#never would've gotten caught by the plants

[son1c]

Shadow no :’(

Maybe I’m jumping the gun here, but how is Shadow after he’s presumably rescued? Seems like that would leave a mark on a guy :(((

he'll never look at salad the same way again </3

nah but fr he's been better. immediately after being rescued and separated from the hivemind, he's honestly a little scared. like, it's so quiet, and he doesn't feel relief; he feels fear. you know? he hasn't been able--allowed?--to think for himself in a long time, so his first reaction is panic. what happened? where is everyone?

sonic sees him start to panic and is like woah buddy take it easy, you're safe now, those weeds can't get you here.

and shadow flinches, cuz he's not used to hearing someone ELSE talk. talk out loud. with their mouth. because plants don't HAVE mouths. they would just tell him what to do with their brains directly. but they're not here. they're not here, and he...

he doesn't have to listen to them anymore?

it's still quiet, shadow realizes. it's just him.

but if it's true, and he can do what he wants again, then that raises another question: what does he want to do, anyway? eat people? n... no, that's what the plants wanted. get revenge on the space colony for what gerald did? no, that's... also what the plants wanted.

he takes a breath. no vines appear to choke it out of him.

his fear is ebbing.

then the relief sets in. when he finally calms down enough to take in his surroundings. it's not green, like he'd become so accustomed to. like his world had been smothered in. now, it's blue. there's so much water. and he finally sees sonic (who by this point looks very worried).

shadow remembers what he wants. and it's so twisted, cuz he remembers his world was shattered. a horrible situation, everyone and everything he's ever known is gone and might never return--but that's just it. he wants to get it all back. he wants to fix his world. and he's so relieved to reclaim that goal, because it was taken from him by the plants. no matter how horrible his situation... at least he knows that it's his own.

[bitterspoons]

For once, I thought it was me.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Soulmate au where you can hear the songs your soulmate is listening to. Fred asks your best friend—Angelina—to the ball thinking she's his soulmate.

use of y/n

Warnings: Angst and just a lil' fluff

Word Count:

part one / part two coming soon

A/N: of course the first thing I write is a soulmate au 😭—it's fine and I hope you like it.

"Angelina!" Y/n calls, running over to the Gryffindor table—almost tripping over her feet before placing a hand on Angelina's shoulder.

"Yes?" Angelina looked up from her conversation with the Weasley twins and smiled at her best friend. The Great Hall was bustling with noise.

Y/n panted, catching her breath as she fixed her hair. "Sorry—I just—I ran—oh god I'm dying—" Y/n tried to catch her breath before waving her hand at the twins. "Give me a second—continue your conversation..."

Angelina chuckled before turning back to George and Fred. "This is my friend, Y/n." Angelina introduced. "She's in Hufflepuff so I doubt you would've met her."

Y/n waved, stealing some of Angelina's water.

"Why haven't you invited her to some of our parties?" George asked, batting his eyes. "It would've been nice, seeing a pretty face more often."

Angelina rolled her eyes at the flirt, making space next to her for Y/n. "Yeah, I've asked her but she's not a huge fan of social events." She explained. "It's a miracle she's even in the Great Hall—why aren't you with Willow?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out after Divination. Turns out my detention with Professor Sprout is cancelled!" The Hufflepuff said happily, still a bit red from George's flattering.

"Hell yeah!" Angelina cheered. "I told you she loves you."

Y/n smiled. "Yeah but turning her favorite plant into a pair of heels is pushing the line."

Fred cackled. "Y/n, You did what?!"

In her head, a symphony sounded. Him just saying her name sounded like an orchestra.

Pops of warmths fidgeted around her. She had always had a crush on the Weasley, and she never really knew when it happened. She hasn't told a soul and she never would. It was just— he always seemed so happy. She had made him happy, she made him laugh.

Y/n beamed as she explained how she had gotten too caught up with her conversation with Angelina about what shoes to wear for the Yule Ball, she had completely forgotten about the spell she was casting.

"Little Chéri's a troublemaker huh?" Fred teased, scrunching up his nose.

"Chéri?!" Angelina cackled—not a fan of pet names in the slightest.

George grumbled. "Fred has been learning French so he can impress girls."

Y/n laughed, taking a sip of Angelina's water again. "I think it's cute." She bit the tip of her thumbs, an old habit of hers.

"Ever the hopeless romantic, Y/n." Angelina commented, stealing her drink back.

The four engaged in conversation until a Slytherin tapped on Y/n's shoulder. "Uh—Y/n, I think I have a fitting right now." She said awkwardly, getting glares from the Gryffindors.

"Oh!" Y/n shot up, grabbing the last strawberry off of Angelina's plate before grabbing Angelina's pen—sticking it behind her ear—and running off, dragging the Slytherin with her.

"Hey!" Angelina protested, grumbling as she bit into her toast.

"What was that about?" Fred asked, battling Ron for the last corndog.

"Huh? Oh—Y/n and I are helping organise the Ball." Angelina explained, not seeing how Fred watched her run her fingers through her hair as she grabbed another pen to do her Potions Homework. "She's helping make and tailor people's outfits."

"Y/n?" Hermione clarified, popping into the conversation. "She's ridiculously talented, she made the dress I'm wearing!"

"She made adjustments on mine!" Angelina looked at Hermione. "I didn't like how bland my dress was, so she helped bedazzled it."

"Do you think she can fix Fred's dress?" George asked, earning a punch from Fred. "Ow! No seriously though, his tie is all wonky and his pants go way past his feet. Poor bloke's gonna trip!"

Angelina laughed, packing her stuff away and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Find out yourself! I have to go check up on the Frog Choir."

Just a couple minutes later, Fred heard oddly croaky choruses from his soulmate.

●●●

Fred was trying to go the sleep that night, but all he could hear was stupid music.

When he couldn't decipher whether he was hearing it through his soulmate or if he was hearing it in the common room, he shoved his slippers on and slowly went down stairs.

As he peeked his head around the corner, he saw Angelina dancing with somebody—a CD player in the background as they laughed.

It was the same music playing in his head...Is Angelina—actually his soulmate?

He watched Angelina dance with her friend, practicing their dance for the ball before slowly going back upstairs.

Y/n and Angelina fell the floor in a heap, almost crying of laughter as Angelina stepped on Y/n's foot and then went crashing to the floor.

"So, are you planning on asking your mystery crush to the ball?" Angelina asked, rolling onto her stomach and popping the CD out.

Angelina didn't have a clue about her crush on one of the Weasley twins. Y/n refused to tell her, but she did give vague details about why she liked him so much.

"You think I have time for that?" Y/n questioned, brushing her hair. "Even if I did have the time to ask him, he's probably not even my soulmate."

"Who cares?" Angelina asked, exasperated.

Angelina was one of the people who couldn't hear music from their soulmate, it happened more than you'd think—about as common as dyslexia.

Angelina didn't give two fucks about whether the person she was dating was her soulmate, she tended to do whatever she wanted.

"Well—my soulmate is pretty cool too." Y/n protested.

"Well obviously!" Angelina retorted. "They has to be good enough for our Y/n"

"Oh stop it." Y/n laughed, throwing her hairbrush at Angelina. "I won't have time to ask someone and besides, I think he likes someone else." Y/n looked down, fiddling at the edge of her pink pyjamas.

"Your soulmate or your crush?"

"Maybe both!"

●●●

Fred woke up early today, mostly because he couldn't sleep. I mean, he just found his soulmate! This is the moment that everybody waits for, and it finally happened!

Fred was utterly in love with whoever his soulmate was. The two soulmates have sang duets with each other since they could talk—never making any action to try and find each other but Fred would be lying if he said he hadn't blasted music in his ears just to see if someone in the Great Hall would react.

His soulmate was constantly listening to music and singing songs, it comforted him whenever he heard it—especially since he's heard it since he was little.

And it was Angelina, a girl he was been trying not to crush on for ages.

Fred walked down the stairs, almost laughing when he saw Angelina.

Angelina and Y/n were completely passed out on the common room couches, paper sprawled out as they were doing a history of magic essay.

Fred shook Angelina awake. "Angie...Angie!"

Angelina fell off the bed. "What?"

Fred grinned. "I just thought you might wanna head to bed before the rest of the house wakes up."

Angelina rubbed her eyes before looking around—seeing essay papers, pens and her best friend, still sleeping as she sleepily held the tip of her thumb in her mouth and lulled herself asleep. "What time is it?"

"You have a little less than three hours before everybody else wakes up."

Angelina sighed, getting up and separating their papers and pens. "Hey, Fred?"

"Yeah?" He said hopefully.

"Can you do me a favour?"

Angelina handed him a messenger bag with little bows and gold chains decorating it, he took it without question as she continued.

"Do you think you could get Y/n to her common room? This is.. um This is the longest she's slept for a while and I don't know how to get into the Hufflepuff common room."

Fred thought for a moment—but who was he to deny his soulmate? After all, getting into the Hufflepuff dorms were easy—having learned the ins and outs of practically the whole school.

So Fred slung the bag across his shoulder and walked over to Y/n, still sleeping peacefully.

"Thank you!" Angelina grabbed her own supplies and started going up stairs. "You're the best!" She called. "I'll get you a tailoring with her today! Is dinner alright?"

Fred nodded, slowly picked Y/n up, putting her on the couch so he could give her a piggy back ride to her common room. "Hold on..."

Almost as if her sleeping body could hear it, Y/n's body tensed up, making it easier for Fred to carry.

So Fred walked out of the Gryffindor dormitories and started walking in the halls to go to the Hufflepuff common room.

The sun had barely risen, shining dull lights into the hallway and Fred felt Y/n shift in her sleep—ignoring how his skin fluttered as her breath rolled on top of it.

Fred almost stopped walking as Y/n shifted once more, making a small whimper, trying to pull her hand closer to her face.

"Chéri, if you move your hand, you're gonna fall—okay?" Fred said softly, adjusting his grip on her legs, making sure she wouldn't slip.

Y/n hummed in response, tucking her head on Fred's shoulder as he kept on walking.

Fred was halfway to the common room—walking slowly as to not wake up Y/n when he froze.

Having her thumb clasped between her fingers around Fred's chest, supporting her upper body weight—Fred felt her head twitching, needing something to soothe her to sleep.

Not wanting to have to explain the situation to the sleeping girl or disappoint Angelina—Fred adjusted the girl, now giving her a piggy-front, letting Y/n head sit comfortably against his neck.

Fred debated checking whether his face was on fire when the sleeping girl began to press little kisses on his neck, trying to substitute something for her thumb.

Fred continued walking, but why was he so flustered?

Maybe it’s his soulmate’s best friend.

What was her name again? Y/n?

Fred knocked on the Hufflepuff dorm door in the tune of Helga Hufflepuff. Before walking in and taking the stairs to the girl’s dormitory.

Trying not to feel awkward, he searched the dorm labels until he saw it.

______________

Girls Dorm #207

- Susan Bones

- Lia Diggory

- Y/n L/n

______________

Praising Merlin that she didn’t have too many roommates— He knocked on the door a few times, jumping up again to make sure Y/n didn’t slip.

