezing ice and snow of Duluth, Florida’s weather seemed like summertime to the two of you. 

There were nights of firepit and beers in the backyard, lazing around on a yacht that Frank was currently working on, some shopping to be had, and the food, you were greatly missing the taco truck right about now. 

But all that said, you were glad to be home. Right now home wasn’t your third-floor apartment in downtown Duluth. It was curled up on Curtis' couch, watching a television documentary about a haunted house in Pennsylvania where the ghost team started talking about the history associated with the residence. Outside, big heavy flakes slammed against the window like they were trying to escape the cold too, but the clear glass on the picture window was keeping you and Curtis safe. 

Wrapped around your legs was the afghan off the back of the couch, Curtis’s hand was resting on the curve of your waist, his fingertips lightly grazing the bit of skin peeping from your pajamas you had spent most of the day wearing and nearby the small wood stove he used for the first floor chill was popping once in a while as the wood provided them with sleep inducing warmth. 

Your head was laid down on his thigh, the very motion of his fingers and the warmth under the blanket making your eyes slip close once in a while in complete blissful calm. 

It was settling in the way that this felt like where you were supposed to be at the end of your day. You didn’t even realize that the simple motion of letting your eyes close and give in to that feeling would make your breathing grow heavier and you completely lost track of the show. 

Curtis noticed though, because that last bit of tension seeped from you and finally you let yourself sink into his lap. He could feel the warmth of your breath’s sink into the fabric of his black jeans while sleep seemed to sneak up on you. 

He couldn’t resist letting his fingers slip further down, without any intentions other than to rub at your hip, the soothing sensation making you stretch a bit in a moan at the comforting touch he provided. His gaze stayed on the tv for the most part, being interested in the findings and history of the old homestead that actually reminded him of his own home. 

He wondered where his house's ghosts were wandering around tonight. He had heard a few creaks earlier on the stairs, which might be from the cold snapping the house's old bones outside, but it was easier to let himself think it was Wilford and Lillian appreciating what he was doing with their loved home. 

It certainly has all come back to life since you came into the picture. His weekends no longer consisted of him all alone, but you were there with your endless amounts of sewing projects and script rewrites for your drama club, working on your next science-themed project for your classroom, the scattering of your books from the living room to the upstairs nightstand where you never seemed to bring them home to finish reading and he never mentioned it simply because he liked to read them too before going to sleep. His little Honey had some erotic reading tastes that he fully intended to use on you. 

Like the recent chapter, he read the other night while you were back at your apartment gave a very detailed description of using paints in foreplay. He chuckled softly to himself imagining the painting the two of you would make, hung up for no one to know. 

His amusement with his thoughts must have woken you, cause you stirred just a bit, shifting to roll to your back and look up at him, blinking sleepily at him for a moment. “What’s funny?” 

“Oh, just thinking about how good you would look covered in paint while I was having my way with you.” Curtis said matter of factly while watching the ending of the show with his eyes half shut like he was also starting to fall asleep. 

You blinked at him a moment while his gaze drifted almost lazily down to where you were laid on his lap, the crinkle in the corner of his eyes giving away his amusement at the way your face heated up. Your brows twisted for a moment in thought as you clearly recalled reading something very similar. “Did you read my book?” 

A grin cracked on his face with a suggestive arch of his brows that said he clearly did and you gasped when he swooped down to steal a kiss from you. “Honey, you want me to kiss and tell?” 

You gave a teasing little snort as you went cross eyed staring up at him. “They are for educational purposes.” 

Curtis straightened back to a sit, his fingers dancing along your neck and massaging into your hair at the base of your scalp, it felt so good that you let yourself get slightly distracted by it. “Oh I know you are getting quite the education from it. I can’t wait to reap the benefits.” 

You again felt your face heating up, knowing exactly what things he read in your books. All the kinky little smut fests that had supposed plot lines leading up to all of them. Your hands covered your face with a groan, peeking up between your fingers. “You weren’t supposed to learn my dirty secret.” 

