#never change my beautiful children ❤❤

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barthie: im happy to tell you more about our lives here on ruidis, our culture, the power structures--

bells hells: HEY HOW DO YALL FUCK!!!

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☆.｡.:* Neighbor ☆.｡.:*

Neighbor!Jeongin x fem!reader

Category: fluff ❤

Warnings: ♥ None ♥ (but... maybe a little smut towards the end)

Note: A short story about some neighbor fluff, very romantic (in mine opinion), i hope you enjoy!

Xoxo

Rachel

You were wearing headphone's, jumping around with your music.

"I bring, I bring all the Drama-ma-ma-ma (hey, hey) I bring drama-ma-ma-ma (hey, hey) With my girls in the back"

You singed, making some little dance move's.

'나로 시작되는 drama (all that)'

You were heading towards your house when you saw a moving van. That's weird, you didn't move, did you? You snuck a little closer and saw a new family moving into the house next door.

You saw two people standing there, they were probably a couple. They looked quite old, maybe they had children. Oh! That would be so nice, to finally have friends in your neighborhood.

You went inside and grabbed a snack from the fridge. You didn't have much to do before school tomorrow, so you could finally get some rest and enjoy these beautiful spring days.

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Eventually you started to get bored in your room. You went downstairs to your garden. Your garden was so beautiful, because all the sunlight always shone in your garden.

Beautiful, but a few clouds in the sky. The trees glistened in the sunlight, everything looked more beautiful than usual. Suddenly you heard a voice.

'안녕하세요, Hey.'

You looked around to see where the voice came from. You looked to your right and saw a boy leaning against the gate of your garden. He had black hair that fell slightly over his eyes.

"Hey."

"Do you live here?"

'No, I'm just sitting in their garden, sorry, I'm being sarcastic again. Yes, I live here.'

"So you're my new neighbor?"

'Ahh, so you are our new neighbors, welcome to the neighborhood by the way. It's very quiet here, so you're going to love it here.'

"I'm sure I'll like it here." he said under his breath.

"So, what are you doing?"

"I was actually listening to music."

'Can I listen in?'

"Of course, come."

He carefully opened the gate and approached you. When he came closer, you could observe his face better. He was actually very beautiful. He calmly took the headphones from your head and placed them near his ears.

"I know this song!"

'Really? What's it called then?'

'Let me think...

I'm a 퀸카 I'm a 퀸카 I'm a, I'm a, I'm a 퀸카 I'm a 퀸카 "

he started to sing. You laughed, he could actually sing very nicely.

"So you know it."

'Of course I know. Can I show you some songs?'

"Sure, go ahead."

He grabbed your phone and started typing something on Spotify. You recognized the lyrics immediately.

“Ahh, BTS run.

손 뻗어봤자 금세 깨버릴 꿈 (꿈, 꿈) 미칠 듯 달려도 또 제자리일 뿐 (뿐, 뿐)

그냥 날 태워줘, 그래, 더 밀쳐 내줘 이건 사랑에 미친 멍청이의 뜀박질 ..."

You both started laughing.

"Actually, I should be helping my parents, so... I'll see you later?"

'Yep, ofcourse.'

He waved and went out of sight. Finally someone to be friends with, or so you thought...

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Every day you learned something new about him. He had a big brother and a little brother. He likes his personal space and he has some different tastes in music. His favorite colors are also Coral and Teal. He also has a lot of passion for music.

He told something about his friends, it doesn't mean that he has moved that he has to change schools. You've already heard of someone named Seungmin and Changbin. They sound very funny. He is the youngest of his group of friends.

You sat with him in his room, you lay on his bed.

"You know, I'd love to build a time machine and go back to the '90s."

'How so?' Jeongin asked.

"I just want to see how everything works there."

'Do you like the 90s concept?'

'Yes of course! The hair, the clothing style, the stuff, wow.'

'Yes, that's possible.'

'Which era do you find most interesting?'

'I don't really know, maybe just this time, because we live in the moment now. We live now and not in the past. We will never be able to live in the past, so why compare this time to the others?"

“Wow, very poetic Jeongin.”

'Am I wrong?'

"No, in a strange way it all makes a lot of sense."

"Let's change the subject."

"Okay sure, what do you want to talk about?"

'Maybe about love? Do you believe in soulmates?'

'Me? I don't know, sometimes I feel like there's one person for everyone. But sometimes I think that certain people just fit together because of certain interests. And you?'

'I don't know, I think so. I want to live with the idea that there is someone for me, who suits me exactly. Okay, maybe not exactly, but still.' 'Yes..'

"You know, this might sound really weird, but maybe I can try out my flirting techniques on you?"

"Sure, but don't think it'll work."

'Bet?'

"Okay bet."

He came next to you on the bed. He grabbed your hand with one hand and caressed your cheeks with the other.

"Do you think that'll work?"

"Shh, I wasn't ready yet."

He breathed deeply and started looking into your eyes.

“You always look like an angel Y/N.”

'Am I an angel? More like a devil.'

He rolled his eyes and turned back to you. He looked from your eyes to your lips and vice versa. He touched your lips with his thumb, your heart skipped a beat.

“These lips Y/N, these lips, the most beautiful thing.”

You couldn't say anything anymore, what could you say? Your hands slid to his hands. Even though he was so confident, his hands were a bit sweaty.

His face moved closer to yours and... he kissed your cheek softly.

'And? Good flirting techniques?' he says as you still hold his hands.

You cleared your throat.

'Yes, quite good, yes, I have heard better.'

'Are you sure?'

'Sure.' you avoided eye contact.

He turned your face so you were looking at him.

'A bad liar.'

Suddenly he pinned you down on the bed.

'And now?'

'Hmmm, it could be better.'

His eyes fell on your neck, he grinned. His mouth came closer to your neck, so close that you felt his warm breath on your so sensitive skin. His tongue made small circles on your neck, leaving small bites.

'And now?'

'It's better already.'

"I can always make it better."

His face came closer to yours, so close that you were about to kiss, but he only kissed your forehead.

Your puppy dog ​​eyes looked up at him. You wanted more... but not in a bad way. He wanted to leave again, but you didn't just let him go. You grabbed his face and pressed your lips together.

His eyes went wide, but he didn't back down. When your lips parted again, he just stared at you in surprise.

"How about that?" you said with a very big grin on your face.

You got up and went to his door.

“This was fun, I'll see you tomorrow. Same hour.”

You wanted to open the door but he stopped you.

"Do you think you'll leave now?"

He kissed you again and pushed you against the door a little. You felt his hands over your body, it couldn't be more romantic.

You looked down and saw that the bulge in his pants was big. He saw what you were looking at.

"Are you going to help me with this?"

'With pleasure.'

You said, leaving small kisses on his face.

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Fallin' All In You (Part 5) - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You’ve known Wanda Maximoff since you were children. She was the shy and exceptionally beautiful twin sister of your best friend, Pietro. For the most part, you two never interacted, but that changes when against your better judgment, you begin to develop feelings for the girl. 

Warnings: Only cursing for now

Note: It took me a while to finish this chapter, but here we are. This story was originally going to end in the last chapter, but I decided to extend it and add two more as I felt there was more to tell. If there are any requests, I can continue with the drabbles while I work on my next story. Anyways, enjoy!

Word count: 3,073

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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After your exhilarating day, you rested in bed, grinning at the ceiling like a love-sick fool. The day's events weighed heavy on your mind, the memories making you giddy with excitement and happiness.

You thought of the softness of Wanda's lips and her agile tongue against your own, fighting for dominance. She had ultimately won, rendering you into a whimpering mess in her arms. You had skipped a few steps, but neither of you was complaining. The date would come soon.

Although you shared sweet and tender moments, a question lay heavily over your heads. What were you going to do about Pietro? You had been prepared to confess your feelings for his sister to him earlier. Yet now you weren't so sure on how to proceed. Too entrapped in Wanda's kisses and embrace, you had forgotten to breach the subject. A problem for later, you thought as Wanda sent you a message.

Wanda: Can't wait for our date ❤︎

It wasn't until days later your dread came to a peak. You sat on Pietro's bed with the boy at your side. The both of you clicked away at your controllers, guiding the movement of the figures on the television screen. You were playing the latest FIFA game. Pietro masterfully passed the ball around while you lagged, distracted by your thoughts. 

Guilt racked through your body, forbearing your relationship with Wanda from your friend finally taking a toll. You were ready to proclaim your feelings, but Wanda seemed reluctant. You recalled your conversation with the girl from the day before.

You found yourself freshening up after another game. Your teammates were long gone, and you always seemed to be the last to leave. You were pulling on a clean shirt when you felt a presence behind you. 

"Almost done, Nat," you half-mindedly say, thinking it's Natasha there to scold you for lingering too long.

"Hey," a much sweeter voice called, causing you to turn hastily.

"Hey," you repeated, grinning at the girl.

"Your team was great."

You playfully scoffed, clutching your chest. "Wow, what about me? No compliment for me? Is this about my gigantic ego?"

Wanda chuckled, slowly walking closer like a predator to its prey. "I will admit I'm mildly impressed by the fact you've scored until now."

"Do I get a reward?" you ask as she's inches away from your face.

Wanda rested her hands on your chest, nose brushing against your own. "I don't know. What do you want?"

You couldn't resist any longer as you closed the distance, eagerly taking her lips in your own. Gentle hands pulled you closer by your shoulder as you rested your own on her waist. The kiss was slow, filled with pent-up mutual desire.

You were ready to deepen the kiss when Wanda's phone buzzed, startling you, and you broke away.

"Sorry," Wanda said, checking her phone. "It's Pietro wondering where I am. I should head back. You coming?" 

"Yeah," you answered, grabbing your bag as a frown adorned your features. Guilt had replaced the joy from moments ago. Wanda, of course, noticed your change in mood. 

"What's wrong?" You took your hand comfortingly.

"Nothing." She tilted her head, nonbelieving, and you felt your stomach flip. You sighed, resigned, "It's just Pietro. What are we going tell him?" 

Wanda froze like a deer caught in headlights, startled by your question. Although she, too, had thought of how to proceed with her brother, her thoughts on the subject were much different. 

While Wanda stood there tongue-tied, you took her reaction as doubt, prompting you to ask, "Do we tell him?"

"No!" she said too quickly, and you felt her comforting touch turn into scolding fire. You released her hand, and Wanda realized her mistake. "Y/N, no. It's not like that. I promise I want to tell him I do, but you two are best friends, and I would hate to mess up your relationship. I'm just asking for time."

"Time?"

"Yes, to ensure that what we have is real and will work."

You wanted to tell her you had never been more sure about anything. That you would face the world if she were by your side. Your lips kept sealed, locking away your declarations, scared by the feelings of devotion.

"What's wrong with you today? Pietro's voice pulled you back to Earth as he continued to attack your team without mercy. "You're distracted."

"It's nothing," you answered, flashing back to your conversation with Wanda. You understood her logic for waiting; you did. However, it didn't stop you from hating the idea of keeping Pietro oblivious. You felt like a traitor, a fake friend, for keeping your relationship a secret from him.

"Is it a girl?" he asked out of the blue, and you jolted in his direction, nearly dropping your controller.

You paled. "Wha—why would you think that?" 

"A guess." He shrugged with a grin. "By the look of it, I hit the jackpot. You're having girl troubles, huh? Tell me about her."