"Hello?" A small voice asked, a very tired red head opened the door.

Fred gave an award smile. "I have a delivery?"

The girl smiled before letting him in and pointing at the empty bed and messed up desk.

Feed walked over, clutching on to Y/n as he quickly flipped the blanket open and tucked her instead. Y/n immediately latched onto the blankets.

Fred smiled before looking at her desk—tons of dress designs a long with tons of reminders everywhere when a certain one caught his eyes.

The Weasley Twins Inspired Dress

Curious, he picked up the sketch to see that she managed to make a confetti canon dress, inspired by that time he and George covered the Slytherin team in confetti right before a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff.

"I think you're cute together," Susan whispered bashfully, her cheeks pink.

"Oh no," her face fell when Fred denied it. "I already found my soulmate today."

"Oh I'm sorry." Susan apologised, combing her hair. "I just thought your h—never mind." She began to point at her neck before waving it off. "I assume you know how to take care of it?"

"Yeah! I'm planning on asking her to the yule ball!" Fred said, not having any idea what Susan was talking about.

"What? Ya know what—" Susan dug through her make up bag before grabbing Fred's arm and swatching some concealer shades. "You're lucky, you're my winter shade." Susan tossed Fred a concealer wand before shooing him out. "Bye!"

Holding onto the concealer, extremely confused, Fred walked back to him common room before going into the bathroom.

"Shit." Fred vocalised, realising why Susan Bones has thrown him concealer.

A light hickey lay on the side of his neck where Y/n had been.

Fred spent the next two hours trying to figure out how concealer worked.

He didn't understand it—instead opting for a scarf instead to cover up the blotchy disaster he created on his neck.

●●●

Y/n genuinely didn't question why she woke up in her bed and more concerned on her planner—you could see her running up and down the halls all day.

"Professor Moody, may I borrow Ron Weasley please?"

Ron showed her his suit for the ball. "Never mind, you're beyond help. Professor Moody, you can have him back." Y/n said, scribbling something out in her planner.

Taking the stairs, Y/n just started walking—flipping to the back of her planner to edit some sketches and ideas for dresses—not noticing the stair cases changing directions.

Walking up and down and sideways along the halls, Y/n kept walking until she bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" She said automatically only to be shushed by two voices. "Huh—?"

""SHH!" Y/n looked at the two Weasley twins.

"Why?" She asked, looking around to see nobody.

"I don' know," Fred admitted.

"We're skipping, so I assume we have to be quiet." George finished.

The Hufflepuff scoffed. "I'm not skipping. I did all my work in advance so I could focus of the dress making." She looked down at the planner. "And on that note—you have a appointment with me in two minutes. We can't be late!"

"Does that mean you have the answers?" Fred asked as he got dragged away.

"We can discuss answers after we're on time for our session."

"If it's our appointment, how can we be late?"

Y/n sighed, shaking her head. “It’s fine we’re almost there, Willow’s gonna be upset.”

“Who?”

Y/n dragged Fred near a tree where a small desk, mannequins and color swatches were, Y/n thrust Fred upon a little platform until tree branches began to swing around chaotically.

“Willow! Calm down! This isn’t Ron! This is a different Weasley!” Y/n started yelling.

“Willow? As in the Whomping Willow?!”

“Stop moving!” Y/n snapped, petting the branches. “Willow didn’t like it when your brother nearly killed her with a car. I think she has like— Weasley trauma.”

Fred cackled. “Weasley trauma?” A tree branch slapped the back of his head. “Hey!”

“She’s very sensitive.” Y/n defended. “Speaking of Ron, please tell me your suit isn’t as hideous.”

“Don’t worry— I just have a normal suit… I wasn’t sure if I should’ve brought it so I just wore it—”

“That’s perfect. Mind shrugging off the jacket and scarf?”

Nervously, Fred took off the scarf and jacket, revealing the concealer mess on his neck.

“Oh sweetie, what the hell happened to your neck!” Y/n cooed. "Goodness, let me help you. You're gonna break out... Accio makeup kit!"

"I have every shade under the sun, I'm helping people with their makeup too." Y/n waved her hand down. "Get down, off." Y/n stepped onto the platform as Fred stepped off, facing Y/n.

Y/n took a makeup wipe and cleaned up the spot before taking out a whisk and spinning it on the hickey.

"When did you learn how to hide hickey? Does that even work?" Fred asked, watching the metal kitchen utensil.

"Oh hush, it's common knowledge." Y/n pushed his face away, continuing to whisk. "It helps the blood disperse. Next time, put ice on it before it bruises."

Shade matching and blending it in, Y/n hoped Fred couldn't hear her heart beating out of her chest as she finished hiding the red mark. "See? Like it never even happened."

Willow presented a mirror for Fred to see for himself, thank god because that scarf was very itchy.

"Now, how much are we thinking off the tie?" Y/n held up a tape measure and a sharpie, tucking the sharpie behind her ear. "It supposed to be around your belt buckle...Do you feel comfortable with it over here?"

Fred nodded, looking at her in the mirror more than him. Why hadn't he seen her more often? Has she been friends with Angelina for a long time?

"Lovely...okay do you mind if I take this?" Y/n took the colorful tie off Fred and held it up to Willow." Willow, this is Fred's tie." Willow held onto the tie.

"Okay just one second..." Y/n brought out a sheet of brown fabric and a sheet of black fabric and hopped onto the platform with him. She pulled the black one around half of his chest and the brown one around the other half.

"Okay so I think the brown is more flattering on you, I feel like you look paler with the black one—Hey!"

Fred's head started tilting to one side as he imagined Angelina and her hanging out—still in disbelief he had actually found his soulmate.

Y/n grabbed his jaw and moved it so that it faced her. "Sorry, I just need to see—" Y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused as Fred pointed at something in the distance behind her.

Y/n looked behind her only for her jaw to pulled back and facing Fred, pulling the same move she had accidentally done to him. "Touché," She smiled—desperately hoping she wasn't blushing.

"How long have you friends with Angelina?" Fred asked, snapping Y/n out of her mental freakout.

"Oh—uh, since first year. We met on the train." Y/n cast a spell to turn Fred's suit brown. "Yeah that looks better—you looked like you were going to a funeral."

“Then why do I never see you guys hang out?”

Y/n thinks before answering. “I like to keep myself busy, that or I just eat in the kitchen.”

“Why not hang out with Angelina?”

“Uh- Well Alicia and I don’t really get along so I don’t want to make it weird for Angelina. Besides, most of the time Angelina hangs out with me in the kitchen.”

So that’s why Fred never sees Angelina in the Great hall. “Why the kitchen?”

“Because the house elves love me.” Y/n smiled, writing her to do list. “Besides, I like baking.”

Fred stepped off the platform and watched Y/n write. “Do you bake any of the food in the Great Hall?”

“The brownies, but sometimes I also cook the ribs but I like baking more than cooking.”

Fred loves the brownies, he eats them every time they show up on the table.

“Speaking of food… It’s dinner, you better hurry before all the seats are taken.” Y/n starting putting things away and getting out a dress presumingly belonging to her next appointment.

Fred stepped off the small platform, checking his covered hickey once more before starting to turn around. "You aren't going to dinner?"

"Maybe later." She responded quickly, casting a spell on the dress. "Not hungry. " She said briefly. "You can pick up your tie by like tomorrow."

"Alright then, I'll see you around?"

"Sure. Angelina! Can you grab that?" A piece of fabric swirled away in the wind near an approaching Angelina.

Fred walked away, happy with his day and his fitting appointment.

(A/N lmao I have nooooo idea how to end these. Part two could be ready tomorrow or in 3 months, we'll see.)

[darlingsfandom]

omg cill won a golden globe!! him and younger reader celebrate?? idk 😭

I'm very proud him! we all are 🥺

Gif credit: @edward-munson

Warnings: swearing, face fucking, rough sex

It almost didn't seem real, it was almost like a dream but it was indeed real. You were standing there in your best dress clapping hard enough that your hands felt like they were going to fall off with tears in your eyes as Cillian stood there holding his golden globe. He was a little shy before he started talking. Everyone sat down for a minute as he gave his speech but what caught you off guard was hearing him say your name out loud.

"Darlin, please stand up!" Cillian moved his hand in an upwards position and you stood up to his motion. "Ya see tat lovely lady right there, she's me world! Helped me through out the ups and downs! Never left me side durin ta hard times! She's da best person I know, I love you!" You wiped your eyes with the back of your hands as the rest of the table decided to group hug you as if you won the award, but you did in a way! Cillian was the best boyfriend you've ever had. The rumors the paps had made about you being a gold digger since Cillian is twenty one years older than you were now put to rest with his speech. He finished up his speech by thanking the rest of the cast and crew along with a little speech to Christopher as well. As he came off stage everyone was clapping and cheering him on when you ran up to him and cupped his face to plant a big wet kiss on his nose before kissing him proudly on the lips.

Cillian looped his arm with yours and lead you back to the table before pulling out your chair for you. You held his hand the rest of the night. You clapped for Robert when he won best supporting actor , you made a face at the terrible Barbie "joke" and so did Cillian. The rest of the night carried on and you laid your head on his shoulder to which Cillian kissed the top of your head. Once the night was over the two of you made your way outside so he could take his photos with the award but when he seen you standing off to the side he pulled you over with him because you needed to be showed off! He handed you his award . "See not only did I win, I really won!" He kissed your face making you blush and giggle before he grabbed your hand and the two of you made your way towards the car so you could get to the hotel.

"I'm very proud of you." You spoke up once the two of you were in the back of the car. Cillian leaned in and kissed you hard. Your hands rested against his chest while you moved your lips against his slowly. His tongue pressed against your lips making you part them so he could slide in. Your skin felt hot as his finger tips brushed against the back of your neck so he could pull you in closer. The metal of your ruby necklace felt cold as your body temperature rose. Lucky for you the hotel was a short drive away because if you had spent another minute in that car, that driver would've gotten a show.

Cillian held your hand tightly making way through the paps that were taking pictures, calling your names and yelling questions. You just waved and smiled until the two of you were inside the lobby and making your way to the elevator. His hands wrapped around your waist while his lips attacked your neck. The little ding let you know that you were where you needed to be. The two of you made your way into the bedroom and Cillian quickly had you in his arms once again before throwing you back onto the bed.

His breath was hot against your mouth as he kissed your lips making his way down your jaw line, the side of neck and down to the top of your breasts. Cillian sat you back up to help take off your dress leaving you in a matching set that hugged you in all the right places. His mouth watered as you unhooked your bra , tossing it at him which drove Cillian wild.

"Tonight's all about you daddy." Your words were laced with sex appeal while you dropped down to your knees. Your hands ran over his thighs before unzipping his pants and yanking them down along with his boxers.

"Fuck!" Cillian hissed as the cold air hit his hard cock. You smiled up at him while pulling off his boxers. He carefully stepped out of the pile of clothes around his ankles before looking down at you with those devilish blue eyes that made your thighs squeeze together. Cillian stood there stroking his cock above you making you pout because you wanted his cock, you wanted to please him and he knew it, but he wanted to tease you.