Curtis clicked the tv off, his features turning thoughtful at your words. “Why is that, were they something you didn’t want me to see Honey?” 

“No, no, I don’t care. I’m just shocked you even took an interest in my pile.” You gave a little shrug while giving a yawn and cuddling in closer, enjoying the quiet of the wood crackling in the nearby stove and the snow gently hitting on the glass. “But…” You went a bit quiet, trying to sort through the masquerade of feelings it brought up in you that Curtis wasn’t making some snide remark about your ‘porn’. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it if he was mentally filing away scenes from it. Curtis as usual was patient, not rushing you to spit out what you were trying to say. “I like that you saw them and you’re okay with them?” 

Curtis already knew what was on your mind, you had questioned him a few times about things that he honestly never would have thought about. That your ex was such a controlling asshole to you that you still worried about him actually being mad if you did something you thought he wouldn’t care for. His features softened towards you. “Honey, I am always going to be okay with whatever you choose to read and want you to. You don’t ever have to hide them from me. It’s like the toys, I encourage it.” 

Any apprehension seemed to melt away when you got that confirmation from him, moving to ease yourself up. Curtis's arms shot up in a stretch while giving a yawn. “But tonight, I’m crashing early so no smut reading for me. Gotta do snow cleanup before leaving for the yard in the morning.” 

Your hand reached out for his, helping him off the couch. “Meet you upstairs?” 

“Go on up, I'm just gonna tend this fire and make sure the house is closed up for the night.” He tugged you in close for a second to steal a kiss and then released you towards the stairs. 

As you started up the old creaky stairs, with the various pieces of artwork and old photographs of his family hanging along the hallway leading towards Curtis’s bedroom, your pile of sewing materials piled on the bottom step amid some of Curtis's clothes that needed patching, to the kitchen where you could hear Curtis opening the cupboard above the stove that held all your teas and honey, out of the corner of your eye you saw the cover of one of your books on the coffee table your boyfriend takes sneak peeks at as well as his reading glasses perched atop of the cover, this old house with its stories that you were starting to become a part of and the man who would follow right behind you because he always tried to do what he said he was going to do, these things were starting to feel like home more then that drafty old apartment you had crashed landed in after you restart your life to get away from your ex. 

This was becoming where your heart belonged.

[idalenn]

spare - for the random word generator prompt!

Thank you for the drabble prompt! I'm putting this under a read more because it went a little longer than I thought it would.

A bit of Lillian thinking about her family below the cut.

"That their paths never crossed was one part happenstance and two parts misfortune. She was out of sync with her family’s rhythms. Spending a surplus of time among folks who used words like “civilized” to define themselves would do that; what really differentiated “poacher” from “hunter” other than a loose set of laws made up by people who’d forgotten their forebears’ love for one another?

Look at Garlemald, Lillian thought as she poked at the blackened log in the fireplace and chipped off another brittle corner. Fire and cataclysm. A falling moon. Enormous swaths of the Shroud burned to cinders. Orange wisps flew from the crackling flames to land at her feet before she rubbed them out underfoot. A hearty tree and some blankets to smother any flames that got too close, that’s all they would need.

She chuckled to herself. What was Dalamud’s wrath to a nature-tempered Keeper and a sopping blanket from their mother larger than herself? And a tribe? They’d have carved their way through the chaos making fools of anyone who hoped for fate to spare them as though there were sniveling kittens packed into a box. They needn’t even reside within the Shroud any longer. They could have emigrated to Limsa Lominsa, or Ul’dah, or spent summers preparing clothes and supplies to live the remainder of their lives in cold Coerthas. So long as she never found them, she could claim to herself they were alive somewhere, forever, sitting around fires while visitors traded bits of her tale for them to chew on. She could have even forgiven her family if they’d forgotten her entirely. By turning her gaze from any scrap of evidence, her heart would never be convinced of their demise, and that was enough.”