"It's complicated." He rolled his eyes and huffed at the lack of information. She wants to keep it a secret for now."

"Are you okay with that?" You nodded slowly with uncertainty. "That's not reassuring," Pietro commented.

You dropped flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling and contemplating your next word. "I think she's scared of what could happen if things ended badly. I get it and am willing to wait." 

"Alright then, I won't pry. Just know I'm here for you if you want to tell me about her," Pietro said knowingly but then smiled wickedly. "Hey, as long as it's not my sister, you do you. You paled, mortified by his words, and Pietro burst out laughing. "We'd be like divorced parents having to share custody of you. Spending one week with her and one with me. Not to mention, she'd probably turn you into a nerd like her."

At the sound of his words, the heavy sensation settling on your chest lessened until it nearly disappeared. It was all a joke, you thought, relieved.

Pietro threw down his controller on the bed. "I'm tired of kicking your ass. Let's do something else."

"What do you have in mind?" you asked, following him out of his room and casting a spare glance at Wanda's vacant room—the girl on an outing with her friends.

Pietro responded with a smirk, causing a surge of concern to well up within you. You knew you were in for a crazy night.

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You won't lie; planning a date was probably the most complicated task you have ever done. Your lack of romantic experience left you spiraling for ideas. After much research, you decided to take Wanda to the fair in a neighboring town. Food, games, prizes, a kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel. The perfect plan.

Putting your plan into action was even easier by Pietro's absence from the Maximoff residence. The boy had left for Crystal's for the day.

As you parked in front of the residence, the younger Maximoff crossed the front door and entered your vision. The sight hit you like a punch in the gut, leaving you breathless and tongue-tied. You approached the girl, wonderstruck by her godly figure, intensified by the encompassing sunlight.

"You look beautiful," you whispered reverently, pulling her waist towards you and disregarding any onlookers.

Wanda flushed at your compliment, hiding her scarlet face in your neck and denying you the warming sight. The only indication of her embarrassment is a muffled "Shut up."

You chuckled, drawing away. "Are you ready?" She nodded, and you pulled her to your car, ready to commence the 40-minute journey.

The two of you stood still, hands tied, taking in the various stalls. Farther up ahead lay the mechanical rides, though you wanted to leave those for later as Wanda pulled you toward a shooting game. Knowing full well that most games were rigged, you followed Wanda like a puppy to the different game stalls. You won a few minor prizes on some games, while Wanda's were usually better. The girl teased you, gloating at her skill in the games, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

You rebounded playing skee ball, a game you loved at the arcade. You started by positioning yourself into a balanced stance, one foot in front of the other and slightly bending your knees. You pulled your arm back and swung from the shoulder, aiming for the 40-point pocket. You watched the ball roll with anticipation, cursing when it flew the mark falling into the 10-point slot. 

Wanda attentively watched as you repositioned yourself for the next throw, heart fluttering at how you cutely scrunched your eyebrows wholly concentrated. 

You tested your throw, trying to get a feel for the ball, and then repeated your actions with adjustments to the toss. This time, the ball landed precisely on the mark. By the end of your nine throws, you had garnered 370 points. You smirked at an impressed Wanda before turning to choose your prize: a stuffed teddy bear you needed to carry with both arms.

"Oh, how cute. I wonder if you'll sleep cuddled with it," Wanda teased lightheartedly. You hummed, getting closer to her, heart beating frantically at her cuteness.

 "Actually, it's a gift for you," you said, offering the bear to her. Wanda stood there at a loss for words, glancing between you and the teddy bear. She mindlessly accepted the bear, gasping for words. Just like she hadn't been gifted flowers, neither had she been given such a gift. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, enchanted by your thoughtful gestures.

"I-I thank you!" she responded, hugging the bear to her chest.

"I hope you think of me when you cuddle it at night," you half-joked, internally wishing she did. Wanda turned red, and it only intensified when you gripped her chin, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

You did give her time to react as you eagerly pulled her to the bumper cars. The air echoed with screams of delight as you chased after each other. It's a game of tag of a sort, except with small, electrically powered cars. By the end of your little game, Wanda again rubbed her victory in your face. She was completely unaware that you had intentionally allowed her to win, finding joy in how her eyes would crinkle with happiness every time she emerged victorious.

After riding the carousel and indulging in a few other thrilling rides, the two of you made your way to the food court, famished after all the exhilaration. You both settled down at a weathered wooden picnic table, the sun filtering through the leaves of the trees overhead. Between you lay two cheeseburgers with fries and your respective drinks, a Coke and a pink lemonade. You gazed longingly at Wanda's refreshing pink lemonade, wishing you had ordered one. 

Of course, Wanda noticed your stare and pushed her drink towards you, offering without saying a word. You hesitated, unsure whether to drink from the straw or remove the lid. 

Wanda rolled her eyes, tentatively poking your lips with the straw. "Oh, come on. Don't act like you haven't had your tongue shoved down my throat."

You flushed at her bluntness, which became more frequent the longer you hung out together. You saw less and less of that shy girl who would stumble with her words or flee in your presence. The developing intimacy revealed a new Wanda that made you fall deeper.

You squirmed under her burning gaze but drank. It wasn't intentional the sensual way you wrapped your lips around the straw, keeping eye contact with her. You swear it wasn't, yet you could feel the air change around you, filling with tension as Wanda's attention shifted to your lips. 

You leaned back, bringing the drink away from your lips with a soft pop. As you did, you ran your tongue over your lips, removing the lemonade remnants and intentionally provoking Wanda.

Wanda's stomach turned, heat creeping out through her body, warming her fingers and toes as desire overtook her body.

The world seemed to stop, and reality faded into the background. All that mattered was the girl in front. As her gaze shifted back and forth between your lips and eyes, you found yourself doing the same, caught in a moment of shared anticipation.

The screams of a young boy, trashing around in his mother's hold, cut through the stare down before you could lean over. You looked around, embarrassed, wanting to see if anyone had noticed, and were relieved to see that no one paid you any mind. If they had, you helplessly hoped they thought you were in an intense staring competition.

Feeling safe from prying eyes, you finally reveled in the embarrassment, cringing at the thought of kissing the girl while leaning over the wooden table. Wanda fidgeted with her hands, suddenly very interested in the chipped wooden table. As you looked back at her, you could tell she was thinking the same thing. But then she met your eyes, mortification evident in her viridescent eyes.

The palpable awkwardness of the situation slowly dissipated, replaced by a shared moment of pure hilarity, as the corner of your mouth twitched, causing both of you to burst into uncontrollable laughter. Wanda took a fry, hitting you in the middle of your forehead. 

You gasped, falsely offended, as you rubbed your forehead. "Oh, it's on Maximoff," you declared, hurling your fry toward her. Wanda ungracefully swayed to the side, narrowly avoiding the thrown object as it lodged in her hair.

She delicately picked at the piece of food, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in surprise. Wanda then tilted her head to the side in a way that made your stomach flutter and said, "Bring it, L/N."

On ensued a food fight that earned you a few dirty looks from bypassers. It only stopped when Wanda took a handful of fries, breaking the unspoken rule of only throwing one fry at a time. You raised your arms and yelled, "Truce!" You slowly lowered one hand, and Wanda jerked her arm in response, observing you. Yet you only took the white napkin and flung it side to side. "I surender."

Wanda brought her hand down, placed the food back on her plate, and turned her lips upward in victory. The remainder of the meal was filled with cheerful and easygoing conversation.

After, you both settled on strolling through the farm zoo, wanting to give your stomachs a break from rides. You'd rather avoid hurling your meal, a hard lesson learned after riding zero gravity minutes after stuffing yourself with elephant ears. It wasn't fun.

Hand in hand, you and Wanda trekked to the various pens containing goats, sheep, pigs, bunnies, chickens, and more. You watched as Wanda adorably fawned over the bunnies, clinging to your arm and pointing at a black and white one.

As the sun set, you made your final rounds to some stalls and rides, even riding the mechanical bull at Wanda's insistence. Let's just say it ended with Wanda hunched in laughter and some blackmail material stored on her phone.

You saved the Ferris wheel for last, knowing night would only make it that more romantic. It seemed your luck couldn't get better, as the Ferris wheel stopped just as you reached its peak, towering over everything and everyone. The scene was nothing short of perfection. The full moon hung low in the sky, casting its gentle glow over the tranquil forest in the distance—a mesmerizing and enchanting picture.

"It's so beautiful," Wanda chimed.

"Yeah," you agreed, looking at her. As the silvery moonlight cascaded over her delicate features, it accentuated her innate, captivating beauty, adding a touch of ethereal allure to her presence.

You didn't feel ashamed when Wanda turned and caught you staring. The tension from earlier returned with a brutal force, knocking the air out of your lungs. The two of you leaned in, air crackling with anticipation. Your lips met in a slow, passionate kiss as warmth rushed through your bodies.

As the kiss intensified, you gently traced your tongue over Wanda's parted lips, silently requesting permission to deepen the kiss. It wasn't until your lungs ached for air that you stopped, gasping to catch your breath as you rested your forehead against hers.

"Thank you for making today wonderful," Wanda whispered, still breathless.

You gently stroked her cheek with your thumb. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

The anticipation and nerves leading up to the date had been overwhelming. But now, as the day unfolded smoothly, you can't help but marvel at how everything had fallen into place. All your nerves seemed absurd after you kissed the girl at the top of the Ferris wheel. "Honestly, I was spiraling over today. I had no idea how to woo you or plan a date," you confessed.

"How to woo me?" Wanda chuckled. "Well, you've done a wonderful job of wooing me, so don't worry. I've never had such a great date." 

Given that her previous date had been with that jerk, Jarvis, there was no doubt in your mind about it. Yet you still questioned, "Not with Jarvis?"

Wanda flashed a smile and rolled her eyes. "No, definitely not with Jarvis." she replied."

"Good," you whispered, your fingers gently tugging at her neck to draw her closer to you. As your lips met, the kiss was tender and brief, filled with warmth and affection.

After the kiss ended, Wanda leaned in and rested her head gently on your shoulder. Gazing out at the scenery, a look of contentment washed over her face.

As the two of you dismounted from the ride, you instinctively reached for each other's hands and couldn't help but giggle with joy. It felt like the rest of the world faded away at that moment, leaving just the two of you in your bubble of happiness. For a second, at least, because in the next, it was ripped away like candy from a child.

"Wanda? Y/N?" The moment's tranquility was abruptly shattered by the unexpected call of a voice, jolting you out of your reverie and forcing you back into reality.

Dread filled your body, and next to you, Wanda tensed, crushing your hand. Yet you didn't pull away, too stunned by the sight before you. There, as shell-shocked as you stood, Pietro and Crystal.

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Anything Ned Stark. Second wife, first wife, fluff, headcanons anything. 💚❤💚❤💚 -Maris

Omgg!! Haven’t written much for Ned and haven’t written game of thrones in a while so I rlly liked this one!! I went with 2nd wife HCs for this one.