"Open pretty girl" he pushed the head of his cock past your lips and down your throat just a little before pulling right back to which you pouted your lip at him. "Don't ya worry honey..." Cillian slid his cock back down your throat until he hit the back of it making your eyes water. Your hands flew up and grabbed his thighs while he started fucking your face. He knew this was about him and when it was about him you allowed him to do anything he wanted. Tonight was a special night and you had promised him that if he won you'd let him do this.

"Good girl! Takin me fuckin cock like a whore! Me whore!" He grunted while pulling on your hair hard and thrusting hard down your throat with spit dribbling down your chin you were the most beautiful thing he had his eyes on. You sat on knees holding still as possible while he held your head. Your thighs were sticking together from all the wetness pooling in your panties. Cillian pulled out enough to let you breathe. Your lips were swollen and covered in spit, your eye make up had been cried off and the spit and dribbled down onto your chest.

"Up!" Cillian helped you up onto the bed, got you on your back and climbed on top of you. Your lips covered into a smile as Cillian lined the head of his dick up to your pussy and pushed in slowly while holding his hand on your stomach.

"I love you!" You blurted out. It wasn't the first time you said that but it was the first time you said it during sex. Cillian stopped his movement, looked down at you with a soft smile and stroked your cheek. "I love you too." Cillian leaned down and kissed you softly. His lips moved in sync with yours while your hands wrapped around his back and pulled him closer which made his dick go deeper inside of you. Your mouth gasped open so Cillian slid his tongue inside of you making you cry out in pleasure into his mouth. He lifted up his hips before smashing back down into yours. Cillian wasn't holding back anymore! He kissed you hard while holding up your legs so he could hit the angle you liked so much.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as Cillian pounded hard into you. Your moans and whimpers were loud. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly while grunting and cursing under his breath which made you wetter by the second. Your hand ran down between your legs and rubbed your clit. Cillian smacked your hand away to replaced it with his hand, only he could touch you at that moment.

"Cill! You're gonna make me cum!" You pleaded.

"Do it pretty girl! Make a mess of me cock!" Cillian was getting close too. Both of you were panting messes. Your orgasm hit you hard as you squeezed his cock and cried out his name. That was enough for Cillian to have his own orgasm. Cillian held your legs up in the air, looked down into your eyes and came deep inside of you while moaning out your name. He kept eye contact with you when he finished before slowly pulling out, but you stopped him half way.

"No! Keep it in!" You blurted out making Cillian raise an eyebrow. He slowly slid back in making his cum get pushed back inside of you. He laid down on top of you resting his head on top of your sticky chest. Your fingers played with his hair as the two of your laid there smiling ear to ear.

"I really do love you darlin. Every inch of ya, yer me girl ."

[crusty-chronicles]

Hi,

Can I request kurama x human reader who share his love for plants and nature which makes him fall for them?

Thanks for considering this requst

An: My man's would be gushing 💯.

Kurama With An S/O Who Loves Plants

It's inevitable he becomes smitten

Someone else who shares his love of plants? You're his.

You start out as one of his classmates.

Just another face in the crowd.

It isn't until you have a project together that he gets to know you.

You'd chosen to do it at your house. It was more convenient that way. There'd be no interruptions and you'd get to finish faster.

There was just one catch though.

“My house is kinda humid. I like to keep the temperature high. If it's too much we could always work in the library,” you explained.

The heat was something he could handle. It wouldn't bother him in the slightest. And when he stepped foot inside, it was pleasantly bearable.

What he was not expecting were the ferns littered around your living room. Along with several other types of potted plants.

They all looked to be well taken care of, too. Seems you had quite the hobby.

He followed you to your room. Fingers skimming over the leaves of a pothos as he passed it. If you saw the action, you didn't mention it.

In your room were a few more plants placed towards the window sill. One in particular caught his attention. Through the foliage he could see glimpses of red.

“An anthurium,” he mumbled out.

“Huh?” You called from your spot on the floor.

He met your confused gaze and offered you a smile.

“You're a bit of a plant enthusiast, aren't you?”

You seemed to light up at his words. Excited to talk about your favorite hobby.

“Are you kidding me? These are my babies. I'm a single mother of about 24.”

Maybe it was a little endearing to see you talk so passionately.

“In all seriousness, I think I'm gonna become a botanist when I graduate. What about you?” You asked.

What would Kurama do? He'd probably be offered a job at his stepfather's company. If something else hadn't killed him first. But he felt like that wouldn't have been a favorable answer.

“I haven't decided yet.” Was his response.

He expected you to pry further. Instead you playfully nudged his shoulder.

“You could always join me.”

Surprisingly, he was left speechless by your offer. You'd wanted him to study plants with you?

“Don't think I didn't notice how you addressed Derek by his full government name.” You gestured to the anthurium behind you.

“You really know your stuff.”

Oh you had no idea.

“You name your plants?” He questioned. You were an intriguing individual.

“Hello? I told you they were my babies. And don't you try to change the subject.” You scolded.

“I'll consider it. How about we start on our project now?”

He figured that would've been the last time he interacted with you. That couldn't have been any further than the truth.

You showed up to his desk the next morning with a small potted plant.

He looked up at you quizzically before you spoke.

“What's this?”

You were trying to test him. A part of him found it cute. You had absolutely no clue how vast his knowledge was. Of both this world and the demon one.

He took you up on your challenge without hesitation.

“Bear’s Paw succulent. Also known as the Cotyledon tomentosa.”

“Aha!” You cheered triumphantly. As if you caught him red handed on something. Whatever connection you think you just made, he'd never know.

It became a daily habit of sorts.

Every morning you'd stop by his desk with something new.

The same question of ‘what’s this?’

And he'd always answer correctly.

You were persistent in whatever endeavor you were chasing. He thought you would've gotten bored by now, yet you kept at it.

Little by little, he starts to consider you a friend. He started anticipating your presence in the morning. Enjoying how you stuck around after quizzing him now. Getting to know each other more and more.

You didn't fawn over him like the girls in your class. And you weren't jealous of him like the boys. You were just you. And somehow you wormed your way into his life for the better.

You trusted him wholeheartedly with your plants. Even going as far as to ask him to take care of one for you.

“I have to go on a family trip. Watch Cornelius for me.” You'd looked up at him with pleading eyes. Ones he found himself unable to say no to. So he (not so) begrudgingly said yes.

A cactus. You gave him a cactus to look after.

He makes it bloom for you by the time you get back.

“Some green thumb you have.” You mused once you got it back. A small feeling of pride washing over him.

Eventually Kurama starts returning the favor and bringing you plants instead.

The first time he did it, he had left a special type of rose on your desk.

“What's this?” His words mirroring yours.

You gave a smirk at the challenge.

“Easy. It's a Falstaff rose.” you answered.

“Now what's this~” you pulled what looked like a white and pink flower from behind you.

“A trick. That's an orchid mantis.”

“Damn. I almost had you.”

Every now and then he'll throw you off by growing a plant from the demon world.

“Is that a hybrid of some sort?” You asked, prodding at the rather sentient looking plant.

Did it just blink at you?

“It's cool whatever it is. How'd you get your hands on it?”

By now your guessing games had started to take place out of school and in your homes. Right now, you were at Shuichi’s because he said he ‘wanted to show you something.’

He appeared amused by your curiosity.

“I have my ways.” He responded.

“This plant is carnivorous. It produces a saliva stronger than acid.” Though he'd never let it hurt you.

And instead of being frightened by it, you were ecstatic.

“Let's feed it a bunch of things!” You suggested.

Did you hear that? That was the sound of his heart beating in overdrive. You were a very brave human.

But you also found beauty and wonder in things most would cower at.

He makes sure to bring and grow you more plants from demon world. Most of them are relatively harmless.

As long as you don't get too close that is.

It becomes a new game for you to guess what they do. What makes the flowers bloom. The conditions they thrive in.

Most of the time you end up being correct. Using your prior knowledge to make logical guesses. It's surprising how accurate you are for a human. But then again, you weren't exactly normal.

He's still not over how you fed that plant your entire backpack.

He would be lying if he said he hadn't taken an interest in you.

Not just because of your shared hobby. He liked how you made it a point to check on him everyday. How you'd let him ramble on excitedly about some new fauna. The way you explored and investigated something new without fear. The exaggerated movements of your hands when you were talking passionately.

All of it had pulled him in little by little.

He makes it a point to confess to you in a way only you two would understand.

“What do all these mean?” He asked you, presenting you with a small bouquet.

“Oooh! Going the extra mile today? You're on.”

You took the flowers from him and began mentally listing them off.

You hadn't taken in the full context until you were already speaking.

“Red carnations mean my heart aches for you. Forget me nots mean true love. Baby's breath means everlasting love. And a rose means passion…Oh.”

It hit you like a truck then, the implications of why he might've gave you this. Was this still part of your usual game?

You looked to Shuichi who didn't hide the softness in his expression.

“You're being serious? I…”

‘Say yes you idiot!!!!’ You internally screamed at yourself.

Instead you plucked one of the flowers and offered it back to him.

“Here's my answer.”

You'd given him the rose in return.

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An: yeet! Google came in clutch for this one.

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Beast

Day 29- part 2. Doe x Halsin. Inspired by @starrforge!

She was diminutive in his arms, cradled against his muscular chest. He reclined against her couch, looking at once at home and comically too big for the modest space.

'People told me to stay away from you,' she said.

'Oh?' His voice held mild interest, but something in the air between them changed; a spark in his eye, perhaps. Something wild. 'And why might that be, my heart?'

'I think they just wanted you for themselves,' she said. 'Though I suspect something else.'

His hand tightened on her waist. 'Tell me your theories. I'm fascinated to know.'

'I reckon you're something of a beast, really. It's always the gentle ones you have to watch out for. And you're so big...'

His eyes flashed. 'You're toying with me, precious heart. That is... unwise.'

'Oh yeah?' She smirked. 'And why's that...?'

'Because I am,' he growled. With a cold jolt, she noticed for the first time how his teeth were too sharp, his nails a little too pointed as they dug into her soft skin, his eyes a little too hungry...

'You wouldn't hurt me though,' she said.

'No.' His voice was emphatic. 'No, never. But I can always spare a little punishment. There are consequences to goading the bear, Doe.'

'Okay, but consider,' she said, scrambling hurriedly off his chest and to her feet, 'that I was just kidding?'

'I wasn't,' he said smirking. 'Alright then, little one. Say you're joking. I know you're the curious sort. Surely you want to know...'

Shit. Got me there.

'...Maybe.'

'Alright. Then come here.'

She bit her lip. He planted his feet on the floor, rose and took a prowling step forward.

Fuck he's hot. And huge. And hot. Fuck.

'Losing your nerve, little bunny?'

'No.' A flare of indignation rose in her, her dark eyes defiant. 'I can take you.'

I shouldn't have said that.

'Hah! I'm sure you can. But you'll need to prove it, I fear.' He took another step. His frame was enormous in her pokey living room, his head nearly brushing the ceiling. His hands were open, extended towards her. No threat, but a thrill.

