#ps garden heart eyes

[holliwoobz]

yaaay red valley!! i missed stinky clive what a guy

[dinogoofymutated]

Hi there! I'm currently watching the original X men series to catch up to 97, and I'm in love with Gambit.

Would it be possible to ask for Remy and reader to be on a secret mission, and the Ole "make out so they don't suspect us" trope comes in, and gambit kinda (obviously) has feelings...?

It could be sfw or nsfw, either is perfect! Thank you for all that you do, I've been trying to find fics for the xmen for a while 🙏🙏

Kinda spicy! Gambit/GN!reader

YESS!! YESSSS!!! I legit had a dream about this situation with remy the day before you sent me this ask and I was cackling in joy when I saw this! I basically hyperfixated on it because I love this trope.

TWS: sexual themes n shit, no explicit smut. As always, reader written while picturing fem! but no specific pronouns mentioned. Semi-public making out and touching. Nipples be touched but size and type of breast not mentioned.

-Ps- reader can see heat signatures for plot purposes. I usually try to keep powers ambiguous but it was a NEED!

"In here, quick!" Remy's thick draw catches your attention, just before he yanks you into an alley. The two of you were in New Orleans, looking for a specific mutant Xavier wanted to talk to. The only downside was that Remy still had a warrant out for his arrest, and wanted posters plastered all over the city from bourbon Street to the garden district.

"Don't worry Cher. You said. NOPD 'dumber than a sack of rocks, you said!" You gripe at him. Remy laughs, tugging you around the corner. The alleyways on Burbon street are mostly private areas, owned and sealed off by the bars that line the storefronts- but Remy knew this city like the back of his hand. However, things had changed since he was here last. That became apperent when the two of you reach the end of the alleyway and there's a brand new brick wall, a dead end.

Remy curses and skids to a stop, causing you to slam into his back. You send him a dirty look as you whip around, eyes adjusting to the brick surroundings. It's hard to make out the figures of the cops through the walls of the busy bar in in front of you, too many people crowding the street for drinks even this late at night. You strain your eyes a bit, but are able to make out the stiff-shouldered men, heat signature slightly elevated from booking it after the two of you. Unfortunately, they're headed towards the mouth of the alleyway.

"Damnit." You mutter, turning back to Remy. He understands what you mean just by looking at your face. He hums, thinking for a moment before he begins to take out a playing card. You grab his arm to stop him, trying to ignore how warm his skin is against your own.

"Don't. The explosion will just lead them to us." You say. Remy nodds, glancing at the corner before suddenly caging you against the wall of the alleyway. You try not to blush as he does so. Remy smirks at you, and you think your heart might just explode. You remind yourself that this is standard Remy behavior, but it doesn't stop your face from heating up. You can only hope it's too dark for him to see you properly.

"Well, there is another way we could fool those pigs." Remy says, quieter than before. You cock an eyebrow at him before looking back over in the direction of the alleyways opening, able to spot the cops as they begin to enter. In your peripheral, you see Remy running his fingers through his hair to flatten it. You open your mouth to ask him what he has in mind, but the sound of footsteps cut you off.

"-Well, if you're going to do something, you better do it quick!" You whisper back at him. Remy pushes you further against the cold brick, his hands drifting down to your waist as he leans over to wisper in your ear.

"Trust me, Cher. I'll take care of you." His words cause goosebumps to rise at the back of your neck, and you hardly have time to react before he's kissing you. Your eyes are blown wide, heart thumping wildly as you start to slowly relax into the kiss.

Unsurprisingly, Remy is a really, really good kisser. It's hard to focus while he's touching you like this, kissing you deeply like he loves you. He nips at your lip, and you gasp, having forgotten about everything else already. His tongue darts into you mouth, caressing the skin he finds there. You let out a small moan as one of his hands drifts lower, caressing your thigh and hiking your leg up just a bit. Your own hands slowly slide up his chest, drifting to his neck.

The heat in your chest is unbearable when Gambit separates from the kiss, a string of spit connecting your mouths before he wipes it away, nothing but affection on his eyes. You're panting for breath while he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then lower. Remy places wet kisses on your neck, sucking and biting as he tries to swallow you whole. You thread your hands through his soft hair as his does so, fully encouraging him to ravage you in whatever way he would like. One of his hands begins to slide under your shirt when a cough startles you out of your heated state.