[luriddaze]

continued from HERE. // @soft-drabbles

"oh yeah? i suppose you do know more about that than anyone else i know." jaxon was far from a subtle man, and it definitely showed in how he interacted with her. he simply couldn't keep his eyes off of the woman, nor could he keep his mouth shut about how much he missed being with her in every sense of the word. the man took the joint back from her grasp, smiling brightly as he brought it back to his lips, all while keeping his eyes focused on her as she spoke. jax couldn't fight the chemistry between them, even if he tried his hardest. a large cloud of smoke escaped between his lips and into the air surrounding the two of them. "you know you're the only one who gets to see this sweet side, don't you? i'm pretty sure everyone else thinks i'm a royal pain in the ass," he stated with a small chuckle. nobody really understood him like lillian did, or found his brass humor to be all that amusing, but she saw the good within him that many would never dig far enough to get a glimpse of. "i know i joke that you can't stay away from me, but the truth is, neither can i. i mean, with you. if you didn't show up tonight, i'd probably show up at yours." he admitted with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. "how about you finish this off and i can join you in the kitchen?" he suggested, handing the joint back to her with a dimpled grin. "i promise i'll be a better date than that other idiot. you have my word."

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! February 26 - March 3, 2024

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

Story Of Seasons: A Wonderful Life - by OmegaRain_Productions; Complete, 1/1, 1.9k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warnings: Major Character Death; Categories: F/F, F/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Summary: Following the Death of her father; Ashley Natsume moves to Forget Me Not Valley with one goal in mind; revive her fathers farm back to its glory days; no mater what.

The Language of Flowers - by spoopybat; WIP, 76/?, 186k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: The Tale of Two Towns Relationships: Cam | Kamil/Lillian the Farmer | Sato, Chelsea/Vaughn | Waltz Additional Tags: **NOTE: Some tags have been removed to remain Safe For Tumblr. Please see AO3 for complete listing** Tags Contain Spoilers, POV Alternating, Background Relationships, Starting Over, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Friendship/Love, Minor Character Death, Minor Violence, Minor Injuries, Physical Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Socially Awkward Characters, Cliche, Mutual Pining, Awkwardness, Awkward Flirting, Emotional Baggage, References to Depression, Dysfunctional Family, Melodrama, Family Drama, First Love, First Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Morning After, Morning Cuddles, Morning Sex, Christmas, Domestic Fluff, Kitchen Sex, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Constipation, Arguing, Medical Conditions, Medical inaccuracies but I'm gonna do my best, Panic Attacks, Engagement, Couch Sex, Wedding Fluff, Weddings, Honeymoon, Body Worship, Making Love, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mental Anguish, Spa Treatments, Fights, Making Up, Mental Health Issues, Depression, Language of Flowers, Emotional reunion, Reunion Sex, Pregnant Sex, Therapy Summary: Lillian, a young woman from the Sunshine Islands, left her home and moved to Bluebell. In hopes that moving to this rural farm town to escape her troubled past and find the happy life she had always wanted.

Brown - by CreationsGoneAwry; WIP, 2/7, 5.1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandom: Trio of Towns Relationship: Female Farmer/Hinata; Characters: Female Farmer, Hinata, Komari, Yuzuki, other characters make minor appearances Additional Tags: Romance, Friendship, Family Issues, Female Friendship, Male Friendship, Drama Summary: Three childhood friends - Hinata, Yuzuki, and Komari - have let the newcomer, Holly, into their circle, and the four are very close friends. As time goes on, though, Holly realizes she wants to be more than friends with Hinata, who is also not-so-secretly crushing on her. Light teasing and frustration from Komari and Yuzuki ensue when either of the idiot pair continues to deny the possibility that the other has feelings for them.

Orange Candy - by buckwheatseeds; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationship: Chase/Molly the Farmer; Character: Molly the Farmer Additional Tags: Cooking, Drabble, Short One Shot, Backstory, Falling In Love Summary: Sweet, sweet orange candy. Molly makes a gift in return for Chase's gift to her.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

turned my water into wine #2

see my masterpost for what came before this. this drabble takes place after some nights seem forever lasting and before the start of my fair lady. prompted by @ravendruid. inspired by @romeoandjulietyouwish's medieval au.