'I think I want you to fuck me stupid,' she said. Gasping, she clapped her hands over her mouth. 'Oh gods. That should have stayed a thought. Shit, sorry. Fuck.'

He laughed, shook the whole room with it, fixed her with an amused look. 'I'm willing if you are.'

'You- what?'

'If you want to cross the line of friendship, I admit I'm only too willing.'

Precious heart really should have been a clue.

'Oh.'

'C'mere to me.'

A trap. A trap! 'No. You first.'

'Well, if you want to play...' Halsin caught her around the waist, lifting her off her feet. 'I hope you're prepared.'

'Not remotely,' she squeaked.

'I can stop if-'

'No, don't you dare. Consider this enthusiastic consent.'

'Hmmm.' He brought her to him, kissed her soundly and pulled back to watch her heave in air. 'Beautiful thing.' He set her down. 'Hands and knees in front of the mirror, love.'

She obeyed wordlessly. Thought about how anyone else would've gotten a snarky quip. He all but tore the clothes off her and she yelped in surprise, hands curling into the rug. And then he was naked too, advancing in the mirror. He grabbed her hip in one hand, pulled her head back to kiss her with the other, his too-sharp teeth dragging on her bottom lip. His hand stroked her flank, grabbed her other hip, and then he was easing into her, swallowing her whimpers as he stretched her deliciously-

'Fuck-' she gasped, grinding back against him, watching him in the mirror. He engulfed her in his bulk, his chest pressed to her back, drove into her none too gently- wild, this one.

Feral.

He wound her hair in his fist, fucked into her with such strength she almost buckled; he held her up, a hand splayed across her ample stomach, sliding down to roll his fingers gently on her clit, sending her crashing into orgasm- she screamed his name and he growled in approval, biting down on her shoulder as he chased his own release. He held her in his teeth, his hips snapping forward. The roar that ripped from him made her shiver as he came, sucking bruising marks into her neck as he filled her, watched with animal satisfaction as her eyes closed briefly in bliss, pulling out slowly. He shot her a wicked look, gathered the spill of his release from her thighs, pushed past her lips and over her tongue.

'Suck.'

She groaned around his fingers, tasting him. She found herself lifted into his arms, once again cradled against his chest.

'Holy shit,' she said. 'That-'

'Was simply a prelude,' he said, growling against her neck.

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[radioisntdead]

I don't mean to be dramatic, but the degree to which I need to know what Velvette does to shy singer reader the next day verges on pathological.

Good evening my dear! You are so real for that, I hope you enjoy!

Don't go wasting your emotion

Velvette x reader

Warnings: Power inbalance, things get wonky at the end because I was sleep deprived while writing, kinda trying out a format no idea if that's obvious or not.

Part two to this

Song used

Velvette took pride in her accomplishments,

she had a strong hold on hell's fashion industry, she had a HUGE following on all social media platforms, she was the youngest overlord, she was the self-proclaimed backbone of the Vee's, if she wanted something she would get it.

And what was something she wanted?

You! How unfortunate, or fortunate depending how you look at it.

"I wasn't jealous before we met,"

After your little stunt of practically serenading her and teasing her with the act of an almost kiss, the Vee became rather enamored with you.

Imagine her delight when you came into work the next day fully prepared to get a sort of revenge on you, although you were in a complete different outfit then the one you wore the night before, gone was the striking red and pink two piece, you now wore a muted green cardigan, blouse and some business casual work pants, the complete opposite of the night before.

If she hadn't seen you that night she might've have a tough time believing it was you.

"Now, every woman I see is a potential threat,"

Velvette kept tabs on you throughout the morning waiting for the right moment to corner you.

Unfortunately the morning was busy since a certain moth that should've gotten taken out by exorcists ages ago had another temper tantrum and wrecked havoc upon her floor, tearing apart a few models.

And that meant it took longer then she would've liked to talk to you.

"And I'm possessive, it isn't nice,"

She was extra snippy with everyone who interacted with you, her poor assistant who just needed to give you a run down on what clothes to pack and transport to a shoot next week got absolutely flamed, a coworker that held the door open for you was almost fired, another coworker that accidentally tripped you and apologized was fired.

"You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice,"

Finally right before the clock stuck noon she managed to catch you alone, you were at your desk writing something down.

"But now it isn't true,"

You let out a squeak as your chair, with you in it, was spun around.

Velvette stared down at you.

"Now everything is new,"

You were a complete and utter fool to think she wouldn't recognize you, and now you were paying the price for your foolery.

"And all I've learned has overturned,"

Cold panic filled you, immediately assuming she wanted to end your afterlife, you managed to duck under her arm, slide out of your chair and what I can only describe as a sad attempt at an army crawl mixed with an undignified shimmy but it got you free.

Temporarily anyways.

"I beg of you,"

Velvette quickly caught you pinning you against a wall, your eyes darted around as you felt her fingers gently hold your chin like you had done to her the night before.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

She leaned in.

"Lay all your love on me,"

And planted a kiss right on your pretty lips.

"It was like shooting a sitting duck,"

That kiss is what sealed your fate, because from that day Velvette began showing clear favoritism for you.

"A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck,"

Coming to visit you whenever she had free time, or on your breaks, demanding that you go on lunch dates with her.

"I still don't know what you've done with me,"

She somehow found your awkward demeanor to be rather charming, sure it would be nice for you to ditch the whole timid thing but that wasn't a deal breaker, perhaps within time you'd become that confident person she saw on stage that managed to completely and utterly enamour her full-time.

"A grown-up woman should never fall so easily,"

Velvette showed up for each and every one of your performances, causing a racket in order to show up if needed.

She personally designed clothes for you to wear during your club performances, making sure they fit you perfectly and that they were flexible enough that you could move around with ease.

"I feel a kind of fear,"

It sent tingles down her spine whenever you got on stage and switched from the timid little thing you were normally into someone beaming of pure confidence, she loved when you would blow kisses or anything of the like to her from your place on stage.

"When I don't have you near,"

She would film your shows and post them over her socials, often posting pictures of the two of you, particularly with her arm wrapped around you in some way, she quite liked having her arm wrapped around your waist.

"Unsatisfied, I skip my pride,"

Velvette would often take you out on all types of dates, her favorites were shopping ones, she could spoil you with anything your little heart so desired, or at least she could try too, you had a way of uno reversing her and paying for her instead.

Thank goodness you got paid for your little singing performances because you'd be screwed otherwise.

"I beg you dear,"

Was there a large power inbalance between the two of you, as not only an overlord and an average sinner but as Employee and Boss.

Yes, yes there was.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

But did Velvette care about that at all?

"Lay all your love on me,"

No she didn't give a shit.

But your coworkers did!

"Don't go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me,"

You weren't naive towards the whispers and pointed or concerned looks directed towards you, you were pretty sure some of your co-workers and friends had a mock funeral for you.

Velvette quite liked you and she refused to let you leave.

"I've had a few little love affairs,"

Sure she had a couple of flings here and there, both when she was alive and after she died, but no one was quite like you, timid and awkward in the daylight and a shining ball of confidence in the night.

Like hell's version of Hannah Montana or a werewolf.

"They didn't last very long, and they've been pretty scarce,"

It went without saying that Velvette was a very jealous woman, she was never one for sharing

Not clothes, not items, and especially not you!

"I used to think that was sensible,"

Sure she technically shared things with the other Vee's like living space, utilities, employees that weren't you.

"It makes the truth even more incomprehensible,"

She didn't like that whenever you performed on stage others looked at you with such lust and desire that it would make the radio demon himself run away with disgust.

"'Cause everything is new,"

She made a point to post pictures of the two of you, together, usually with her hand, arm, leg or something of hers on top of you, just to show all of hell that you belonged to her.

She had you in her sinstagram bio and everything.

And she made you put her in your sinstagram bio despite you barely using the media.

"And everything is you,"

Brushing over that, Your relationship with her was filled with rather sweet moments.

"And all I've learned has overturned,"

She made matching outfits for the two of you, mostly tailoring to her own styles and colors as opposed to yours, it's not her fault she liked seeing you in her colors!

"What can I do,"

She practically moved you into the Vee's tower, making sure you were no more then a three minute walk away.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

Valentino once asked if he could borrow you for a film, saying that you could be a star, after all some people had a thing for dorks like you!

"Lay all your love on me,"

She ended up chasing him down with a fork.

"Don't go sharing your devotion,"

And ended up posting a few videos of his little temper tantrums much to Vox's chagrin, that was not good for the Vee's reputation!

"Lay all your love on me,"

But it did make a point to the other two Vees that you were off limits, Although Vox did try to get you to agree to sing a jingle for a product of his.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

You were back at that same club you managed to seduce Velvette at, singing another song you enjoyed while alive.

"Lay all your love on me,"

You wore a sparkling pink outfit, heart motifs were evident on it, Velvette stared at you from across the club with pride.

Look at you! Singing your heart out while wearing one of her outfits.

"Don't go sharing your devotion,"

You leaned against the mic stand, half lidded eyes on her.

"Lay all your love on me,"

She had taken to keeping a safe distance away from the stage during your performances, not wishing for a repeat of your nimble fingers under her chin as you sang to her.

She'd rather keep that in private.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

you blew a kiss at her.

"Lay all your love on me."

What Velvette wanted, she got.

And she got you, and you supposed you had her as well, who would've thought that performance of yours would've resulted in this?

Good evening folks! My apologies for this being delayed! I hope you enjoyed it! Also as the song was selected per the poll and this one won, y'all picked good because the other two of the other options were going to be angsty, anywho!

as per usual thank you for tuning in! Hope you tune in tomorrow for Wednesday angst with a certain Angel!

[katthyacinth]

Define Alive

As you prepare to rest your mind is preoccupied with questions for your vampire companion. Unable to push the thoughts away you approach his tent.

“Astarion?” You ask softly peering inside.

“Yes my sweet?” his voice replies from inside.

A rustling sound follows as he then appears in front of you.

“Can I ask you a question?” the words fall from your mouth

“Anything darling” You fear that might have been a mistake

"i guess now that I think about it its less of a question and more of an observation... you hate us, or maybe it's envy? of the living I mean. Do you wish you were still alive? That you were never immortal?"

He pauses not expecting your question slightly caught off guard. "I- I- well one loaded question there my love... I- pity you all. You must worry about the fact you'll one day be old and decay, you all can die from disease your so fragile and weak you living people..." he pauses, a long pause as you look at him expecting more. You haven't gotten the answer you wanted yet. he knows you won't leave until you do "although I guess if I had to say one nice thing. I envy the fact that your warm, that I can hear your heartbeat... it's calm... you living people are so careless and light for people who are so fragile." he trails off to himself until he realizes what he's doing "but I never wish I was still alive god no I would have been dead two hundred years ago and no one would be able to bask in my beauty!" he adds seemingly to dismiss the rest of his words. “Yes I suppose we can't have that” you chuckle "then I would've never met you the tragedy. Although sometimes I think what really defines being alive... I mean I think you're pretty alive to me" you muse

He scoffs giving you a look “I think the whole point of vampires is we're dead love. or undead if you want to be so technical about it”

“No, I mean think about it, what is making you not alive right now? You don't have a beating heart? Trees and plants live and they don't have organs or bacteria, diseases they're alive. The fact you don't can't eat? Plants eat sunlight and they don't even eat it. A Lot of animals don't have mouths too like worms. They're still alive.”