Being Ned Stark’s second wife would include…

Warnings: AU where Catelyn dies, reference to death, political/arranged marriage, age gap, reference to smut, but it’s skipped over

Gif creds to owner

Almost a full year after catelyn had passed, Ned decided that Winterfell needed a new Lady, and his children needed a maternal figure

Of course, no one could replace Cat, who was the mother of five of his children and kept Winterfell running smoothly while he tended to his duties as warden of the north

So after much deliberation in the Godswood, he visited Lewin’s Solar and had ravens drawn up to the northern Lords

And one to King Robert himself.

it takes several moons, but soon his new bride arrives at Winterfell, accompanied by your Lord father and two of your brothers

The wedding itself is a small affair, with your vows said in the Godswood before the old gods

The children are in attendance, and the eldest among them seem aged beyond their years following the death of Lady Catelyn.

The feast afterwards is quiet, the music played quietly, the guests not yet rowdy.

You sit at the head table at Lord Eddard’s right side, your shoulders weighed down by the great grey cloak of House Stark, and the new responsibilities of the Lady of Winterfell

Soon the children are herded off to bed, and it’s time for the bedding

Your mother had discussed what would happen in the marital chamber in scant detail, so you knew the mechanics

Your father had only told you to do your duty to your house, his jaw tense

But when a rowdy fiddle player tried to liven up the festivities with his bawdy hollering and calls to strip you through the halls, Eddard stood from the table

A cool look from his stern grey eyes was enough to silence the musician

“You may continue the festivities,” he addressed the wedding guests. And although his voice was low and quiet, it commanded respect from all in the Hall.

He then offered his hand to you, and when you slipped your hand into his calloused palm, he guided you up and then down from the platform, through the hall of well-wishers, all bowing their heads to the Warden of the North.

The walk to your new chambers was silent, but not uncomfortably so, and when Eddard held the door open for you, you thanked him in a quiet voice.

“These are your chambers,” he said lowly, gesturing.

They were beautiful, in a rustic, comforting way. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows over the furnishings.

“In here is your sitting area, with your Solar just ahead. Your bed chambers are through that way. Your things have been brought up already, but you have plenty of time to sort all of that out. And you’ll have help, of course,”

You smile gratefully as he explains that you are free to change the appearance of the chambers as you please.

“My own chambers aren’t too far from here,” he adds with a small smile, and you notice the way his eyes crinkle as he smiles.

Together you sit before the fire, sharing a cup of ale, talking of not much at all, but easing into one another’s company.

“Thank you,” you say, setting your cup down. When he looks at you quizzically, you expand. “For before. My younger brother teased me before I came here, telling tales about bedding ceremonies. I knew you wouldn’t allow it, you didn’t for-“ you catch yourself. “You defended the Lady Catelyn’s honour. And I am thankful that you defended mine too, Lord Stark,”

Eddard watches as you talk, the way you handle talking about Cat, his Cat. There is no scorn, no resentment at being a second wife, at being a replacement, at knowing that he did not love you

Not yet, at least

“I would never dishonour you, My Lady,” he tells you, and you smile gently.

He is silent for a moment before clearing his throat. “I will not make you consummate this marriage tonight My Lady. Not if you don’t want to. We can proceed in the coming weeks, if you would prefer,”

“What if I want to?” You asked. “I must do my duty to House YLN and now to House Stark as well. You and I both know this marriage cannot go unconsummated, otherwise our houses are not formally allied,”

Eddard surveyed you for a moment, relieved he had wed a Lady with a wise head on her shoulders, and not a skittish young maid.

“Then I will go at your pace, my Lady, and you must tell me to stop should your mind change,”

You nodded your head in agreement, and together you made your way to your bedchamber

He keeps his word, and the marriage is consummated slowly, dutifully, gently

Afterwards, he holds you, never leaving to return to his own chambers, and had a servant bring wine for you

But when he returns to your bed, he finds you asleep, snuggled into the fur, your face serene and your hair mussed up

With a gentle smile he slides back into bed with you, though it takes him much longer to fall asleep, killed by your gentle breaths

[towriteloveontheirarms]

heyyy, if you take requests pleaseeee write a Aemond×reader fic, but reader is the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra, she is a young woman with Rhaenyras beauty and Daemons behaviour, she was an ally to Aemond when they were children unlike her half-brothers, but after the night he lost his eye they got seprate thanks to going and living with her family in the dragon stone ( i dunno if i am writing this right english ain't my first language) and after some years, they meet each again and the point is she haven't been sending any letters to him and stuff. i know it's long but i would appreciate you writing anything like this😭❤ and pleaseee if you do accept, make it dark Aemond.

I´m so sorry it took me so long to finish this bestie, but I hope you are still interested in it and will like what I wrote<3 Especially with it being spooky season I love writing/reading all the dark fics I can get my hands on!

I will not let you go again

pairing: Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Daemyra´s daugther!Reader

synopsis: “I love you, my sweet wife.” He murmurs into your ear afterwards.

There once was a time where these words would have made you happy beyond believe, but that was a long time ago. And he wasn´t the only person that had changed for the worse.

warnings: dark themes, mentions of non-consensual sexual acts, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, afab reader

word count: 0.9k

His one seeing eye burns through you during the entire dinner. The truth is you have felt his eyes on you from the second you had arrived at the Red Keep with your family. And while at first it was trying to find out who you were and where he knew you from, now at dinner, it glowed hot with either anger or something more carnal, you aren´t entirely sure. As if the tensions between your families hadn´t been high enough already. Every time of the little times your mother and father take you and your half-siblings back to the capital you are reminded once more as to why your mother had took you away to Dragonstone all those years ago. The sparks of dislike that flew between your half brothers and your uncle flew were enough to set all of King´s Landing on fire, but the hate between your mother and her former best friend had the potential to destroy all of Westeros. It comes as no wonder when the meal escalates in a borderline brawl. Jacaerys has always been bad at controlling his temper and your once beloved uncle Aemond gladly took advantage of that. You would like to say you were not surprised by who the once sensitive, bullied boy turned into, but it didn´t come as much of a shock. Before you had been taken away from your former home you had considered your uncle a friend. That was off the table now.  Yet even as you saw this change in him, saw the strength and cold in his singular seeing eye, you would have never trusted him to go this far.

You walk to your chambers after your mother had told you so, in a slow pace. Careful eyes and ears paying attention to the hallways around you. However Aemond still manages to surprise you. His large, rough hand clamps over your mouth to silence you, the other holding you against his body so you don´t even have a chance to struggle against him. Once he has you in his chambers and you are able to whip your head around you truly see him for the first time. Not only has he grown from the sensitive, bullied boy, not only did he have a cold, strong aura surround him, he seemed downright obsessive. In that moment you can see it in his eye… your doom. He walks towards you without saying a word. His movements similar to that of a lion. Then Aemond finally speaks.

“I believed us to be friends. I considered you the only person able to understand me…” He whispers.

“We were, uncle. I was, I do. We could be again.” You take a step back for every step he takes towards you.

“Yes? And how do you propose we are going to do that?” he growls. “You could not even send me a single letter.”

“I tried to. You have to believe me, dear uncle, but my mother wouldn´t let me…” A gasp escapes your lungs when you feel your back hits the cold brick wall.

“I do not believe you. There have been many chances, but it is all alright now. I will not let you go again, now that I have you. You will be mine. Forever.” Aemond´s breath is hot on your ear. As if it wants to burn you.

“I do not understand…” You shake your head at what he is saying.

“Do not worry, sweet niece. You will soon enough.” He cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses you passionately.

The rough kiss is just the beginning of a night that would haunt you in your sleep for the unforeseeable future. Aemond carries you to the bed and makes sure to breed you thoroughly. Making sure that his seed would take, while making sure you don´t get away from him. And he needs to, because you refuse to give up the fight. He knows that if you end up with child your mother would most likely try to make you wed the child´s father and as much as his mother hates yours, how high are the chances she refuses when he shows himself to be willing to. He knows that you know.

And what feels even worse is, that the seven or fate or whatever the one responsible is called, seem to be on his side.

Without any access to moon tea and a guarantee that no one would learn of what had occurred that cursed night, your pregnancy starts to show a few moons later. Your parents are beside themselves and immediately ship you back to the capital. Signaling the start of a long and rather tedious discussion between your families. At the end of which waits a sept and a marriage bond that is about as wanted as the whole pregnancy. Yet you are in no place to speak up. You don´t get the chance to. You should have made better choices if you did not want this, are your mothers only words on the matter towards you. All the while there is the smuggest of smiles securely on Aemond´s as well as Aegon´s faces. You wished you could wipe it off their faces with your fists.

But you don´t do that. You swallow every bad feeling, aside of a few tears during your vows, until you feel entirely empty and cold.

Once you are pronounced man and wife Aemond kisses you so gently, it´s almost impossible to feel his lips on yours and yet it still makes you feel sick.

“I love you, my sweet wife.” He murmurs into your ear afterwards.

There once was a time where these words would have made you happy beyond believe, but that was a long time ago. And he wasn´t the only person that had changed for the worse.

“I love you as well, my dragon.” You reply. The words devoid of any emotion.

[pickalilywrites]

Can you write a scene based on part 2 of the rumbling when Armin and Zeke are talking in paths. When armin talks about how he felt while holding the leaf, Zeke feels a connection between them. Like how eren said that him and reiner are the same, Zeke remembers how his mentor was like a father to him. And how Erwin was like a mentor to armin, also when Zeke saw Armins burnt body in shiganshina❤🖤💚

this reminded me a lot of my older fics, so it was fun to write. thank you for requesting it. i hope you enjoy it. ❤️🖤💚

forever in the palm of your hand

zeke jaeger. armin arlert. canonverse. 1517 words.

We were all born to die, so why must you cling to this life so desperately?  

Zeke doesn’t understand it. He could never understand it. It must be why the goddess Ymir had chosen his younger brother over him. There must be something to life he has overlooked even though he’s convinced it’s the same for everyone: birth, suffering, and then dying. He’s seen it all his life, had it beaten into his bones ever since he was a child, so then why is he here sitting in front of a boy who will never understand?  

He’s not even certain the boy has heard any of his nihilistic lament. The boy — Armin, Eren’s childhood friend — is staring at something in the white sand. His hand reaches out, brushing the sand away to pull out a baseball. The sight of it makes Zeke’s eyes widen in surprise. 

Armin holds the baseball, old and worn down, carefully as if it might break if he grasps it too hard. It looks just like the baseball that Zeke had thrown around as a child with Mr. Xavier.  

“It was as the sun was setting,” Armin begins as he gazes down at the baseball sitting in his hand. "I was racing Eren and Mikasa ... racing to the tree on the hill.” 

Armin’s eyes become distant as he recalls the memories of his childhood. As he speaks, grass begins to spring from the sand. The stars in the night sky within the Paths fade as the surrounding brightens and the sky becomes a perfect sky-blue. Clouds are painted in the sky like a beautiful portrait and the sun shines with a brilliant light. The gentle breeze caresses Zeke’s cheek and the grass rustles against the wind. He no longer sits in an endless desert but on a grassy hill. He can hear the sound of children running in the distance. When he turns his head, he sees his younger brother running up the hill with Mikasa following closely — but not too closely — behind. Trailing behind them is a young Armin Arlert struggling to keep up but with a smile on his face nonetheless. 

Zeke returns his gaze to the present day Armin and he sees a village some distance away. It’s a small village nowhere near the size of the Eldian compound that Zeke had grown up in, and it was far from being as developed as the Marelyan colonies across the sea.  