As soon as the frost thaws in the spring, the castle walls hardly ever see Keyleth. She spends as much of her day as she possibly can in the extensive gardens, readying the plants for their growing season. Zephrah has a whole team of royal gardeners, of course, whose entire job is to see to these gardens and ensure their successful growth, but Keyleth has never been content to let others do all the work. On a morning, she dresses in a plain brown dress and a pair of sturdy work boots, something entirely out of the norm for a princess, and trudges out into the still-chilly air to begin working. None of the gardeners seem to mind; in fact, each morning, when she checks in with Lillian, the head gardener, she gets an assignment for the day and accepts it without complaint or argument.

Throughout it all, Vax is her dependable shadow, following her from bed to bed as she aerates the soil for planting. Even though he is supposed to keep his hands free in case of attack, he usually ends up carrying her satchel of gardening tools, handing her whichever implement she needs as she asks for it.

The entire time, she talks, narrating what she's doing and working through complicated issues and encouraging the early buds not to grow too fast. She is relaxed here, hidden among the plants and mounds of dirt, far more than she ever is up in the castle. Vax wishes she could be here forever, if only to keep that easy smile on her face.

One late morning, she's checking on the snowdrops, which she tenderly planted back in fall ahead of their early spring bloom. The bulbs are brilliant white and full, and she beams with pride. "Look, Vax! They're doing so well!"

He'd told her, of course, back when she planted these, that snowdrops were his mother's favorite. He kneels beside her to inspect them. "They're gorgeous, Kiki. I'm so glad they made it."

"They're hardy," she says, gently brushing her fingers through the stalks. "Even the coldest winter can't keep them down."

Already there's weeds creeping in, so she digs her knees into the dirt and begins ripping them out. As she does, she's telling him all about these particular weeds, and why they're so important to keep ahead of, and what they can do to a plant when allowed to grow unchecked, but Vax hears none of it. Instead, his attention is consumed by the smudge of dirt on her cheek, an inch or so above her jawline. It moves as she talks, and Vax feels the overwhelming urge to reach out and stroke it from her skin.

The impulse is not eased by the way the sun overhead sets her hair ablaze, a thousand shades of orange and red interwoven into a mesmerizing sunset that cascades down her back. Her freckles, as numerous and dazzling as the stars, also flourish like wildflowers in the light, and when she reaches up to wipe the sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist, he worries he's going to make a terrible mistake right here in this garden.

"...and that's why dandelions truly have an unearned bad reputation, though I do understand the need to keep them from your flowerbeds—Vax, are you even listening to me?"

His smile comes easy. "No."

She's looking at him now, confused, but when she sees the intensity of his gaze, a hand flies up to her face self-consciously. "Is there something on me?"

Vax shoves down the crass answer that bubbles to the surface to say, "You are perfect, in every way that a person could be perfect."

Her skin, already warm from the sun overhead, reddens further. "Be careful, Vax. Ears are always closer than you think."

"Then I suppose I ought not tell you how desperately I wish to kiss you right now."

She brings her bottom lip between her teeth and forces herself to look back down at her work. "You are incorrigible. I thought you were the more sensible of the two of us, honestly."

He hums. "I believe sensible flew out the window the night I brought you through the catacombs to the guest wing of the castle."

Her cheeks are now redder than poppies. "You—I—honestly."

Under the guise of digging through her satchel of tools, Vax slips a hand over to brush teasingly at the sliver of exposed skin just above her boot, enjoys the small shudder he earns from her. "Perhaps we have spent enough time out of doors." He pauses, letting his meaning sink in. "Perhaps we might otherwise entertain ourselves inside."

Keyleth's eyes slide closed, and he watches her quickly lose a fight against herself. "But...the flowers..."