"Sweetheart while the philosophical thought is nice I-" He starts to speak but you cut him off again lost in your own ramble. He decides to indulge

“The point is Star… I think the fact that you're standing here having you're own thoughts walking around talking to me, that's enough especially with magic … who's to tell you if you're alive or dead you are both and it's ok. You're both!”

You look at him. He looks at you curiously thumbing over the odd thoughts you just piled into his mind. after a prolonged silence, he speaks

"you know... maybe you're right. I've been dead in the ground for far too long. I think it's time I start living again..." he finishes putting his arms around you.

It doesn't matter that his skin is not warm or that you can't feel a beating heart, you love him, he is yours you are his. Everything is ok.

(This is a rewrite for a fic I have on AO3 That I thought I should share so I have slight diversity in my evil men hyperfixation lol.)

[darlingmisa]

HI CELESTE, this is your friendly neighborhood plant, moss 🫶

x moss was wondering if they could request you to write sage with a fem! reader who has been away for a long time now, a couple of weeks, maybe a month or two, and they had no way of contacting each other because of the potential danger of the mission going south. both are overly emotional, yeah? remember the cinematic with badass sage? the butterfly knife and the vandal(?), yeah, that was her being angry and sad, not knowing if you were alive and well. she was thinking the worst... but worry not, you are home now :)

feel free to ignore this if you have no motivation, thank you for all you do <3 take care of yourself celeste 🤭

Missing you - Sage x Fem! Reader

Moss darling!!! How could I ever say no to one of my faves? I'm so happy to get to write for you :) I hope this is up to your expectations <3

cw: slight mentions of blood and injuries, sage being anxious, comfort and fluffy stuff

word count: 600

To say that sage was worried was an understatement. Every agent left on base could see the stress radiating off of her, watching as she did everything she could to distract herself from the fact that you weren't back yet.

A solo mission. One she practically fought with brimstone to not have you go on, or at least let her come with. But he promised you'd be fine. So where were you? The mission was said to take 2-3 weeks, and it's been a little over a month since sage was last in touch with you.

The healer spent most of her time in the training room, fighting bots over and over again until the weight of her own body was too much to carry. After hours of training, she'd leave the area to take a quick shower and lay in bed, just to repeat the process the next day.

She hardly slept, how could she? She had no idea if you were safe or even alive. She tossed and turned every night, sleeping for no more than 30 minutes at a time. Sage craved your touch, how she would hold you while you played with her hair as you both fell asleep at the end of the night. She just wanted you home.

On the other side of things, you were bored of this mission. Barely any information was gathered, and simply, you were exhausted. You were allowed no contact with any of the agents, even the one who held your heart in her hands. You missed your healer of a girlfriend more than you could put into words, so when you got the smallest lead you sent the information back to the base and made your way home.

It was late when sage heard the door to her quarters slowly open, followed by your tired footsteps. Turning her head slightly, she could see your weak body standing in the doorway. Shoulders slumped and looking as if your legs could give out at any moment. But what really caught her attention was the light from the hallway clearly showing on all the blood caked onto your clothes and stuck in your hair.

You've never seen the healer move to your side so fast. Worry filled her eyes and you put on a weak smile, slowly falling into her arms. She helped you move to the bathroom, all exhaustion leaving her body the minute she saw you. Sage began running a bath before pulling out the first aid kit she always kept in your shared bathroom, mumbling things about how "she knew it wasn't safe for you to be alone" and "should've come with you anyway."

Once she placed you in the bath gently and began cleaning you up, she finally spoke. "I missed you. I was so worried.. If you didn't come back soon I would've gone and gotten you myself."

You let out a small laugh and gently grabbed her wrist. "I missed you too, join me?" You asked, looking into her eyes. You could tell she was tired, and probably needed this warm bath as much as you did, and Sage didn't hesitate to strip herself of her clothes and join you, finally being able to relax knowing you were safe and in her arms again.

After drying each other off and making your way back to your shared bed, you curled up against sage's chest, playing with her hair while she ran her fingers gently up and down your spine like she always did. Finally letting sleep take over both of you.

You missed this, and so did she.

[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 16: Vaginal Fingering

Fic: Harry Styles

Harry Styles x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, Vaginal fingering, Proposal/Engagement, Poorly written smut.

746 w.c

This was supposed to be a Drabble but I got a bit carried away. Not proof read because I'm tired and it's 1 am so you'll just have to deal with the spelling mistakes/errors. P.S sorry if it's really bad

The lights flickered as I exited the stadium. Colourful feathers lay on the ground and glitter decked the seats. Happy chatter echoed throughout the building, however a couple silent tears didn't go unnoticed by me. I could tell everyone was really happy about seeing H perform his last show in Melbourne but I could also tell many of the fans were upset that the night had come to an end.

"Hi baby" I greeted, as I made my way to the dressing room at the back of the stadium.

"You sang so well tonight!" I exclaimed, planting a chaste kiss on his lips while I ran my hands through his brunette curls.

"Thanks Love, I'm so glad you could come and watch tonight." Harry admitted, returning my kiss.

Leaving him to get changed from his stage attire, I took a seat on a sofa nearby. Sarah came over to me, holding baby Scout, that she had left with her mum for the duration of the show.

"You played so well tonight Sarah" I enthused, earning a blush from the drummer.

"Thanks y/n. I'm so glad you could be here, At mine and Mitch's last show."

"I'm so sad you guys are leaving" I complained. Leaning over to give Sarah a hug and kissing baby Scout's face.

"Have fun on your break Sarah. We'll miss you here" I choked up before allowing a small sob to escape my lips.

A couple minutes later, after Sarah had scurried off to find Mitch, Harry came out of the dressing room. Dressed in a hoodie and trackies with a big smile on his face. He walked over to the sofa and took out a small velvet box out of his pocket. Kneeling down on the ground, he started,

"Y/n. You have been by my side ever since Fine Line. You have come to every single one of my Love On Tour shows in the past 3 years. You have supported me through my tough times and when I've been at my weakest. You love to cheer me on, and to make me happy. You bring the kind of joy into my world that nobody else ever has. And for this, I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you with all my heart and soul. Would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He asked as he held back tears.

I didn't know how to react. Obviously I knew the answer but the proposal had come so suddenly, I never would've guessed it would be today. Without a second thought I screamed out,

"YES H!!" "I love you with all my heart! I would love to be your wife."

A small sob escaped my lips as Harry stood up, sliding the gorgeous rose gold band on my ring finger.

He leaned in, kissing my lips passionately. Applause erupted from around us, 'Congratulations' and 'I'm so happy for you two' were heard through all the noise.

A couple hours after the proposal, Harry and I had returned to our hotel room. He had just gotten out of the shower, and I was lying on the bed in some sexy lingerie. He walked over and lay next to me on the bed. Leaning in, I kissed his lips. Within moments, it had become a full on make out sesh. Harry was grabbing my hips and grinding himself into me, I was running short of breath but didn't pull away. Moans escaped the both of us as H slid his hand down to my panties and pulled them aside. Harry broke the kiss as he whispered in my ear,

"My god darling. So wet for me already."

Sliding a finger in through my folds. My brain fogged up as he started pumping in and out of my soaking wet cunt. Going harder and harder. Removing his finger then pushing it back in without warning.

My moans got more and more desperate, and the thought of release got me screaming his name.

"Oh, H! Please, harder!" I moaned. Harry's thumb started working my clit as he inserted a second finger. He caught my lips just as I was about to let out a loud moan. Relief washed over me as my orgasm hit.

"Good girl" He said as he removed his fingers.

Harry kissed my forehead and helped clean me up. He had another shower, but this time with me. Let's just say we had some more fun in the shower. 😏

[polyhexian]

I imagine that if the show hadn't been cut, we would've gotten a proper episode exploring the history of Gravesfield and the witch trials and the Wittebanes. The kids definitely would've read up on local history to supplement their portal-building attempts.

So the eventually crew is chilling in the living room surrounded by library books and various artifacts that they…liberated…from the historical society. ("Willow are you sure about this?" "Oh yeah, Jasper showed me a great trick to pick locks with plant magic." "I mean are you sure we won't get caught??" "Oh, well, Hopkins is…out of town, permanently, and it doesn't look like they've hired a replacement, so we should be fine!")

And the books probably don't yield much information about interdimensional portals, but they do have other knowledge to share!

Luz, frowning at a book: Oh my god, Philip had a brother? Seriously? Is there another one of these jerks we need to keep an eye out for? Why didn't his journal ever mention Caleb Wittebane??

Jasper: *spits out his drink* CALEB WAS REAL???

He wouldn't care about Caleb personally, but maybe he'd do a quick deep dive on Gravesfield history? Because, like, curiosity. Catharsis. Closure. Whatever.

Luz: Why did you think Caleb wasn't real if you knew about Caleb?

Jasper, rifling through books: Look, once I realized Belos was lying, I realized EVERYTHING could be a lie, okay? Including Caleb. For all I knew I'd just been handling some random murder victim's bones!

Gus: …

Hunter: Do you…actually care that much about our ortet?

Jasper: NOPE, I just wanna know how much that old bastard lied about and how much was truth. Apparently him having a brother was true. Is there anything in here about a witch killing him?

Gus: Uh…actually I'm pretty sure Belos killed his brother.

Jasper: …I wish I was surprised.

Willow is trying to explain to Gus why she knows Jacob is not coming back without, in fact, admitting why she knows. Amity and hunter are reading about local history for Philip stuff. Vee and Amity are reading up on witch trials in general. Jaspers rifling through Jacob's shit for anything interesting (oh, hey, are these hexes hold em cards?)

Luz is like oh shit Philip had a brother. And hunter is like oh shit, you think that's who he meant I looked like? And Luz is like God I hope we don't have a second witch hunter running around to deal with. Amity is like did his journal never mention a brother? And Luz is like no, I've never heard of Caleb wittebane and they just hear a CRASH from the other room before Jasper stumbles back in like WHO?

He genuinely at this point assumed Caleb never existed and whoever it is that him and Hunter are based on, it's probably something Belos will take to the grave. He's grabbing the book and shoving his face in it like HES FUCKING REAL???????

Of course then we have the hayride. Jasper sees that shit- he got a hot witch girlfriend and little bro got pissed- and thinks back to the knife wound in the ortet skeleton's sternum in the lab and he's like oughhhhhh my god that makes so much sense suddenly

[houseofbrat]

This is probably nearer the truth than the UK press puff pieces. When they were supposedly living in Anglesey in Wales most of the time Kate was actually back at her parents. While Wills was dodging work shifts and off with his pals.