“Eren started running the moment after he suggested the race, Mikasa deliberately lagged behind him. Of course, I was last,” Armin says, smiling as the event takes place in front of them just as he had described. There is no bitterness or grief as he recounts his memory, only fondness. “But the wind that day was slightly warm, and it felt so good just running. The wind stirred up all the dead leaves.”  

A zephyr brushes past and the fallen leaves swirl across the hill. It’s such a simple moment, one that Zeke would have otherwise overlooked, but he cannot deny the beauty of it. All this time, he had been too bitter to truly enjoy anything of the world.  

“When I would read inside on rainy days,” Armin says, and the scene changes around them once more. 

They sit inside a cabin, a fire flickering in the fireplace with blankets draped across their shoulders. By the window with a candle lit for light, a young Armin sits with his eyes fixed on a book. He reads ravenously, only blinking when he had finished a page and needed to turn it. His fingers traces the words as he reads, his lips moving ever so slightly as he read to himself in the dark. The corners of his mouth are turned upward in an insuppressible smile. 

“... when I fed acorns to a squirrel ...” 

Zeke sees Armin crouched on the ground, his hand outstretched to a squirrel. In his hand is an offering of nuts he had gathered from the forest Zeke and Armin sit in now. The younger Armin — older than he had been in the previous flashbacks, perhaps a teenager at this moment — wears a familiar uniform that Zeke remembers as the old Scouting Legion uniform. Behind Armin are his friends, some observing the squirrel with interest while others make jokes at each other in the background.  

“... and when we walked around the market together I felt the same way,” Armin says. 

Zeke stands with Armin at a market now. The air is filled with the smell of freshly baked pastries and delicious street food — skewers of tender meat dripping in creamy ranch-mayo, sandwiches stuffed with smoked herring, onions, radish, pickles between a toasted golden bun, and thick potato noodles fried in oil and sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon. The streets are crumbling and the stalls are weathered and worn, the wood peeling from years under the sun and the fabric faded, but the merchants smile and call out to customers easily, coaxing them to at least try a bite.  

Zeke sees Armin once more strolling through the stalls with his friends, all of them snacking on a drumstick or two. It’s probably all they can afford on their military wages, but they seem content anyway. They laugh and smile as they walk through the stalls, pointing at simple things that they find amusing — a dog running off with a string of sausages, a child playing in the fountain, a nobleman who has lost his hat to the wind. Despite their suffering, they’ve found something to laugh about.  

“... I had the sense that these insignificant moments were incredibly precious,” Armin says. He raises the baseball and Zeke wonders why he feels the same warmth gazing at it that he had felt when he watched his younger brother race up the hill with his friends all those years ago. 

“Where did you get that?” Zeke asks.  

“This ...?” Armin holds the baseball out towards Zeke just for a moment. “I found it buried in the sand.” 

“Why would it be there?” Zeke wonders aloud.  

“Who can say?” Armin replies. “But even though this isn’t needed to multiply, to me, it’s an incredibly precious thing.”  

Feelings that Zeke had long forgotten, feelings that he had buried deep in the sands of his memory, flood him with warmth. He remembers the sting of his hand when he had caught the ball for the first time, the flush of his cheeks when Mr. Xaver had praised him for his talent, and the feeling of the sun on his skin as he threw and caught the ball over and over and over. 

“That’s right,” Zeke says as he’s transported back in time to his youth. He can see Mr. Xaver, whose face he has nearly forgotten, raising his hand to throw the ball towards him again. It was a meaningless game, and still they would throw and catch the ball until the sun set. “We would just throw the ball, and catch it, and then throw it again. Just like that. Over and over.”  

He sees himself meeting Mr. Xaver eagerly, running to the empty alleyway that they would always play catch. The sun is high in the sky, and sweat drips down a young Zeke’s face after a long day of Warrior training. Still, his lips are stretched into a smile as he catches the ball Mr. Xaver throws at him and his smile grows wider still when Mr. Xaver offers him praise for such a brilliant catch. They play like that, throwing the ball back and forth with Mr. Xaver occasionally offering Zeke tips or giving him praise, and neither notices when the sky darkens as the sun begins to set. 

He looks at Armin and the boy’s memories flash before him: the late Commander Smith smiling down at him as he offers Armin advice on the field, the Commander making a rousing speech as Armin looks on admiringly, the late Commander barely breathing as he bleeds out from his injuries while Armin similarly clings to life after having been nearly burnt to ashes from the Colossal Titan. So this boy had suffered as well, had grieved the loss of his mentor, and had gone through unspeakable pain. Still, this child can remember his past fondly and look forward to the future. 

Armin’s hand remains outstretched, the baseball still offered to Zeke.  

Zeke looks down at it, the bitterness he has felt all his life fading. He had never found beauty in life, but now that it has been revealed to him he can’t look away. He shouldn’t reach for the baseball being offered to him, not when he’s convinced himself that all life ever led to was death, but his hand moves without him thinking and Zeke finds his fingers close around the baseball he had thrown around with Mr. Xaver all those years ago.  

“... but it’s as you say,” Zeke says, his voice trembling slightly. “I would’ve been happy just playing catch forever.”  

Zeke looks up at Armin and finds the boy smiling at him without any malice, and Zeke smiles back.  

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Since I know you were sad at part 3 of the greens win a.u I figured I could extend mercy and give you a second ending 😘❤

Tw - angst with a happy ending, mentions of s.a (no act is done, they just talk about it!!), and cursing, i think thats it!

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The princess bolts up. Her is heart is racing and she is drenched in sweat.

It had only been a dream.

She didn't stab Aemond through the heart, literally. He was still alive. Still alive and breathing and laying next to her, sleeping.

She was silently both relived and disappointed. Relived as she had not killed Aemond and disappointed at the fact Aegon and Alicent was still alive.

The next morning, the princess watches Aemond every move. She couldn't shake the nightmare she had. And how she had woken up, tears staining her face, and sweating in fear and regret of Aemond actually being dead.

She had to accept it; she was in love with Aemond one-eye. The kinslaying devil who butchered her brother.

She felt like a traitor.

"Has something disturbed you, lady-wife?" Aemond asked. He had, of course, noticed her sudden change in mood. Full of hatred in her eyes now were total love. He may have lost an eye but he wasn't totally blind. She had followed him all morning like a love struck girl and displayed a some sort of protectiveness. He just couldn't put a finger on why the sudden change.

She shakes her head, twisting her rings. "N-no my husband. Sorry for staring."

"Quite alright."

Silence fills the gap between them.

The Valyrian then chose to speak. "Do you remember when we had to visit the brothel to find Aegon? And the lady said you had been then when you were thirteen because of Aegon?"

Confused, Aemond nods.

"I saw how you reacted...i'm sorry."

Aemond's good eye grew wide. Seriously, what the fuck was up with his wife who just a couple months prior tried to stab him to death?

The princess gulps nervously. "I just wanted to say that...I know how you feel."

Aemond suddenly then had got this protective instinct in his gut. Who the hell hurt his wife? He'd have to kill them.

"When I was tweleve, I had this friend. He was three years older then me but we were best friends."

Aemond sucks in a breath.

"One day, we were in the gardens when he suddenly told me that he had planned to court and marry me. I didn't see him like that so I refused. He got angry and...forced himself on me. Daemon had found me after. I didn't tell him who because I was afraid that Daemon would tell my mother and they would kill him."

Aemond could see tears falling from the Valyrian's face. He hesitated for a moment. No words were spoken as he gently wiped her eyes.

This time, she didn't jump from his touch or shutter away like the other times.

"I'm sorry that happened."

"I'm sorry Aegon had did that to you too."

Aemond could only give her a small sad smile.

A few days later, after playing with their new born, being a real family, the princess decided to finally act in her emotions.

"Aemond?"

They were now in their chambers, getting ready for bed and she thought it would be a perfect time like any.

"Yes?"

"Hypothetical question. If a woman, who has loathed you, try to kill you, and stab you, were to walk into this very room and tells you she loves you, what would you say?"

And just like in her dream, Aemond replies with, "first, I would learn how to breath again." Almost whispering it.

"And then?"

Either of them answered as they both rushed toward each other and smashed their lips together in love, lust, and hunger for each other.

Prince Aemon had passed away, peacefully in his sleep, three years after his lady-wife. Together, their houses were join, creating what historians would deem the most peaceful rule they ever known. They had four children together, two boys and two girls with three grandchildren. Prince Aemond never remarried, claiming that the Valyrian princess was his true and only love.

-🔥

please this was so beautiful! You need to post these on your new blog now I ENCOURAGE IT 🥹💘

[ohmyoverland]

Fic Writer Questions

Thanks for the tag @anything-thats-rock-and-roll :D

1. How many fics do you have on AO3? 26

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 25, 570

3. What fandoms do you write for? Except for a few one-offs and my 3 Anne With An E fics, I write Lockwood & Co. 💚⚔

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

After Chameleon, an unbetad Miraculous Ladybug salt fic written before the actual episode had come out. It accidentally blew up asldkfjhjkl

On My Mind, a Detroit: Become Human rk1k ficlet where Connor can read minds.

All the Words I Don't Have, pure grade A Locklyle fluff

are we out of touch, are we out of time? AWAE Season 3 speculative fic that is actually an expanded version of a tumblr post I wrote after the penultimate episode of the series premiered.

wavering, my cot3 pining + character study fic. I'm really proud of it and I promise chapter 3 is coming eventually lmao

5. Do you respond to comments? I don't 😭 I want to but I never know what to say and before I know it, the comment is 2 years old oops. I reread comments all the time ❤

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? That's tough to say for sure but I think every lessons forms a new scar ending with an off-screen character death is probably the most angst I've ended with so far.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? That would have to be All the Words I Don't Have again. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. And Lockwood writes some really bad poetry.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not so far.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do sometimes, and it's not published yet.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Another Change of Plans is the most tumblr WIP I have lol. It dares to start asking the question, "What if the Old Guard adopted Adam Young, the antichrist from Good Omens?"

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Sort of? There was one collab fic I wrote a scene for but it never got finished. Someday I might post my part, because ngl I'm pretty proud of the Skull/Lucy banter in it.

13. What’s your all time favorite ship? How could I ever choose??? By bookmark stats, it would be Marinette and Adrien from Miraculous Ladybug. But cot3 (Lockwood & Co) and Superbat (DC) are up there too.

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? A better question is what isn't a WIP I'll never finish??? I have dozens 😭 Though one that stands out is an old Frozen fic I outlined in I think 2018(?). The premise is a canon divergence where Anna's death is faked when they're children and she's raised in the village instead of in the castle. There are two full acts that are just set up for a The Prince And Me/Princess Diaries-esque rom-com between suddenly-a-princess Anna and just-a-normal-guy Kristoff.

The outline on its own is about 8k words, and frankly I've considered editing and posting the outline itself before because it's detailed enough. This fic is actually a drabble I wrote to take place within my AU, but it reads canon compliant enough of its own so I posted it.

15. What are your writing strengths? Ideas. I am always getting new plot bunnies, always getting excited about the next great idea, always thinking about new aspects of these worlds and characters I want to explore.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue and volume. That's why I write so many descriptive, very short fics XD

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'd only do it in a language I've studied for a couple years, and even then I would want a native speaker to read over it for me. But it hasn't come up yet?