"Of course, Your Highness." His fingers slip away to rummage through her satchel again. "The flowers."

She lets out a low, frustrated groan and shoves herself to her feet. "You are a menace. We are going to the castle now before my better sense catches up to me."

She strides off, and Vax has to scramble to ensure she does not get too far ahead, grinning at his unbelievable success.

[retconned-royalty]

[ FIVE CONFESSIONS ]  send for five times the receiver almost says ‘i love you’ and the one time they do.

FIVE TIMES Drabble Prompt

Love wasn't what they grew up with. A man loved a woman, whether it was his mother, his sister, or his wife - but Love was not what you showed your boys. This was a value Giuseppe was raised with and how he raised his sons. A mother's love was meant to be like none other, but Lillian failed in all aspects of this quality, cold and aloof, clearly having wished for a girl so she might show the barest of affections.  All she had were two hellions. No matter how well they behaved, that's what she saw. 

Damon might have loved his little brother when they were kids, it came through in the form of looking looking out for him, taking the brunt of their father's wrath whenever possible. Taking the fall for things they'd both had a hand in. Paving the way for Stefan to be the golden child. Damon might have hated his brother after they were turned, tormented him, attempted to push the pain he'd felt all his life onto his little brother. It's just not all black and white.

I love you, he almost said, when Stefan 10 years old and crying because he'd broken a window, instead he said "I'll tell dad it was me." 

I love you, he almost said, when it was time to leave for the war and Stefan was worried about him in that boyish quiet way. Instead he said, "I'll be back, promise." 

I love you, he almost said when Stefan was gorging himself on locals and was going to get them both caught. Instead he pleaded with his brother to change his behavior. Instead he left, when it hurt too much to look at the man Stefan had become. 

I love him, he almost said, when he sought out Lexi that second time Stefan fell off the wagon. Instead he said, "He needs help." 

I love you, he almost said, when after decades of fighting he finally stood with his brother against an evil threatening a girl they both loved. Instead he said, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." 

When it was all over and there was no turning back. When happiness was almost in his grasp but he just didn't get to have it all. When he knew his life would lose the meaning he worked so hard to build. When eternity finally looked like a gift instead of a curse and the universe laughed at him. 

"I love you, little brother," he said as he looked into Stefan's eyes, a man who was about to die. 

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships short drabble because.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

Seven, eight, nine...

Seven, eight, nine..

Seven, eight..

...nine.

Aponi stared off into the distance, not a single thought in her mind that involved events from a few days ago. The bags in her eyes contrasted the paleness of her skin, the bright orange in her eyes faded into dull and monotone ones as her gaze fell upon nothingness.

A cold, unusual day in hell. No one was ever happy in where they ended up falling down from grace. An oasis of pain, misery and suffering clouding every inch, every corner of this damned place. No one was happy.

But for a moment, Aponi wings was.

Just for one brief moment, she felt the feeling of her colors lighting up. Her laughter filling the air of the sinister atmosphere, and her smile reached from ear-to-ear you knew that a radiostar had competition.

Just for one brief moment despite ending up in hell, Aponi Wings was happy.

Lillian Carlton was happy.

Now the smile turned into an expressionless thin line. The laughter died down as the tears came flooding every corner of hell it could reach. The wings stopped flapping, the butterfly fell onto the ground. Now her gaze had nothing but emptiness.. there was not a single ounce of joy, pleasure, and delight whenever her eyes glanced anywhere but only one direction.

For her happiness was just for one brief moment.

For her son.. her Theodore..

Was dead.

"Lilly.." Mal held Aponi's hand, a soft gentle brush emitting from the firefly demon's skin. Gentle. Like cradling a lost child in the woods. Her semi-bright yellow eyes fell onto her friend's miserable figure.

They'd been sitting in silence for quite a while, and Mal never minded. If it was silence Aponi wished for, then Mal wouldn't think twice to be silent with her.

Aponi felt a strange sensation in her the moment Mal had held her hand. The way she brushed it against hers felt like she was given the keys to an invisible cage. Non-existent yet unescapable.