Something nefarious has happened this year and the cancer story is a cover. No doubt Carole is advising/pushing/covering it up with Kate.

I was in the US in the 80s and National Enquirer was full on with Diana revelations that all turned out to be true in the end. All my Brit party poo pooed my recalling of them with hoots of laughter.If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck despite the royal family and compliant media saying its a Swan its still a 🦆.

This is the face of someone who is not happy. It must be exhausting having to pretend.

I believe Kate lives with her mom and the kids with William. He seems to keep those kids super close during their outings. And the kids seem quite distant from Kate.

That’s interesting. They are definitely living differently behind the scenes from how they try to portray themselves in public.

sorry, but those crowds were thin, four deep is a nice gathering but not a huge crowd.

when the propaganda is so obviously different from what our eyes see, it just calls other statements into question.

A larger than usual crowd tracks with what we have been seeing all year. Diehard royalists have gotten more sycophantic, while Kate lost half a million general public viewers from her special. I also suspect that the larger than average crowd wasn’t organic. I suspect that many of the questions caught on camera came from plants.

Yes, the last thing people need when they are concerned is a reassuring touch on the arm or a pat on the back! None of those pesky PDAs for Kate and William. What a relief for her!

The 'joke' Kate made seemed equally revealing, when she said: "I seem to have lost my family!" She was chatting to the great unwashed when she noticed her children and William had moved away.

And speaking of the children, did anyone tell them it was Christmas? They couldn't have looked more depressed. It's them I feel most sorry for - they can't even feign happiness at Christmas.

She looked very tired that day. Like she hadn't slept all night.

She looks exhausted. It’s not a lack of sleep look, it’s a look of complete mental and emotional exhaustion.

But as recently as 2023 they were trialling MORE PDAs not less. How they were changing what the monarchy may look like, being a bit more touchy. It appeared they were trying to follow H&M a little and be more relatable by touching each other.

Are we really expected to have such short memories to not remember that? She can't stand him, no picture i have seen has there been the same looks at him as before.

I do not think she had cancer to the extent she required treatment. The very vague “pre-cancer “ discovery thing was lame. And the complete lack of disclosure of any actual diagnosis followed by zero mention of actual care that was received, medical professionals who administered care, gratitude of any sort to anyone - these are all things that any reasonable person would make mention of and she never has to my knowledge. She’s hiding something but it ain’t cancer.

This is the answer. I completely understand the need for privacy. But if she actually had cancer, it would've been way easier for them to share something about her treatment or her hospital care teams. To do some kind of fundraiser for cancer in general. Kate doesn't have much going on so I highly suspect she could've made this something she spent time doing from home.

I don't believe it. It's possible it's a very stretched truth. Maybe that's not the reason she's been hidden from the public, but maybe something like her pap smear this year had a few early cancer cells on it so they're making it seem like that's the reason when actually it's just a coincidence but not necessarily a lie. Hell, it could be a basal cell skin cancer on her arm they burned off. It definitely seems to be related to her relationship with William as they seem more distant and awkward with one another than ever.

Something else. They never actually stated straight out that she had cancer always danced around it with language and let people make their own conclusions.

If she did then they seriously missed the PR of her not being at the forefront with cancer charities.

Think 'people's' princess level but with more sick children and less landmines...

Her bench video said “cancer had been found” so the word “had” was strategically used by her PR people to try and put it in the past. But anyone who’s knows anything about cancer, knows this is BS. Once you’ve had cancer “found” you have the possibility it’s also somewhere else in the body and believe me if she did have any sort of abdominal cancer, her doctors would do everything for the princess to find and eradicate it. All of that said, I am a survivor and work in healthcare. I don’t think she had cancer. There has been zero confirmation for me. I mean no hair loss, skin looks healthy, no further procedures or even any proof of cancer or acknowledging her physicians, or treatment professionals which she would do if cancer was actually found and any treatment for it Her avoidance of saying thank you to treating physicians, and her not going out and visiting cancer patients is unconscionable if she truly had cancer. Not buying it, and hate being manipulated by an entitled princess.

So I've many thoughts and feelings on this.

I'm 3 years cancer-free next month, and I had a hysterectomy and thankfully didn't need further treatment.

I hate thinking they faked cancer, but they haven't helped calm down conspiracy theories. If they kept it simple, e.g. diagnosis etc., it wouldn't be so bad, but so far, we haven't had any real information. Faking photos definitely caused so much distrust.

If she lied about having cancer she must step down from her role immediately. That is absolutely egregious, depraved and inexcusable on all levels.

I do not believe she had cancer but they both seem to be very selfish and lazy people with HUGE issues. Sad. I had high hopes for them with everything William endured as a child but he seems to be an even bigger anal sphincter than his father.

The ambulance thing was proven to be fake. Honestly it’s baffling that one single tweet, which directly contracted itself and was posted by a known troll, has been taken as gospel.

The tweet was just a video of a London ambulance driving a few miles away from Kensington Palace but driving in the opposite direction to the hospital, and the tweet said “trouble at Sandringham?”

But the video clearly showed a LONDON ambulance, being driven through London. There is zero situation in which an ambulance would drive the entire way across the country and back, that’s just not how the British healthcare system works.

If someone in Norfolk needed emergency medical care they’d either be airlifted to hospital in a helicopter (the hospital the royals use has a helipad on its roof) or rushed by ambulance to the big hospital in Norwich, which is a very well-regarded major hospital.

And the tweeter is a Meghan-hater who has tweeted nonsense about her faking her pregnancies and all kinds of crap. So not trustworthy.

It’s basically the same as a Q Anon/Trumpist tweeting a video of a random ambulance driving down a New York street with the caption “trouble at the White House?” and people using that one tweet as proof Biden collapsed and was rushed to hospital.

others have said it was then PM Rishi Sunak or another member of the royals. which both makes sense . another thing to note is that the royals are usually VERY private about medical conditions so they wouldn't want to cause such a huge fuss by driving to London or the largest hospital in the area, if i were them if want to do it in a discreet way. hence this option of "its really Kate and it is indeed an emergency convoy being headed to some hospital makeshift or otherwise for an undisclosed reason "

I genuinely don’t see any reason why they can’t spend the rest of their lives living apart and keeping up a facade, using fake etiquette like “not allowed to touch”, or excuses around health or children to explain her lack of work and discomfort with him.

When they become King and Queen they won’t need to bother making excuses, they’ll just do whatever they want, with Charles dead and Camilla either dead or put away somewhere, there won’t be any rival court to play the PR game against them. Just them, and the press will have to come to heel due to lack of alternatives.

They’ve been preparing us for the fact they intend to be lazy, hands off king and queen for decades.

Two years ago, at the Kite Festival in the UK, I saw Tina Brown being interviewed by the ex-BBC Head of News James Harding. In the course of an informal and very chatty one-hour wide-ranging discussion, she let pass two observations spaced diplomatically apart.

That there were well-known secrets by the press which if revealed would signal the end of the British Royal Family.

That the whole future of the institution rested on Kate's shoulders - if she went rogue like Diana it would be curtains.

And here we are! Oh and her Daily Beast has been way up there in nearly spilling the beans. They all know - the truth is out there.

This does not seem to be body language of a man so relieved his wife has lived / made it through treatment to Christmas, no?

Who is William phoning while waiting for her? So odd.

He is phoning the security guy to tell them to get Kate moving

She’s negotiated something. The meeting with Charlie is when it happened. Willy can’t stand whatever it was that was negotiated. Just my thoughts

shes pissing him off by actually working.

Great work if you can get it. Shaking hands and being given bunches of flowers.

I just saw on another reddit that she spent 40 minutes interacting with the crowd. No wonder they were having to call the minders to move her along. It's not like she spent 10 minutes and went to walk with the family. She left them cooling their heels while she tended her adoring fans. I guess it was to get William's goat. But, the kids, what about them having to dance foot to foot while she dawdled. You can't talk with everyone so no need to talk that much to ANYONE. Who gets special attention? People who brought flowers and trinkets? She should have paused a few times along the path and said clearly thank you and let the attendants pick up the gifts. She isn't supposed to accept gifts in any case, I thought.

[sheyri]

Ash needs a job

The last couple days had been hectic and chaotic, but now things were slowly falling into a routine. Callum spent most of his days with his brother, trying to reform the redguard. Ramsay was handling House affairs and continued her research whenever she had time to spare.

Ash... Ash was trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. He saw his partners on the weekends when they were home, and sometimes during the week. But in between that, there was just lots of empty time.

He had done some odd jobs around the house. It hadn't been in perfect shape when they bought it, there were some small things to repair and walls to paint. He could do that.

He had started a small herb garden in the back, planted some flowers as well. He'd gotten some more exotic plants for Ramsay, since all of hers had been blown up with Lancaster. Taking care of plants, and especially Ramsay's plants, was just something he'd gotten used to over the last year.

He had a license now, but he didn't really know what to do with it. It had always been his goal, but he'd never considered what would come after. It had always been so far out of reach. Sure, he used his alchemy for small things around the house and it was nice to do that without having to worry about being caught. But that wasn't really much, not really taking full use of what he could do.

Ash would've considered studying, but Lancaster was gone. Kensington was gone. Rebuilding would take time. The other colleges were already overrun by former Lancaster students who needed a place to continue their studies and graduate. He wouldn't be able to get in, especially not in the middle of the semester.