I do really like Superbat or Star Trek fics where the author sparingly includes Kryptonian / Klingon / Vulcan with a translation at the end.

18. First fandom you wrote for? My Little Pony, or maybe Percy Jackson?? I'm too scared to check my old accounts to see which came first, if I ever even posted the fics I remember writing then at all.

19. Favorite fic you’ve written? building glass castles for sure!!! I love the atmosphere in it, and the monologue from Skull. That monologue came to me in the middle of the night once, so I had to type it up immediately and build the fic around it later.

No pressure tags @sabetha @synestheticwanderings @abumperprize @lenacarstairspotterstewart @woahpip @flythesail @shizuoi

[ten-shi-fandoms]

Lyric prompt list:

If you want to participate in this say which prompt you want a fic for, the character/fandom, and use one of the hearts on the key to specify what kind of fic you want it to be.

Some of the fics will already have a heart by them signifying that I already have a idea for a fic, but if you wish to request that prompt then go ahead but the type of fic is up to me.

I will be adding more lyric prompts as days go on so one day there may be twenty and the

Heart Key:

❤= Fluff

🖤= Angst

💚= Suggestive/lime

♥= Smut

💔= Smut/suggestive with angst

❤️‍🩹= Angst to Comfort

💖= Fluff with comedy

Prompts:

1. "I can see my baby swingin'."

2. "Hit me and tell me your mine. I don't know why but I like it."

3. "I think I'll miss you forever. Like the stars miss the sun on a morning sky."

4. "Will you still love me if I'm no longer young and beautiful?"

5. "Evil. Don't know what to tell you she's evil, most definitely."

6. "Paradise is a hell-colored flame sky, is it nice to feel free and wild?"

7. "You are my strange addition."

8. "Have I fallen for a lie? You were never on my side." 🖤

9. "A whole garden of flowers and my name etched on a rock. Oh this could've been avoided all I wanted was to talk." 🖤

10: "Heaven is a place on earth with you."

11. "Kiss me hard before you go. Summertime sadness. I just wanted you to know, that baby your the best."

12. "Go easy on me, baby."

13. "You make me feel like a fool. Waiting for you." 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

14. "In the back of my mind. (In the back of my mind), You died (I killed you) and I didn't even cry (I didn't even regret it). No, not a single tear (I can't believe I said it, but it's true). And I'm sick of waiting patiently for some on that won't even arrive (I hate you). 🖤

15. "I don't care, how long it takes. As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face."

16. "Heart to Heart."

17. "And I'm not your protagonist, I'm not even my own. I don't know anything, I don't even know what I don't know." 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

18. "And I love, my boyfriend. He is good to me. He's a good man. He takes care of me when I need it. He's the one I want to have children with."

19. "Mind over matter. Does it matter to any of us?"

20. "You can tell from the scars on my arms, and the cracks in my hips, and the dints on my car and the blisters on my lips." 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

21. "Alone again." 🖤 (angst of some kind)

22. "Whatever I've done, I did it for love."

23. "Let me into your heart."

24. "The other woman will never have his love to keep." 🖤

25. "Who is she? A misty memory. A haunting face. Is she a lost embrace?"

26. "Am I in love with just a theme?"

27. "A love immortal such as mine, will come to me eventually. Immortal she, returns to me."

28. "It still hurts. Watching him fade away." 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

29. "I'm feeling so tired. Really falling apart." 🖤(angst of some kind)

30. "I wish I knew you wanted me."

31. "I just wanna be yours."

32. "I'm liquid smooth, come touch me too. And my skin is plump and full of life. I'm in my prime."

33. "This 60/40 isn't working. I want 100 of your time. Your mine."

34: "Lucky is she, who lives unaware. Who doesn't get bothered by those who don't care. Lucky is she, who lives unaware. Who doesn't get bothered by all that's unfair. Unlucky me. Who knows way too much. Who fights to make changes to make changes and music and such. Unlucky me, aware all the pain. All 'cause I have some brain." 🖤

35. "I can't save us. My alantis we fall." 🖤

36. "I watch the moon. Let it run my mood. Can't stop thinking of you."

37. "I found love where it wasn't supposed to be. Right infront of me."

38. "You were out of my league. Got my heartbeat racing. If I die don't wake me, cause you were more than just a dream."

39. "I love you, so. Please let me go." 🖤

40. "Your coming back. And its the end of the world. We're starting over and I love you darling." ❤️‍🩹

41. "Your so traumatized. It makes me wanna cry. You dumb bitch. I loved you, I loved you, I loved you it's true. I wanted to be you and do what you do. I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true. I feel so embarrassed. I feel abused." 🖤

42. "Someone loved me. Someone fucking loved me. Someone fucking loved me and I fucking loved them to." 🖤

43. "Please understand I am trying my hardest." 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

44. "We were to close to the stars. I never knew somebody like you somebody." ❤️‍🩹

45. "The city's yours."

46. "Say yes to heaven, say yes to me. I've got my eye on you."

47. "He's in my eyes. He is in my ears. He's in my blood. He is in my tears. I must be made of steel. For i just threw out the love of my dreams."

48. "Everyone is dumb."

49. "I dug two graves for us my dear. I can't pretend that I was perfect leaving you in fear." 🖤

50. "I'm the sweetest girl in town, so why are you so mean? When are you going to ditch that stupid you got? It's me you should be seein'." ❤️‍🩹

51: "Talking to the moon. Trying to get to you."

52. "I wish you could see that I'm a person too." 🖤 (angst of some kind)

53. "Feel like a brand new person. Make the same old mistakes."

54. "Before I die. I wanna do something nice."

55. "I'll never smile again. Until I smile at you."

56. "Is she divine? Is it the wine? La seine."

57. "We fell in love in October. That's why I love fall."

58. "We'll meet again. Don't know where. Don't know when. But i know we'll meet again some sunny day."

59. "So please, hurry leave me. I can't breathe. Please don't say you love me."

60. "It's just that I fell in love with a war. No body told me it ended."

61. "I'm so lucky, lucky."

62. "All I want is you now. All I wanna do now. Is wait for you to call me. Baby I'm so sorry." 🖤 (angst of some kind)

63. "I wish you, never had meet me." 🖤

64. "We could've had it all." 🖤

65. "I just hope she don't wanna leave me. Don't you give me up."

66. "The red means I love you." 🖤

67. "I swear (Swear?), I won't leave you (I don't believe you.)" 🖤

68. "Love's gonna get you killed but Pride's gonna be the death of you and me." 🖤

69. "Are you falling in love? Got a feeling you are."

70. "And I'm so sick of love songs, so tire of tears. So done with wishing you were still here." ❤️‍🩹

71. "Please don't go (I'll eat you whole). I love you so. I love you so." 🖤 (angst of some kind)

72. "I guess I should stop looking out for you like I always do. When you, start looking out for me to instead of leaving me staring at my shoes?" 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

73. "This is a love song for a girl who will never know it's about her." ❤️‍🩹

74. "Pacify her. She's getting on my nerves."

75. "I'm so sick of myself. Rather be, Rather be. Anyone, anyone else. Jealousy jealousy, started following me." ❤️‍🩹 or 💔

[saphiraprince22]

Prologue

AUTHOR TALKS: This is my first Klaus Mikaelson fic!! Let me know any suggestions you guys have and if you guys enjoyed it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. ❤❤

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There is nothing more permanent in this world than Death, a terrifying concept that many people overlook till it is their time to leave the life they had so painfully created. Yet Death would continue to take its toll and paving way for newer generations, whose life it shall eventually consume. It was after all the Grim Reaper's job. 

The Grim Reaper, is all but Death personified, responsible for the collection of souls, often represented as a hooded-scythe carrying creature. But here the Reaper is nothing like the stories we have heard in our childhood, ones that mothers used to tell their children to scare them to sleep, people who had been unfortunate enough to witness her always thought that she was beauty in itself, this prevented them from suspecting that she was there to end them in the most gruesome way one had ever seen.

She was The Reaper to HYDRA; nothing but a pawn in their game. Someone who could kill whoever they wanted, whenever they desired.

Arianna Orlova had been under HYDRA'S captivity for ages, making them believe that she was their puppet, bidding her time. Waiting for an opportunity to strike back at her creators. It hadn't been easy considering the tight leash they had on her. But they could do only so much to keep the monster they had created under their control.

She waited patiently as the snow covered the ground followed by the rays of sun burning her skin, if there was one thing she had learned in the duration of her time with HYDRA was patience. She was like a snake waiting for its prey to let its guard down to strike and win its meal.

And after 70 years of experiencing nothing but torture, death and pain her time had finally come, she let the monster that they had created loose and enjoyed the look of fear in their eyes just as the light in them faded to oblivion, she escaped their clutches and made sure to let the world know that the infamous Reaper was dead.

Arya Prince as she now called herself, was sitting on the terrace of an old building in New York, over looking and trying to get lost within the loud noises of the city that never sleeps. It had been a peaceful day well, as far as a SHIELD agent is considered.

After cleaning the mess created by an Asgardian God, all she wanted to do was to have a night of dream less sleep which apparently was too much to ask for.

Nightmares plagued her sleep leading the assassin to sit on the rooftop nursing her rare bottle of beer, a streak that she enjoys only when her mission is completed.

The solitude was broken quite rudely by the blaring of her phone. She sighs and sets her bottle down, she knows that if someone was calling on her phone it meant, it had to be important as only a handful of people knew her number.

She sported a rare smile seeing the the contact ID. "Well, Well if it isn't my favorite suited Original? How may this lowly peasant be of help my Lord?" "Aari I need your help regarding my brother." Hearing him so worried, she instantly understood the gravity of the situation. "Let me guess, your brother found the doppelgänger." She had heard rumors of the doppelgänger through her many contacts. "Not quite, I found information that she is currently in Mystic Falls and I am headed that way, I would like to know if you would accompany me."

"I would love to Eli, send me your location." "I shall be waiting for your company." Finishing her drink, she picked up her helmet, "Well I guess Mystic falls here I come."

Little did she know how this one trip to Mystic Falls would change her life forever.

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@aroseinvelaris @elijahmikaelsonbitch

[illicien]

A Crown of Frost (Snippets)

Let’s be clear, this is the real reason I’m back on this site. I have begun chaos and I refuse to post it yet, so instead I must scream into a void as I shake everything around me violently.

This idea has been burning in my head for a little bit and I am utterly obsessed with Jotun Loki at the moment (which is the whole point of The Frozen Branch series). So what did I do? I decided to play a little “Everyone Loves Loki!” ... Sort of.

Let’s be honest, I’ve been around reading fic absently for years before I even made an Ao3 account. At the time I looked at my past writings and went “oh dear god, no, I should never write fanfiction again” so that took a good five-ish years to get over. But I’ve seen a lot of Loki’s changes through fandom, particularly with regards to ships, and man! I love ships! I love all the ships! So many ships!!

I haven’t even decided how this one will end, frankly. But I have a couple little snippets from a couple of different chapters to share, since I’m planning to break it down... sort of by ship.

Not all of the ships involved have snippets for sharing, yet, so this isn’t all there is to expect. ❤

Below the cut for snippets!

Intro Snippet:

On the branch of frost was born the snowflake of Jotunheim, with skin the colour of Midgard's daylight skies and hair darker than the coals of Muspelheim.