The butterfly demon's lips quivered as she spoke through the silence. "If someone had lost their spouse.. they're called a widow.. or a widower.."

Mal perked her head up at the random words, before taking them in and letting her speak. She was just glad she spoke through the uncomfortable yet.. peaceful silence. It is hard for someone to process anything if something ill-fated happened to them.. but give it a few days-- give it time, no matter how long.. it will find its way to come out.. and when it does, it slowly does so.

And when it does, a new dawn is found. But like the rising of the sun, they rise slowly.

"..and when a child loses their parents.. they're called orphans." Aponi continued.

Mal looks down a bit with empathy inside of her. Her thumb stroked the back of her friend's hand, a gentle brush to know she was there. She had always been there.

"But.. when a mother loses a child.. what do you call that?" Aponi asks, the question merely being one, and the answer lies within her. She shook her head, tears brimming her eyes as the lump on her throat comes back like an old friend. "There's no name for that.."

Aponi took a breath, a deep, sharp, shaky breath as she licked her dry lips. The love of her death flashed through her mind as she felt a tight squeeze in her chest.. suffocating her. "Because no words could ever be enough to describe the pain a mother feels when they've lost their child.."

Mal pulled Aponi close, and that was all she needed before she broke into another puddle of tears.

For a brief moment, Aponi Wings was happy. For the reason that she brought that child into the world albeit a cruel one. That she got to see him look up at her eyes and smile, a smile not even Lucifer himself could ever resist. She brought a heart so pure into a world so vicious, and to have him call her his mother had been the greatest pride of all. She was a flawed mother, but she knew she raised that boy right. She raised that boy. Despite death she had the ability to be exhausted, but those golden eyes wished them all away, and how is she to go on without them?

Not even she knew what he felt the moment that bullet went straight to him. Will his father still be proud? Will his mother forgive him? Had he defended his father's name well enough, or had he wasted everything? Questions rummaged through her mind like streams of water continuously running in circles inside her head.

No words could describe what Aponi Wings felt. Not even a writer's skilled pen or a philosopher's great mind could ever posses the ability to put everything into words, because it is entirely impossible. It is not something so easily written.

But it is certain that for a brief moment she held him in her arms..

She was happy.

Aponi Wings was happy.

[ao3feed-supercorp]

The Charge

by Cymberlea

A brief "ficlet"/drabble taking place in season 6 episode 19 "The Last Gauntlet" after Lillian steps in to sacrifice herself for Lex. It's my take on what happened in the moments after Lillian is blasted with the All Stone and Kara and Alex step out of the elevator announcing that Lillian is stable and Lena's with her. I had this idea of what if, in those few moments, Lillian reached out to Kara.

Words: 4240, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Alex Danvers, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, Lex Luthor, Nyxlygsptlnz (DCU), Nia Nal

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: SuperCorp Sunday, SuperCorp

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[lillian--reed]

knowledge | drabble

tl;dr: lillian learns of the alternate timeline. putitng under a read more because it was quite a bit longer than originally anticipated.

She was floating. There was nothing binding her to anything, just darkness and a faint point of light somewhere in the distance. Something told her that she needed to move towards there, that it was where she was meant to go, and so she slowly went there, floating along, peaceful.

Lillian...

Yes, that had been her name. The one she'd been born with, many years ago, that was hers and no one else's. She had heard it often, growing up, usually annoyed as her mother called for her for some reason or another, tearing her away from books-

...Lillian Reed, Mistress of Pandora's...

-and laughing as she rearranged the shop, yet again, because some little thing wasn't exactly where she thought it would be best. He laughed often, at some of her antics, and it was fun to still be able to surprise him after spending so long with souls so close. Yes, she remembered her shop too, remembered all the time she spent in there, all the energy she devoted to it, the pride it gave her to rise above what many expected of her. She was always proud, or so she considered herself, unable to admit she was wrong, unable to admit she needed help-

I summon thee!