No. What he had to do now was find a job. Something, just anything. He'd been idle for too long anyway.

~~~

“So, how was your week?”, Callum asked. He'd come home about half an hour ago and they'd just sat down with some tea, waiting for Ramsay.

Ash sighed, frustrated. “Annoying. And kind of exhausting”, he said.

“That bad? What have you been up to?”

“Not much, actually. I've been trying to find a job.”

“I take it you weren't successful?”

“You'd think there'd be plenty of jobs, lots to do. But with all the refugees from Kensington, there's just more demand than open jobs. And I waited too long to put myself out there.”

“That makes sense. But this also means this town is growing and new businesses will open, meaning more jobs. I'm sure you'll find something eventually.”

“Yeah. It's just frustrating.”

“What's frustrating?”, came a voice from the front door. Ash turned towards Ramsay to greet him. His hair was loose and a bit messy. Ash felt the sudden urge to brush it for him.

Ramsay got himself his own mug before joining the two of them in the living room. “So?”, he prompted.

“I can't find a job.”

“Why would you need a job?”

“Well, there's just not much to do for me while you're away and busy. Besides, I have to start earning some money again”, he mumbled.

“No, you don't.”

“What? Of course I do!”

“Why? I mean, it's fine if you want to, but we have more than enough money. In case you missed it, I'm kind of rich. And Callum has a steady income, too.”

“Yeah, but that's your money. I can't let you provide for me forever. I'm already living here without paying rent or anything.”

“Ash”, Callum said. “This is your home, too.”

“I know, but-”

“No but”, Ramsay cut him off. “You saved the world. You saved our lives. You shouldn't have financial worries.”

Ash remained silent. It made sense, what they said. But it just didn't feel right. He was just leeching off of them without contributing.

“I understand your worries, Ash. You don't get things for free, that's what you're thinking, isn't it?”

He shrugged, then nodded. “That's just not how the world works, is it? Can't get anywhere without money.”

“You're right, but that's not true in a relationship. A relationship isn't a transaction. Besides, you do give back. You care for us, you love us. And in a more material sense, you take care of the house while we're gone. You cook, which is something Ramsay could never do.” “Hey!”, Ramsay shot in. Callum ignored him. “We grew up in completely different circumstances, and I think we all need to understand that.”

“I guess you have a point”, Ash admitted. “Though that still doesn't solve my problem of too much spare time.”

“Don't you want to continue studying alchemy? Now that you can legally do so?”, Ramsay asked. Without waiting for an answer he went on. “I'll bring you some books, and the course material for my first years. Source knows you're still lacking some basics.” He sat down his mug and leaned over to Ash.

“Now shut up. Right now all we have to do is enjoy our weekend together”, Ramsay said and kissed him.

[emxisms]

Hi I was just wondering if u could write a Glenn x reader with reader being hurt on a supply run? Maybe some hurt and comfort pls and thank you 🙏

"ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲."

Glenn Rhee x GN!reader (they/them)

Summary: Glenn and reader make their weekly supply runs. This time, reader is caught in a room full of zombies. They're cornered, with nowhere to go. Thankfully in time, Glenn is to their rescue.

Warnings: Mentions of guns, blood, violence, strong language.

You were in the middle of helping Carol sort out the crops, lining up and marking what each row will be growing. You had planted carrots, cabbage and a few other vegetables. It was hot outside, but it had to get done some time, right? You were exhausted, having stayed up all night watching out for walkers with Glenn. You and him were normally in charge of night watches, because the rest of the group was busy with whatever the hell else. You'd only gotten a couple hours of rest, you refused to let Glenn stay up alone no matter how much he protested against it. It was only a matter of time before the night rolled in, and you were back in the tower. You never really minded it much, it meant you got to spend more time with your boyfriend.

"Alright, I think everything is finished up. Thank you for all your help, sweetheart." Carol expressed her thanks, and walked away to alert Rick that the task is done. You give her a small smile before walking to the opposite side of the field, ending face-to-face with your favorite person.

"Hey, babe. Do you think you'd be up for a run today? We need some groceries, and meds. We ran out of almost everything yesterday. I totally understand if you're not up for it. I wish you'd have gotten more sleep last night." he frowned and pulled you closer to him. You smiled and came by his side.

"Yeah, I'm fine with that! As long as you're with me." you kissed his cheek, and walked away with a wave, him giving you one in return. You got to your shared cell with some other members, and gathered your things. You carried a bat, and a pistol on you. Even though it's the zombie apocalypse, you still weren't very good with guns, even after all this time. Rick wouldn't ever allow you to even hold anything bigger than a pistol, so you were normally stuck with a baseball bat, and Glenn guarding you with a rifle. You do a final pat down, making sure you had everything you needed, and make your way back to Glenn. You made sure to let Rick know on your way out, and he was okay with it.

"Hey. You ready? I've got everything I need. I cleared out my bag, so we should have enough room for everything." you announced, letting Glenn know all the updates. "Yeah, I'm as ready as you are!" he smiled and placed your stuff inside the red minivan. He entered the driver's seat, you accompanying him in the passenger's seat. He signaled to Daryl that you two were ready, and he opened up the gates.

On your way to the now abandoned shops, you wrote out a list of all the necessities. "You're so organized. If I were doing this alone, I would've just winged it, and hoped for the best." Glenn scoffed. He always adored how you did your best to keep things in their place, no matter what it took. How you tried to keep things humane, as if walkers never existed. "Well thank you! I like keeping everything in order. Plus, I would hate to miss something and for the group to not have everything we need." you suggested. Things have been super tough recently. Many people have been getting sick, and everyone is working as hard as they can to keep everybody safe. Especially Rick. He's been so stressed out with everything going on, the least you could do is cut him some slack.

Glenn pulled in to the parking lot of an old shop. The exterior walls red, with many broken windows, and automatic doors that no longer work. You grab your bag, and make sure you've still got your gun on your side. "You ready?" Glenn looks into your eyes, cocking up an eyebrow. "As ready as I'll ever be." you chuckled, and him as well. You two entered the commercial store, grabbing everything you needed as you made your way through each isle. You and Glenn had come across your fair share of walkers, but you made it through safely without a scratch to be seen. You'd turned the corner, and found a pharmacy. You whispered some 'perfects' to yourself, happy with the find. You made your way behind the counter, and claimed all the pills and medicines you needed. You were placing the last bottle in your bag, when your hand slipped. You dropped the bottle. "Fuck.." you mumbled. You were jolted aware as you heard growls coming from behind you. As you turned your head, becoming aware of your surroundings, you were met with a swarm of walkers. There had to have been at least ten or eleven. You pulled out your bat from the backside of your bag, and worked through the crowd. You managed to get through three or four until your bat started to crack, getting weaker with each hit. The walkers were getting closer, hungrier, stronger. More had come out from behind the shelves. Now, there were at most twenty. They kept coming and coming, and you ended up being backed into a corner. You kept on swinging, and screaming for help.

"Glenn!! Fuck, help! There's a swarm, hurry the fuck up!" you squealed. You pulled out your pistol, making shots into numerous heads. After three bullets were blown into the walkers' heads, you no longer heard a loud gunfire, but a faint click. You were out of ammo, and your bat had broken in half. You were helpless. Not a single sharp item by your side, and not a single sign of Glenn. "Come on, come on! What the hell?!" you were screaming at yourself. Why didn't you think to make sure you had a full gun? Where the hell is Glenn? You had too many thoughts running through your head at once, you were in a state of panic. You were kicking off walkers, them coming inches from biting your limbs. You didn't want to die, not yet. You stood up, and did your best to fight as many as possible off, breaking necks and smashing their brains into the wall. When there was only twelve to ten left, you heard shuffling and panic coming from your side. It was Glenn.

"Oh my- I'm so fucking sorry! I was stuck between two shelves and everything was piled on top of me, the ceiling collapsed- I didn't have a way out. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, are you okay?" he was fumbling everywhere, shooting off the walkers and fighting his way to you. You were lightheaded, out of breath, sweat beads falling down your forehead. "I'm, yeah, I'm okay. It's okay Glenn." your chest was heavy, falling up and down with each breath.

"Fuck, babe. I'll never leave you again, I promise. I've got you." He cried, a tear falling from his right eye. "I'm so glad you're okay."

You kissed him, your lips pressed against his. He smiled into the affection, and picked you up. "Let's get our shit and let's leave." he carried you out of the room, holding your bag, and his. As he stepped outside, the sun beamed on your sweaty body. It was hot, but the air was refreshing. "I can walk, Glenn." you declared, but he refused. "Nope. You shouldn't have to when I'm capable of carrying you." he protested, wiping the sweat from your hairline. He put you down, and your bottom hit the cushion of the passenger seat. He placed down the supplies and now broken weapon, and turned the vehicle on. The cool air blowing against your face, drying and icing your heated, red face.

On the drive back, Glenn could not stop letting out numerous apologies, and many I Love You's. When you finally made it back to camp, Glenn immediately took you to the infirmary for your wounds. Your knuckles were bloody and red, your arms covered in scratches, and your lips bloody from biting them so hard. He made sure you were cleaned up and tended to with perfection. He never left your side, not since the incident. Not even for a moment. "Babe, I told you I'm okay. It wasn't your fault, you were in trouble too. We've learned our lesson. We won't go back." you assured him, but he was still so upset. He hated himself for leaving you alone, knowing the dangers. "I left you alone. It is my fault. If I had just stayed by your side, this wouldn't have happened." he vented. "That place was packed, I should've made sure it was safe before I let you go in." he cried into your shoulder, and you pulled him close to you, squeezing him tight, keeping him against your body. "Don't put this on yourself. We had no way of knowing for sure. It's okay, Glenn." you kissed his temple, then his cheek, and finally his lips. You pulled away, wiping his tears, and pressing your forehead against his.

"I love you, forever and always."

[oakthcrn]

The Grand Palace - Os Alta - Lark's POV

There was an angelic grace in the way his footfalls fell purposely against the pristine cobblestone of the Grand Palace. His beautiful, slender fingers were loosely laced in mine as he led me through the back gardens. The alluring smell of desserts mixed with fine wine perfumed the air. It was the Tsaritsa's name day and while Grisha were present in the grand ballroom, they had been there for no other purpose than guarding the royal family. The invitations had not been extended to the Little Palace to the chagrin of her fellow Grisha.

That never stopped Caelum, though. Once he had gotten something into his mind, there was no dispelling him of the consequences if we happened to be caught. I didn't want to earn the ire of General Kirigan. My name had earned a high spot on his list of mischievous Grisha, but in my defense, it hadn't been my intention to set the curtains on fire. I was startled during training. It earned me extended visits to Baghra's hut; much to my dismay.

Caelum guided me down the path, the beautiful euphony of notes and melodies from the grand orchestra grew louder, and a brimming excitement was fluttering in my chest. The idea of sneaking into a royal ball without an invitation was dangerous, and yet, it was Caelum who devised the plan, and I suspected it was done to please me. Stubborn fool.

Sweet, honeyed-colored eyes peered over the shoulder of his crimson kefta. A mischievous smile only grew on his handsome features. I fought the urge to reach over and run my fingers through his wavy champagne-colored hair. He knew he was handsome too, and used it for evil.

" Look, the garden is abandoned for the moment, my little firebird. " Saints, it always made me weak in the way he would affectionately call me that, even if my face showed indifference to it. Slowly, I found myself canting my head to the side.

" You do realize if we're caught, we'll be in huge trouble?"

" The risk is inconsequential and part of the fun...besides you have been going on and on about wanting to dance since the last fete. Now is our chance. "

I exhaled a soft breath. My fortitude of resisting him was waning, as it often did when he batted those hazel eyes my way. Anyone else would've gotten a lecture but Caelum had the uncanny ability to get his way.