From a realm known for its unforgiving climate and brutal people emerged whispers of a beauty unrivalled in all the realms - and naturally, such a thing was coveted. For many years the whispers grew, truths and fictions weaving into a tapestry of an idea.

So when it was announced that the heir to the throne of Jotunheim - the very tapestry woven into the minds of the nine realms - would be meeting with potential suitors from across the realms, it was no surprise to find each realm well represented.

(A/N: This fic, as you may have noticed, began with intentions of being a fairytale. And... then I added Darcy and it went off the rails really quickly. I love you, Darcy.)

Darcy and the Giant Snippet:

"Alright, lay it on me. What are you looking for here? There's some stuff going on, and you kinda called three of them out about not loving you or something so… what's the political situation?"

"Thor is the biggest political situation." Loptr sipped their drink, looking thoughtfully at it.

"Oh yeah, big guy, gorgeous hair? Oh who am I kidding, everyone has gorgeous hair here…"

“You would consider Thor to be… big?” Loptr responded with clear confusion.

“Right, talking to a giant. Duh.”

(AN: When you’re the human in a land of non-humans, things get kind of weird. And Darcy didn’t bring a shovel to this snowy world.)

Thor’s Grand Proposal Snippet:

“I meant what I said before. I want peace between our people, Your Highness. We’ve been in conflict as long as both of us have been alive. For the sake of our people, and our children.”

“That isn’t what I asked,” Loptr chuckled, their lips quirking upwards. “I understand what you want from marriage. But what do you want from me, Prince Thor? And what do you require from a spouse?”

“Oh, yes of course!” Sitting back as food was placed in front of him, Thor rubbed at his leg under the table briefly in an attempt to reorient himself. “I require a bride if only to mother children - though, I believe-”

Before he could even finish speaking, the figure across the table shifted some in shape, chest filling out and a somewhat more feminine curl of hair managing to fall over her shoulders.

"Yes, I do believe I can fulfil that purpose just fine."

(A/N: I love Thor a lot, and Thorki is about as classic as Loki ships get! But oh gosh, I’m not used to writing this big softie. I’m getting some practice in elsewhere, and hopefully this whole segment will tighten up better!)

Tony’s Adventures in Bartending Snippet:

“You can just call me Tony. Anthony is a little overly formal, don’t you think?”

“Says the one who keeps calling me ‘Your Highness’.”

He tilted his head at the other before Loptr snagged his drink right out from under him, taking a sip. He sat up, giving the heir a surprised look, before smirking.

“Okay. Point. Am I getting that glass back?”

“No. You were going to bartend for me, Tony. And you may call me Loki when we are alone.”

Well, that was another surprise. Shrugging, he got to his feet and made his way around the bar, bowing teasingly.

“As you wish, Loki.”

(A/N: Hello, I love them friends. Any time Loki and Tony over in Collared start hurting my heart, I pop back over to this segment because this is the energy I love from these two. I feast.)

The Secrets Stephen Seeks Snippet:

"You seek a spouse to fill a void in your soul, Stephen?"

"A spouse?" Stephen leaned forward in his seat to look at Loptr, watching them intently. "I didn't come seeking a spouse. I came seeking you, Loki."

Loptr looked slightly taken aback by that and the sorcerer couldn't help but smile softly.

"You came seeking the rumours," Loptr responded, collecting themself again.

"Mmm, yes. But not the rumours of Loptr. As you've pointed out so astutely, I seek knowledge in all things. What need do I have for beauty and power?"

(A/N: Oh. Yeah. The ship that inspired me to finally pick up an Ao3 account and WRITE. Working on both IronFrost and StrangeFrost separately in one fic has been fun, it feels like it really breaks down what I love about IronStrangeFrost!

But this is all I’ve got for you for blips for now. Back to trying to finish up the next chapter of Collared, no more procrastinating... probably.)

[romancefranaticstay]

.ೃ࿐How we met*ೃ༄

Husband!Han x wife!fem!reader

Category: fluff ❤,angst ☁︎ (technically their is some smut, maybe a tiny tiny bit, you won't even notice!)

Warnings: ♡ None ♡ (a tiny tiny tiny bit smut, but you won't notice)

You were happily married to your highschool sweetheart, Han Jisung. You had three beautifull children. Two boys and one girl, the boys were named Han Jr. and Sungie. The girl was named Scarlett-Soo, (you named her).

The two boys were already teenagers and the girl had just turned nine. One day you were in the kitchen, cooking some food. Your daughter came up to you and asked:

'엄마 (mama), how did you and 다다이즘 (dada) meet?'

You smiled , those precious moments, your teenage years were filled with Hannie, your precious husband, your entire world.

'I met your 다다이즘 (dada) a long time ago...'

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How you met is a very beautiful story. It was a beautiful day... in the 90s... a beautiful school day. This day, April 10, 1994, would change everything for you. Exactly 30 years ago you met the love of your life...

You were 14 at the time in 1994. You were a troublemaker, a real teenager.

You were in class, of course you were sitting very far away from your best friend. You could never be quiet and always burst into fits of laughter.

'Good morning students. Everyone, pick up your books on page 224. Today we're going to delve deeper into the literature of William Shakespeare.'

Here we go again, you thought. Suddenly the classroom door opened and you saw a boy standing there. Your eyes were immediately glued to him.

"I apologize for disturbing you, but I have a new student here for you."

He gave some documents to your teacher, he read them thoroughly.

“Han Jisung… welcome to this school. You can take a seat in the front row next to…”

his gaze suddenly turned cold “…I/N Y/N.”

he pointed in your direction. Of course you knew that your teacher never liked you, ever since day one, but that didn't bother you. You liked some challenges.

The boy named Han looked in your direction. His face radiated a kind of friendliness.

“Howdy neighbor, my name is Y/N.”

"Hey, my name is Han, Han Jisung."

'Cool.'

Such an innocent introduction grew into something much bigger, and you didn't even realize it at the time.

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The two of you were running from a teacher. Why actually? Han was a real joker and troublemaker just like you. You placed small needles on your teacher's chair, I don't have to explain the rest.

You were laughing as you ran. Everyone could hear an ego from your laughter. Of course you were the only ones who were so loud.

'Anyway.'

"Maybe we should use super glue..."

'Or duck tape...'

'Or rope...'

'We are brilliant.'

"That's because there are two of us."

'Better a duo than uno.'

“Wise words from Han Jisung.”

'Fantastic.'

you gave each other a high-five.

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“Hello Miss I/N.”

Han said to your mother.

'Ahh, hello Han. How's school? Didn't you play too many tricks?'

"No, not too much."

She laughed.

"You two sneaks go upstairs."

'Thank you, Madam.'

Your mother thought you were hilarious, of course if it went too far, she would stop it. But you were raised very well, with the idea of ​​still showing respect.

The two of you went to your room. You had a boombox in your room with all kinds of CDs. Han turned on some music and you started dancing and singing together. You held hands and started spinning each other around.

Your parents heard you from downstairs.

"These two scoundrels." your mother laughed.

'Just like us.' your father added with a kiss.

Your father and mother loved each other dearly.

"Those two are going to end up together."

'Do you think?'

'I don't think, I know.'

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1997

'Hannie!'

you shouted whenever you saw him. You ran to him and brought him in for a cuddle.

'How are you doing?'

"You act like we haven't seen each other for years."

'Alright sir. Did anything special happen?'

His face lit up.

"Yes, I dared to ask a girl out!"

You were super happy for him.

'Real?! Finally, what's her name?'

“Her name is Jennie, she's in my English class. She has beautiful black hair and she's just so... I don't know how to explain it.'

'Aww, Hannie. Do you know what to do? Introduce her to our friend group!'

'Is that a good idea?'

'Sure!

' You were happy for him...

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After school, Han took Jennie to the skate park, where your group of friends always sat. She was very friendly and happy.

Your group of friends consisted of Lee Know, you, Han, Hanni and Jin. Everyone liked her except Hanni... because she was actually trying to set you up with Han.

You were all chatting with each other when suddenly Han gave Jennie a little kiss.

Something inside you broke. You thought maybe it was normal because you were a single pringle and always have been. Maybe it's just weird to see that.

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You tried to convince yourself for a month that this wasn't a crush. No, that's just not possible, this was Han. Han your best friend. Ordinary Han.

After a while you started dreaming about him too. Sometimes tears would well up in your eyes when you talked to Jennie. It wasn't until a week later that you realized... you were in love with him....

Of course the first person you told was Hanni, your best friend. It was immediate drama.

“Are you serious Y/N?! I've been trying to set you up for years, and only now have I stopped doing so.'

"How could I know that?"

"Because you know your feelings, right?" '

Yes I think..'

"Look, Han has a girlfriend now." "

Yes, I know, but every time I see them..."

tears came to your eyes.

"...I-I don't know why...but..."

Hanni hugged you.

'Shh, I get it, I get it, you compris je comprends. Look, if it's true love, fate will do you good.'

'Do you think?'

'I don't just think so, I definitely am'

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2000

You were now 19. And still Han didn't break up with his girlfriend, Jennie. You weren't angry about that, of course, but it was painful to see them kissing or hugging each other.

Of course if Han was happy, you were happy too, you always wished him happiness.

One day you thought, I'm nineteen, maybe I should try to get to know someone? Maybe that will help me? Maybe... You and Han drifted a little further apart, but not too far.

One day you met someone, his name was Changbin, you wanted to introduce him to the rest... You went to the skate park with him, after all these years it was still your meeting place.

'Hello everyone, I want to introduce someone to you. This is Changbin.”

Han looked up at him and you. At first he thought it was strange that you hadn't said anything about it, but that wasn't always the case.

Changbin's arm surrounded you, which bothered Han a bit, but he had a girlfriend, so... Everyone thought Changbin was fantastic. They thought he was hilarious and his laughter was contagious.

When he started laughing, everyone around him automatically laughed too, except Han...

Han didn't know what was wrong with him. Something stuck in his heart. He just couldn't bear it.

Eventually he also started to neglect his girlfriend a bit. They eventually broke up.

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2002

After two years, you and Changbin broke up. It wasn't a bad break up. You still remained friends. It was a bit difficult at first, but after two months you were back on your own two feet. You were at university at that time, so your studies were more important.

You and Han still hadn't shared your feelings with each other, even though everyone in your group of friends knew what was going on between you. It was just too hard. You were both too scared to lose your friendship. Of course you guys went on innocent dates sometimes, if you know what I mean.

In 2002 you also started your own career. You had a great passion for music, so you started your own band. It was called Xoxo. That band put you in the spotlight. It was a very popular band in the 2000s.

Your concept changed fashion. You were in that band with four other girls. Collette, Coraline, Violette and Diasy. You always just called them: Coll, Cori, Vicky and Dia. Han also came into the spotlight through his boy group Straykids. It was a strange year, 2002.

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2006

When you were 25, the girlgroup Xoxo disbanded. The girls still had fame, everyone went their own path. You went off to the path of acting.

You and Han had finally shared your feelings towards each other. After so many years, you finally dared to take each other's hands and start a new chapter in your lives. Of course you didn't get married right away. Even though you loved each other for 9 years.

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2009

You and Han got married in 2009. It was a beautiful wedding, very traditional. The wedding party was attended by his boy group Straykids, of course the former members of Xoxo and not forgetting your group of friends from your teenage years.