She was no longer floating. She no longer saw that light, nor felt entirely weightless. She was looking at him, her demon, and she felt more and more of her memories returning. For the briefest of moments she felt a flash of pain and then it was gone, fleeting, and the memory of her death reappeared.

She was not alive.

She had not wanted to come back.

She opened her mouth but he interrupted her, sheepish in a way she hadn't seen him since they were young. "I... Sorry. I knew you probably didn't want to come back, because I know you and that you wouldn't think anyone would want to say goodbye, but..."

She observed him, head tilted, and when he trailed off she understood. "But the other groups failed."

"Well- Yes."

She waited.

"And I... didn't want to die alone. And who else to go out with but my favorite person?"

She could see it now, clearly in front of her. His fear. He had likely never thought he needed to contemplate the idea of mortality until fairly recently, and now she got to see the effect it'd had on him, with bags under his eyes and his hair sticking up in every direction and the abruptness to his movements.

Lillian nodded, looking around the first time, seeing nothing but darkness. "Where are we?"

"Pandora's. I thought you'd be most comfortable here."

Except it felt empty without her years of spells floating around, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Not when he'd ultimately tried to make his last selfish desire accommodate her as well. Besides, she was fairly certain they would not be around much longer; he'd likely waited as long as he could to summon her.

That suspicion was answered soon after, when he pulled out his cell phone and started fiddling with it. "I was, uh, thinking," and then music, something she recognized from some ball they'd been at and had needed to pretend they didn't know each other during, "a last dance?"

The smile she gave him was soft and fond and sad, but she agreed anyway, and the demon and former-witch danced until they were taken by the end.

And she woke up.

She was in her bed, above Pandora's. The alarm clock showed some early morning time, one she barely paid attention to as she hyperventilated, overcome by thirty-five years of memories flooding into her, as a timeline she'd only heard of existing became a reality in her mind. Tears next, and she sobbed even after she felt Rhys rub against her. She grabbed at him, ignoring his startled little meow, burying her face into his fur until she calmed down.

She did not go back to sleep that night.

[sapphiresandgoldenhalos]

𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔!

My name is Lillian, but "you there" or "hey you" works as well! :D

This blog has been designed (as of yesterday) to be a Fire Emblem x reader blog designated to all Fire Emblem games/titles! (The few that I fall short on are Sacred Stones and Binding/Blazing Blade. However, there is nothing that research can't solve!)

That said, feel free to request any headcanons or thoughts regarding the mainstream titles. However, if I find myself particularly lacking with regards to a certain character or title that I'm not familiar with, I may decline the request, but I will let you know if I do and offer solutions! (That is to say, I recommend that you ask for 1-3 characters in case I'm too unfamiliar with one!)

Right now, I only accept headcanons, as I'm not quite ready for drabbles or reader inserts (although all headcanons will be written with regards to reader x character) and they are the simplest and most concise forms of conveying ideas for me.

I DO accept anonymous asks, so feel free to snoop around there until you find the courage to send in a request! I promise that I don't bite, as I want this to be a fun and enjoyable experience for all! This said, minors are welcome, as no NSFW is allowed on this blog. Furthermore, I write my hcs largely based on a foundation where the reader's details are not specified so that as many readers as possible can feel included! :D

All of this being said, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! And happy chatting!

Note: As this blog (hopefully) grows with requests and my own ideas, my tags for finding things will take on a format like this:

fe (Character) x reader (Character) x reader Example: FE Marth x reader Marth x reader

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𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕! (𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓤𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮)

[bloomsburry-dhazel]

I just unearthed this from my google drive.

TITLE: Lost in a New World

Pairing: Female Harry Potter x Aegon I Targaryen or Aegon the Conqueror

Summary: Lillian Jane Potter ends up in Westeros as she crosses the veil in search of her Godfather, Sirius Black. She appears in Dragonstone where she soon meets Aegon the Conqueror, who is simply resting in the beach one afternoon. (Drabble)