Suddenly, I was pulled forward, lurching as his free hand snaked around my waist. I couldn't keep the smile from blooming across my face as I fell in step with him, our bodies pressed gently against one another. My feet followed his lead while a hand rested in his. His chest became a home for my head. I rested it there and even over the beautiful music of the orchestra, I could hear his heartbeat. A steady drumming of beats that melted my worries away. I nuzzled my face into the soft fabric of his healer's kefta. The tantalizing scent of juniper and scandalwood tickled my nose and lulled me into a sense of safety, my shoulders slumped and I was enthralled by Caelum.

Slowly we meandered in a circle. I could barely register the autumn chill as it tried to penetrate my kefta. Caelum leaned down to whisper into my ear.

" We could do it, Lark...we could run away from this place." His voice was soft and deep and pleasing to the ear, it sent an electrifying shiver down my spine; it lit every nerve awake and alert.

" Run away? Caelum...why would we do that? "

He twirled me then, and spun me into his arms, my back meeting with his chest. His lips returned to my ear, and planted a sweet kiss there. I prayed to the saints that my knees would not buckle. How easily his touch could elicit such from me. How rare a man that Caelum Mathis was. How rare and how foolish. Still, he smiled against my ear and spoke again.

" We could go to Ketterdam...get married and buy a farm. " His arms entangled around me, holding me close to his frame. I gently pivoted to lean into him and to listen to his heartbeat once more.

" We would have a farm? " I found myself asking. I slowly glanced up to get lost in those russet hues. His lips found purchase against mine, tender and soft, his kiss sent a warmth blossoming through my chest, my face, and neck. I had to close my fists to keep the flames from nicking my fingertips in delight. I felt my heart race as if I could melt into him and be made whole. He lifted his head to plant a soft kiss to my forehead.

" We could have whatever you desired, firebird. We could make a life there. Start a family...anything your heart desires. "

My heart swelled at his words. I had no idea he dwelled on such things, she never dared to give in hope but the way it sounded from Caelum's lips, I found I wanted it more and more.

Another kiss was shared. I could spend eternity in this moment, and have no regrets. I was about to step forward to steal another kiss when suddenly out of side of my eyes I saw a shadow. Turning quickly, a brewing dread grew as we came face to face with the second prince of Ravka. No older than I it seemed. He had opened his mouth to speak but I felt myself being pulled away. Caelum and I sprinted away and disappeared into the night.

" Was that the crowned prince? " I asked through the panting as we jogged back towards the Little Palace.

" So it seems, he must have come to visit for his mother's name day. "

" Let us hope he isn't in a tattling mood. " I grumbled as we turned down the path back to their home. I slipped my arm around Caelum's.

" So this farm...Will it have tiny pigs? "

" Anything you desire, flame heart. "

I couldn't keep the smile from spreading across my face. A farm in Kerch. Who could ask for more?

[absolutelyadisaster]

Romantic Homicide 1 - Chamber // Valorant

Warnings: Angsty

Scenario: (Heavily based on song, Romantic Homicide by d4vd) You, a regular person, are caught in the crossfire of a Valorant mission. It isn't the gunfire that stops you dead in your tracks, it's the face of your lover, who went missing years ago. He had to be dead, you waited for him for so long, but there he stood, in the same suit you had seen him in last.

AN: tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible, lmk if I messed up anywhere!

The day he had disappeared, he had left you a note. It wasn't long and it didn't explain much, which was classic Vincent.

"Mon amor,

I will return once it is safe for me to do so, do not worry. I will explain once the time is right.

Je t'aime.

-Vincent"

It felt as if decades had passed, posters plastered for your missing lover, but to no avail. A funeral was held, but you had refused to attend. He wasn't dead. There was no way that your Vincent had died, and all he had left you was a note promising his return.

Then, days turned to months, months turned to years, and slowly you came to accept the fact that you would never smell his cologne again, besides the residues that were permanently scarring your shared bed. It took a long time to heal, and sometimes it felt as though you never did.

You had never sought out another, secretly a part of you still hoped he would return. Your family had respected your wishes to be left alone. It was so empty, the large house you shared with him. You had gotten a cat, to fill some of the space he had ripped apart.

That day was cloudy, and melancholic. You didn't want to leave the house, but food was running low, and the market was open today. Fresh pastries and other delicious goods had lured you out of the home. Exchanging pleasantries with those around you was easier now, everyday got a little easier. Time heals all wounds.

You had only been at the market a few minutes when a scream erupted, and a panic driven mob began. Confused and scared, you had jumped behind a stall and hid. You surely would've be trampled if you had stayed.

Gunshots began to scatter, the market almost entirely empty now. Shouting was heard, commanding and desperate.

"Planting spike! Cover me!"

"They are calling reinforcements, make it quick!"

You peeked your eyes over the stall, peering onto three people. A woman with white hair, fidgeting with a device, and two men. The first man had flames growing from his hands, a radiant, and the second man looked like an army general. You ducked back down swiftly, not wanting to be noticed.

More gunshots, more shouting.

Running footsteps kicked up the dust. It became difficult to breathe, difficult to see.

Gripping the stall's support beams, you pulled yourself up, you had to get out of here before you were spotted.

Your weakened state from inhaling the dust was not helping.

"Tsk, tsk, having fun without moi?"

Your heart felt as though it had stopped. An indescribable feeling overcame you. You knew this voice, you had known it all those years ago. Your frozen body put you in a dangerous position.

But you had to know for certain.

It had to be a joke.

Some sick joke.

His suit, the same suit he had worn the night before he left, emerged from the dust. His tattoos shining, his hair sleeked back. Surely you were dreaming. Another episode. Another vision.

Your lover had died, you were so sure of it.

And yet, here he stood. Years later, right in front of you.

He must've noticed you too, because as his reinforcements sprinted past him, guns blazing, his eyes never left yours.

"You died."

No movements were made, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn't do this. Your throat closed, you choke on your words.

"You died, you died, you died, you can't be here..-"

Your heart cracks, it shatters once again. The years you had spent mourning, healing and trying to take it a day at a time, the years began to escape through the tears spilling from your eyes.

"Mon amor."

Nothing was happening around you anymore, it didn't matter. You were so conflicted. You wanted so bad to be in his arms, to be held by him, to be caressed by him, to be adored by him, once again. But another part of you hated him. Hated him for leaving, for all those years you waited, all those times you argued with your family because you swore he would come back.

"You died, and I hate you for it."

Your choked sobs could only press out a sentence before you fell to the floor. The closing of your throat and the dust had overcome you.

[plasticfreckles]

🪶 treasure hoard rookanis enjoy 🪶

It's starting to feel cluttered, in his back corner of the pantry. All light sources are transferred to overturned produce crates or candlenails on the walls.

By his head, his favored coffee cups. If he has them here, the others won't break them accidentally.

To his feet, his ever-growing collection of gifts from Rook. Not large enough for a dragon hoard, not small enough for assorted presents.

A Wyvern Hoard, then.

The tea service. He doesn't even like tea, but she hadn't known that back then.

The wyvern tooth dagger he doesn't dare to bring along to jobs for fear of losing it or worse, damaging it.

The basket of dyed druffalo yarn, untouched save for the bright blue bundle, to knit a wrapsweater for her.

A small box of trinkets for Spite to rifle through when he is asleep.

Books she finds and thinks of him. Those she borrows and then returns, along with long lists of annotations about the most random aspects of the stories.

A brown tourmaline, whittled to resemble a coffee bean and put on a small-linked golden chain that Lucanis hasn't the heart to tell Rook is too short for his neck.

Grindstones tailored to the materials of each of his blades, numerous cutting oils.

The ribbon she got him specifically to tie his hair out of the way while cooking.

Flowers.

Flowers?

Blue buds sit in a tall glass, trimmed and watered and arranged with care, fallen petals folded over the rim of the glass.

Smell like milk thistle. And Rook. Healing and chocolate. Blight and pain. Rook got flowers.

They weren't here when he last left the pantry, no half-hour ago.

"Lucanis, I could use your- are you all right?"

When he turns to look at Rook, suddenly spawned in the doorframe, he realizes he'd stood uselessly, listlessly, in the middle of the pantry. Whatever help she meant to ask of him is forgotten, as she steps closer and rubs his arm.

Sometimes it gives him whiplash, how quickly their attentions toward one another shifted, how casually she reaches for him now and how eagerly he turns into her touch.

"Did you get me flowers?"

"Yeah." Like he was stating the color of the moon. "I got them from the Wetlands. Antoine and Evka tracked down somebody who could help find the Gloom Howler. Davrin wanted to talk to them." A pause. She looks him square in the face and he can't rein in his expression.

She'd gotten him flowers.

No one has ever gotten him flowers. Flowers that grow strong and beautiful in spite of their environment. Flowers in the very shade of blue she paints her nails with. Flowers that heal.

Rook saw a plant in the wild and thought of him.

He feels dizzy, all of a sudden.

"Brona's Bloom," she says. Scratches at the side of her neck, picking at a scab. Stalling. Hoping that explaining herself will make him react. "They grow there like weeds now. You're not allergic, right? Maybe I should've asked before, but... I wanted to surprise you. I thought you'd appreciate some flowers."

Her fingers squeeze at his arm. Her voice sounds like she's whispering at him from underwater.

When he stills, takes a breath, then another, looks down at her, her brow is knotted with concern and her head tilted.

"Sorry," he starts. Honesty. He didn't want to worry her. "No one's given me flowers before. Thank you."

"Well, I didn't really give them to you. I snuck into your room while you were in the bath and placed them there. Turns out this place doesn't have vases, so I had to improvise. Emmrich let me borrow one of his alchemy jars. He wants it back once they're wilted."

If Lucanis has his way, these flowers will never wilt for the rest of eternity. He knows a glass blower off the Rialto Bay who crystallizes flowers by each petal. There's an idea.

"You took the time to arrange them among my treasured gifts of yours so they would catch my eye when I return."

"They kind of glow, so they would've caught your eye without-"

"Rook." There's a surprised gasp from her when he pulls her close and pecks her cheekbone. "Thank you. This is a gift."

Her fingers slide into his left welt pocket, as they always do. Keeping him close, only a few thin layers between her hand and his stomach, but also loose enough to let him leave.

He's glad she's leaning against his side, covering his right pocket. If she put her fingers there, she would find the earrings he had made for her.

Her arm around the small of his back is cold. Soup for dinner, then. There's still some vegetable broth leftover. Maybe herbcakes to cut up into it. WHY IS SHE COLD? THE WHOLE ROOK IS COLD. He'll fix it. Warm soup for dinner, then blankets and the fireplace as he knits the demon away and she reads the romance he'd swiped from Blackthorne Manor. Maybe he'll pull over one of the seats, and they can share the blanket over their legs.

Spite, draping an arm over Rook's shoulders and leaning his cheek on her head, rolls his eyes at Lucanis until the prospect of entangled legs under wool covers.

"You're welcome, Lucanis," she says. Her chin presses into his ribs. "I'll get you flowers more often. Condition you to no longer be so frozen with surprise."

It makes him laugh. He leans down to kiss her.

"You say that as if you didn't like making me freeze with surprise." Her hand slips out of his pocket, toward his face. She pets his Adam's apple with her thumb. She traps his upper lip between hers. Spite moves a hand through her hair, and she shivers and presses closer.

"I do. I enjoy it thoroughly."

"Come on," he entangles them from each other, reluctantly, and Rook lets it happen just as reluctantly. She leans into Spite's fingertips on her scalp, whether she knows it or not.

But the sight is so enchanting Lucanis forgets why he pulled them apart in the first place.

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[whispers in sten dragon age origins] the treasure hoard was a lie

something something crows offering gifts

you can pick up like 5 bouquets of brona's bloom in the wetlands and so my mind went "penguin pebble the wet eye man". men should get flowers too.

also ive been craving kräuterflädle for weeks now but i don't have the energy to make any and somehow no store within reasonable distance has them anymore all of a sudden.

@lanafofana this is a lil like what we talked about, maybe?

@chubritza our chat is comedy gold <3

[~rina]