Your parents told all kinds of stories about the two of you, back when you were teenagers. The wedding night was the best night of your life. It was full of love and passion, the love and passion you shared for each other.

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2010

2010 was the birth of your first child, Han Jr. Han didn't leave your side during the birth. He held your hand the whole time.

You were proud of yourselves for being able to create something so wonderful. Such a beautiful little baby. Han thought it was so wonderful that tears rolled down his cheeks.

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2011

Your second baby boy was born, Sungie. The birth took 20 hours, not the birth itself, but to get to 10 centimeters. It was a hard time that day, but you did it. You could say Sungie was a very special baby boy, he had the perfect weight and perfect measurements, but every baby is special in his own way.

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2015

You and Han focused for a while on your careers and on your two baby boys. But one day, you accidently got pregnant. Not really 'accidently', but the pregnancy wasn't planned. When you two found out it was a girl, you were pretty excited. A little baby girl, Han's little princess.

The moment Han saw her, he couldn't get away from her. She was daddy's little princess, she still is and forever will be.

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2015-2024

Through the years you won many oscars and Han many grammy's. Straykids did eventually disband, but they were still very close. People always asked how you two always stayed this young. You could say that your kids kept you youthy, but you two always were very childish. Han didn't even change a bit, you didn't either. You love grew foreachother everyday. You two still acted a bit like horny teenagers when you two were home alone.

Han Jr. was alreaddy populair at school, you couldn't say you were suprised. He had the looks and the character from his dad, no wonder the girls twirl around him.

Sungie was a more shy-type, but that doesn't mean people liked him less. He had a very unique personality and he was a mix between you and Han. He had your eyes, Han's nose, your lips, Han's faceshape.

Scarlett-Soo was maybe daddy's girl, but she was the mini-verse of you. She was alreaddy a mischief at a young age, but you controlled it well.

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'And thats how we met Soo-Soo.'

'Wow, thats a longgg story 엄마.'

'Yeah thats love sweetty.'

'What are mine two favorite lady's talking about?' Han came inside of the kitchen.

' 엄마 told me how you two met, 다다이즘' (Mama,........ dada.)

Han came standing next to you, with his arm around your waist.

'Is that so?'

'예!' (Yes)

'Why won't you go play with your 형제, 좋아요?' (....,brothers, okay?)

'알았어, bye 엄마 아빠' (Okay,... mama and dada.)

Scarlett ran outside and started to look for her brothers.

'I hope you only told them the good stuff.' he smirked.

'With you theirs only the good stuff.' you grinned.

He brought your two lips together and kissed you softly. He bit playfully your underlip.

'Not when the kids are around,아기.' (..... darling.)

'When do their uncels come over?' he asked

'In a hour.'

'Hmmm, i will try to wait for a hour.'

'Hmm you better do baby.'

You heard your kids footsteps so you two started to talk about an other theme.

'The weather is great today, don't you think?' he said

'Oh yeah the weather, yeah its beautifull, don't you think?'

'Yeah, its beautifull.'

''알았어, Soo is annoying me again!' Sungie screamed.

'사실이 아니다!' (Not true!')

You picked her up and started rocking her.

'당신의 삼촌 , they come in less than a hour.' (Your uncels,....)

'Yay!' she moved excited.

You loved your family, you couldn't imagine your life without them. Everything was perfect, even tho sometime's there were arguments. But a marriage with no arguments, is no marriage.

'I will dress this little hamster up.'

'Okay baby.' he kissed your cheek.

'Ewww.' Han Jr. mummered.

'Love is love.' Han sang.

Love is indeed love.

[brandyllyn]

Hi how are you, honey? I think that, one is a question and other is more of a suggestion.

1: If question is too invasive, it doesn't need to be answered: I know you didn't make it so explicit, but could the reader have curves, like busty? Because I think, it was in the second chapter, you say, as Javi remembers the weight of her breasts, I thought something like that, like me being busty, I don't see so much fanfic like that, any size of breasts is beautiful, but me being busty, I miss a little, fanfics that mentions that reader is busty, something like, when she is at Javi's house, you said that, her breasts are loose, that's why, just Javi's shirt fit her.

2: The suggestion would be: why don't you write one more epilogue or oneshot about the two after the third season? As she changed him, Javi was tired of everything from the DEA. And she managed to make him think about marriage or even children? I finished the third season, then I thought something, like their future, because the ending, it has that little taste: I want more about them. Thank you so much for listening to me. I hope I didn't bother. ❤ Xxx

1) So I'm a bigger woman myself and I always try to write size inclusive readers (although things do slip through, especially in my earlier stuff). In my mind the shirt she borrows from Javi is an old stretches out T-shirt so could be anything from Medium to XXX large at this point. I only write him picking her up if there is something supporting her weight behind her. So yeah, sure, I think reader could be a bigger girl for sure.

2) I don't think I've made much of a secret that To Sell Your Love for Peace is my least favorite thing I've written. I'm not going to say I'll never write for Javi P again, but the chance of him and that reader having more story is very slim.

[capybaraonabicycle]

waxflower: are you a bee or a butterfly person? a dog or a cat person?

marigold: what’s your favorite tea?

poppy: do you like to dip your fries or do you like it as is?

– Poppy :p 🥀

Thank you!

waxflower: are you a bee or a butterfly person? a dog or a cat person?

Bee person! Butterflies are beautiful and I know they have their place in preserving the Earth, too. But bees are for me the symbol of hope that is so direly needed with the way climate change is developing. Also they're fluffy and I like honey.

Cat person! There's a Kinsey-scale for this and I'm like a 2 or 4: Predominantly cat person, but more than incidentally dog person. I love dogs and I HAVE to point out any cute dog in my vicinity to whoever is unlucky enough to be with me. But I also immediately start talking to any cat on sight and if they approach me I WILL pet them, danger of illness be damned.

I totally see myself being single my whole life and ending up an old spinster in a small flat with five cats who the children call a witch. Although if that does happen, there will probably be a dog to join the cats, too, at some point.

marigold: what’s your favorite tea?

You're German, so I am assuming you know Yogi-tea? - The Throat Comfort one.

[ID: advertising picture of the yogi tea 'Throat Comfort'. end ID]

Or simple black tea without milk or sugar, Assam preferably. Or any kind of tea flower because they are magnificent!

poppy: do you like to dip your fries or do you like it as is?

Did you ask this question because it's your favourite flower? ❤

I actually like fries a number of ways? Does 'dip' mean 'ketchup or other sauce'? Or milkshake? (Idk if that's actually a thing but Paul from The Half of It does that, so maybe?)

Anyway, big fan of poutine here, also of fries with white grated cheese on top. Vinegar and salt is very good but so is that tasty belgian sauce that I forgot the name of. I like them with ketchup or mayo, too, and I recently had them with mango sauce, which was delicious. Also curry sauce plus raw or crunchy onions on top is amazing.

So, I seldomly eat fries without sauce or something else on top. There are just too many great options to choose from :)

[ID: gif from the movie 'The half of it': Ellie and Paul are sitting inside a church. She is reading his letter aloud, saying "All I'm saying is that I like fries. I like dipping them in my milkshake. Is that weird? It's acutally really tasty. Would you like to try that with me sometime?" end ID]

(👆Paul Munsky on dipping fries in milkshakes. I have never done that before but I'd totally be up for trying that with him :) )

[aceie-desire]

Hello! Can I request ruggie and vil (separately) with a reader who has problems sleeping and will sometimes stay up late doing work? Thank you! ❤❤❤

-✒️ anon

Disney Twisted Wonderland with a s/o that has trouble sleeping, occupying themselves with work.

✎ Characters: Vil Schoenheit and Ruggie Bucchi

☁︎ Fluff!!

⚠︎ Warnings: Nothing really

! Word Count: 1k

Notes: that title is a mouthful-

Vil

It was pitch black outside, still really late, and Vil happened to stir awake. Maybe it was due to the lack of warmth next to him, or maybe it was the irritable sound of a clacking keyboard. He softly groaned as he sat up, looking to his left to see his alarm clock.

2:37

A familiar calling sounds was coming from the corridor, and he wasn’t no Rook, but he still felt the need to go and check it out.

He turned the corner, and there sitting in dim lighting, was his s/o. y/n.

“…hm..? y/n dear. What are you doing up at this hour?”

“Ack! oh. Vil! You scared the shit outta me.” You huffed, a pout apparent on your lips.

“Don’t try to change the topic darling, you weren’t getting your beauty sleep along side me, why is that?”

“Oh, I just wasn’t all that tired. And I needed to get some school work done, I’ve barely had a chance considering I’m babysitting 3 children every. single. day.”

Vil out a small chuckle before walking to stand behind you as you were seated, placing his palms on your shoulders giving you a small massage.

“Ahhhh. That feels nice… Thank you, hun…” You let out a small sigh of contentment.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, and I would enjoy things a lot more of you were asleep right beside me in my arms.” He whined as a perfectly goofy smile graced his sculpture like face.

His eyes were clearly struggling to stay open, Vils never up this late, ever. He always tries to get the maximum amount of sleep until it can be considered “lazy” as to keep the glow in his face. He never has eye bags or droopy skin, and his eyes always shimmer when he wakes up. He was obviously trying to suppress yawns, but he wouldn’t show it. He wanted you to know he would always be there with you, alert and ready.

“Vil, hun, why don’t you head back to bed? Ill be there soon.”

“No. I’m not going until my dearest comes with me. They deserve a comfortable nights sleep too.”

How could you deny him, especially when he was sacrificing one of his most precious rituals for you?

“Okay, okay. I'll come with you,” a tired smile was spread across your face as a yawn overtook.

“Lovely!” He said helping you up as he made sure your work was saved before he shut your laptop, “I'll make sure you fall into a deep sleep.” He teased.

“Oh.”

As you were cuddled together in bed, he brought your head to his chest, his heart beat was a soft steady rhythm, it by itself caused your eye lids to grow heavy. He started to gently play with the ends of your hair, lightly scratching your scalp in attempts to soothe you even further.

“Sleep well my dear, I hope you dream of me~”

But you being in his arms, it already felt like a dream, that was the last thing in your mind before you drifted deep asleep.

Ruggie

It was quite late, and the once peaceful and quiet night was overcome by Ruggies groans as he tossed and turned.

“Where are they? They said they would be quick. It’s been an hour!” He huffed, as he finally decided to get up and find you, the one who seemed to be the root of his tantrum.

He made his way over from out of his room to the lounge, finding you there literally buried, in his eyes, thousands of sheets of papers. You had reading glasses on, accompanied with a pen in hand as you were cramping in student for a big test coming up.

“y/nnnnnn!”

“oh, hi hun!” You said, your eyes still focused on your laptop in front of you.

“You still haven’t come!”

“I told you I would be a minute,” You laughed, turning to him.

“It’s been an hour!”

“Huh..? It’s only been… an hour!?” Your face quickly turned to shock.

Last you checked it was 12:05, but the large clock hung across the room read 1:17. You checked your laptop just to double check, and that read 1:18.

“Ah, I’m sorry Ruggie. I’ve just been so caught up in all this. I’ve fallen a bit behind..” a chuckle escaped you as your hand rubbed the back of your neck.

Ruggie knew you had your hands full, as you had your own dorm to take care of, as well as literally all of the first years, plus him. He knew he wasn’t exactly the easiest person to take care of, but give him so credit, he had to be easier than Leona, right? He was used to people who slept TOO much, not so much others that didn’t sleep enough. Leona being a prime example of that.

He knew ways to help him wake up, and how to get him food and drinks to keep his energy up, he expertise was only in that, not how to help out a night owl as yourself. He was one of those people that could normal fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, but today had been an especially long day and he wanted to spend some time with you cuddling.

“I’m sorry, Rugs, I promise I’m almost done I just need to-“

“It’s fine,” He shrugged, getting closer to you.

“…? Hm..? Are you sure..?”

“Yup. If you can’t come to bed…” He sat down on the couch, moving your laptop farther down your legs lying his head on a pillow beside your lap as his upper torso was spread across your legs, lying on his stomach, “Then I’ll sleep here.”

“oh, okay.” You said, kinda unsure, but hey, if this worked for him, then who were you to argue?

You placed your laptop on his back and you continued to work for about another 10-15ish more minutes until you decided to stop for a bit. You looked down at your sleeping boyfriends face, he has passed out 2 minutes after he had laid down, you laughed to yourself, smile at his little antic. You closed your laptop, and put it further down the couch, careful not to wake the sleeping hyena. You started to scratch behind his ears as you could feel your lack of sleep catching up on you. You alter your head back in the back of the couch as a yawn drifted out from you. And the rest went black.

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[alltoolewis]

Piece by piece : Daniel Ricciardo 🤍

Returning back to some of my song requests with one of my favourite suggestions & new favourite person to write for!! I adore this song so much & I know it means so much to so many people... I hope I do this beautiful song justice!! (You can listen to it here ❤)

Summary: After an unexpected conversation with your distant father... you start to doubt Daniels's intentions. But the more you start to push him away, the more he is determined to prove to you that you are and will always be his main priority!

(Warnings! Distant father x daughter relationship! Strong language)

Your hands shook as you held the little white stick in your palms, back leaning against the edge of the bathtub as it held you up for support. The seconds on your timer ticked down as the longest 3 minutes of your life as your head flooded with nothing but negativity...

'what if he leaves...' 'what if he doesn't want this...' 'what if it ruins his career...'

Alarm bells interrupt your thoughts as it shakes against the marble countertop, indicating it was time to look... Slowly turning the stick around you blink your existing tears away, only for more to come as the results were clear as day...

2 pink lines...

You were pregnant... You were going to be a mother... A parent... A responsibility for a young life...

"No...no...no..." You whisper, tears no longer held hostage in your eyes as you let them flow down your cheeks "This can't be happening right now... this can't be happening... Danny's going to kill me..." It wasn't that you didn't want children with Daniel, you loved the idea of little copies of the two of you running around your house that was missing the sound of little giggles and patters of feet. You loved him, more than anything in the world... Thanking your lucky stars that you were blessed with a rare opportunity to find a man as caring and loving as him... A man that was willing to risk anything and everything to make sure you were loved and safe... But no matter how many times he showed you the feeling of compassion and belonging, a voice in your head reminded you of your past... how easy it was for a love so bright to turn into the darkest.

Everybody thought your parents were the 'it' couple! After years of love, nothing could have gone wrong for them... and once you were born their happiness would just grow! However not every fairy tale has a happy ending... well not the ones you know anyway! Once you were born your dad changed, and definitely not for the better! He spent less time at home and more at the bar... less time with his family and more with his friends getting drunk on cheap beer. It wasn't until you were 4 years old that he decided to pack up his stuff and leave you behind... Despite not really understanding what was happening at the time, your mother's cries stuck with you until it was clear what happened... Since you met Daniel he slowly crept back into your life, after begging your nan for your phone number the occasional begs for money started... and like a fool you it to gave it him!

Too busy in your on thoughts of disappointment you didn't hear the return of your excited boyfriend until it was too late... "Baby? where are you-?" Your body froze as Daniel opened the bathroom door, his signature smile dropping as his eyes made contact with your puffed-out red ones. Dropping to the floor immediately he pulled you into his arms, your tears instantly flooding his shirt "(y/n)... darling... what's wrong?" "Please don't hate me... please don't hate me..." Your body shook into his as your repeated the only words that made sense to you. Tucking your head under his chin, Daniel nervously sighed "I could never hate you, sweetheart... Why would I hate-" His eyes grew wide as he noticed the small white stick in the corner of the room. Although everything started to make sense to him, he had to have a closer look... pulling away from your grip he stood up, taking the stick in his hands as he looked down at the result he waited his whole life to see...

"Your pregnant..." He whispered, voice sounding rushed as he looked down at you in a cloud of love... "I'm so sorry... I'm sorry..." You sobbed, putting your head in your knees as you tried to hide from his 'disappointment' The excitement left his eyes the second your sobs grew, instead filling with concern as he dropped in front of you, the test not living his hand using his other one to lift your chin up... "You have nothing to worry about sweetheart..." His heart broke as you looked across to him, tears continuing to slip as you spoke your thoughts "B-but y-your career... your busy and I've ruin-" Cutting you off, Daniel laid his lips gently on yours smiling once he feels you relax under his touch...

"I'm not going anywhere (y/n)…" He whispered once you pulled away, keeping his forehead locked to yours "We are in this together... me... you" Placing his hand on your flat stomach he rubbed it softly "And this little bean here... & Nothing anyone does or says will ruin that ...okay?"

Noticing your hesitation he places his hand of cheek, steading your gaze as you finally focused on the caring man in front of you... "we've got this... together?"

Exhaling the breath you didn't realize you were holding you nodded "Together..."

"I love you so much (y/fn)… forever and always..." "I love you too, Danny..."

________________

As the months passed and the due date came to a near, the excitement in the Ricciardo household grew each and every day. Friends and family constantly showered you two advice and presents ready for the new arrival of the bundle of joy! Daniel could sense how nervous you still were for this new chapter, noticing how distant you become the minute someone mentions the future or brings up your past. But despite it sometimes being a challenge, he was willing to prove to you how serious he was to become a dad. & so far he was doing a great job! Your anxiety decreasing at every little thoughtful thing he does, rubbing your belly as you watch your favorite shows or speaking to your baby boy as you drift off to sleep... your finally seeing how bright your future could be... until..

"Shouldn't you two be falling asleep now?..." Danny giggled as watched you yawn "You need to rest..." Letting out a tired sigh you shook your head "I promised you I'd facetime you every night..." Daniel couldn't help but smile as you recited the promise the two of you made as he boarded his flight for the pre-season race in Spain. Not wanting to make your doubts any worst he promised the two of you would speak every morning, midday and night, and so far the promise had been kept... "So how was the test run...? You guys are looking quick!" You giggled, trying your best to change the topic. Rolling his eyes he let out a soft chuckle "Don't try and change the subject you... But to answer your question, it went really well! I think we might have a real ch-"

His words were interrupted as your phone rang beside you, eyes growing wide with fear as you read the name on the screen "Who is it?..." Daniel questioned, eyes filling with concern as he saw the tenseness of your body. "Oh just (y/bff/n)..." You replied, hobbling off the bed as you looked back down at your laptop "I won't be a minute..." "(y/n)..." But before he could question your weird behaviour you had already locked the door, pressing 'accept' in the bathroom as you prepared for the abuse to come...

"Hello da-" "Don't hello me you slut!" Your dad's voice slurred across the speaker, your body flinching at his language and although he wasn't physically there you still felt his presence as chills ran through your body "Your nan had some intresting news to tell me today..."

"Dad..." You sighed, already knowing where this conversation was going "I was going to tell you..." You was going to tell him... one day, but you and Daniel both agreed to wait until it was the right moment... it wasn't like he would care anyway!! "Bullshit!" He shouted "You wasn't going to tell me!... How do you think I felt when I had to hear from your nan that my slag of a daughter has got knocked up from her twat of a boyfriend!!!!... could you not of waited until you were married for god sake (y/n)"

Tears of anger grew as you listened to his most recent fire of venom, but you weren't going to back down this time... "He is not a Twat... He is my soulmate, the man I love, the father to my unborn son and if you think your meaningless words could change that then your more stupid than I think!!"

Your father scoffed at your words "Love...! You don't know the meaning of love!!"

"HOW CAN I!!!" You shout, not caring now if Danny could hear you or not "WHEN I HAD YOU AS A FATHER!!"

"DON'T YOU SHOUT AT ME! YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH!! I GAVE YOU AND YOUR WHORE OF A MOTHER EVERYTHING I COULD!!! YOU WERE THE CHILD I NEVER WANTED SO DON'T PIN YOUR VICTIM ON ME!! & WHEN THAT LITTLE BRAT IS BORN YOUR 'SOULMATE' IN THERE IS GOING TO RUN FROM THE HILLS... WHO COULD EVER LOVE YO-"

Not being able to hear anymore you switch off your phone, chucking it to the side as you let the tears slip... the negative thoughts you had forgotten about for months all flooded back as your dad's spiteful words repeated in your head... 'he's going to leave you...' 'how could anyone love you...' Wiping your face one last time you made your back to your bed, trying your hardest to hide the tears on your face as you gave Danny a fake smile.. however he knew you all to well to know when your lying! "Baby what's up..." He gasped as soon as he saw your puffy cheeks "Have you been crying!"

"What! No! Of course not... I'm fine it must just be the signal!" You giggled, trying to lighten the conversation, however the stern look on his face wasn't budging as realisation hit "It wasn't (y/bff) was it..."

"Y-yes of course it was... what are yo-!"" "It was your dad wasn't it..." He sighed, shoulders becoming tense as he watched your body flinch at his name "I swear to god (y/n) if he said anything I'm going to kill him!"

Shaking your head you let the tears slip "He said..." "What did he say honey..." Daniel pushed, voice alot softer as he looked at you with concern... despite being thousands of miles away his love could still be seen "Tell me everything..." & just like he asked, the words slipped out your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks as you repeated your fathers words...

"You know that's not true baby..." Daniel sighed once you had finished, wishing nothing more than being able to wrap you in his arms. "But what if he's right... I am a slut! Your not going to st-"

"Let me stop you there gorgeous..." He interrupted "You are the most beautiful, caring, kind-hearted woman I have ever met in my life & our little boy is the luckiest bean in the world to have you as his mother!" A small smile crept on your face as you listened to the complete opposite words you had previously heard "I am not going anywhere baby girl... we are endgame! Nothing can come between us okay... not my job, not your dad, nothing... Okay? It's just the three of us!..."

"Even when things get hard..." You whispered, still hesitant from your dads words "Even when you want to walk away..."

"Even when things get hard... I will be by your side every step of the way!" Daniel sighed, heartwarming as he watched the small smile gracing your lips. "And as for walking away darling... I wouldn't ever dream of it!... I will never leave you or our baby boy like your dad did....... cause I love you too fucking much to hurt you like that!!"

Tears poured from your eyes as you listened to his loving words... he has never hurt you, or made you doubt your love... never showed any signs of turning around from your relationship since it started!!! & Just like he promised that didn't change when you gave birth to your healthy baby boy...

Milo Reign Ricciardo...

Milo was the sunshine neither of you knew you needed to make your love stronger but from the moment Daniel held your little boy in his arms for the first time... you knew you were safe... and for the very first time you had a true, real, happy....

Family 🤍