Your first instinct is to turn towards the noise, but Gambit is quick to cup your cheek and pull you into another heated kiss before your head could move a centimeter. He keeps you occupied as his other hand fully caresses the skin beneath your shirt, squeezing and caressing your chest. You hear another exhausted sigh from the cops. You crack and eye open slightly, knowing they cant see you do so in the dark. One of them begins to raise his voice, but the other smacks him on the shoulder.

"Just another pair of drunks. We've got bigger things to worry about right now." The cop says. You could practically hear the other roll his eyes before they turn to and walk away. Gambit brings your attention back to him and only him when you feel a finger brush lightly against your nipple. You gasp, and Remy chuckles, playfully biting your lip as he pulls away. He's smirking as he looks at you, and you can only imagine what you look like right now.

"Looks like you enjoyed that." He teases, voice low and husky. You can't seem to pull your thought together properly when he's looking at you like that. You nervously look away, hands playing with his collar.

"And if I did?" You ask, glancing back at him to gage his reaction. He looks surprised at first, face morphing into a lovestruck smile before he tries to cover it up with a smirk. Didn't stop you from being able to see the heat rise to his cheeks, however.

"Then gambit thinks we should do this more often."

[vanya-evergreen]

Batfam x reader platonic concept

But make it over throwing royal’s with reader as a royal and Batfam as revolutionaries AU (with some fantasy elements that aren't expanded on)

CW: Neglect, Violence, blood. War like topics (revolution)

Something to note: in the real world timeframe I would put this in the late 1910s to early 1920s. The cars are faster than the actual cards of that timeframe because of fanfic logic!

Ps, I would love to write more of this (i already have another 1000 i am keeping to myself)

The soft patterns of rain on the roof was the loudest sound in your room. You lay on a bed, arms locked to your sides, staring up to the ceiling of the tall room. It was opulent to say the least, but that was the last thing you would think of. You were stuck in a cycle of memories that felt like a lifetime ago, yet it was only a few months ago that all of what you knew was gone. Not that you missed much of it.

There was once that if you had even whispered a complaint, it would've been fixed by a servant before you could dwell on it. Now it would just fall on deaf ears. You had alway been pacified with gifts, trips, or even new lessons to learn. It was one of the many benefits you got from being of royal descent, when that had mattered. You were happy with what you had but you still craved more. You wanted the unconditional Familial love that every other child seemed to get.

Slowly, you began to watch the families at garden parties, grand balls, and even going through daily life. You can’t help but staring as the parent lovingly held their children, or how they would even just watch them from afar. If you would turn to your parents, they always had their backs to you. You screamed and fought for their attention. You cried quietly every time they forced another toy or trip onto you. Sadly, it turned out to be much worse for you, everyone thought you were spoiled and ignorant because of your public fits. You never had an understanding of how parents were meant to love a child, until you met him.

The Dark knight.

You had met him briefly once before, given he was an army commander. It was a formality really, but you did remember his suit. It looked oddly like a bat with his cape. Still the Dark Knight was skilled with the sword, even with the advancing technology. You always heard whispers of his real name but they were never loud enough to make it your ears.

You were given sword lessons as another class to keep you busy. ‘I always did want to try the sword’ was just a pathetic attempt at ignoring your ugly truth. You were only 10 when you figured that your parents were pushing you off on all these tutors in hope that they would keep you busy enough to stay away from them. You still remember feeling the love you had for your parents slipping through your fingers like sand. You had stopped throwing fits too, you began to try to hold your emotions closer to your heart. All of this is probably what made it so easy for you to get attached to the Dark knight.

Your first lesson was rough. You had been rudely awakened at an unfamiliar time and when you made it out to the training grounds you could only see slivers of light on the horizon. You were forced to clean your tools and even some of his. You complained but he only remained quiet watching you with a heavy eye. You kept your mouth shut after that, finishing without much more complaint.

When you finished, he made you run laps. You wanted to whine about it, but you remembered knowing it wouldn't do anything, so you ran. Lap after lap, you always felt his eyes on you no matter where you went. He remained silent unless it was to tell you to keep going. It wasn't until the sun had fully risen that he had made you stop, letting you get water. You couldn't help but be wreathing with anger as you sat drinking your water.

“Sword lesson my-” you began to whisper under your heavy breaths, until a warm gloved hand was placed atop of your head. You shot your head up to where the head came from. It was the Dark knight, without his helmet.

“Good job kid.” He looked at you in your eyes, you couldn't help but let your emotions slip for a moment. His eyes were so kind, but his face was worn. It was the face of a man who had led a hard life, but still had compassion for others. You gripped your water, you wanted him to say it again

You continued the lesson for another 2 hours but it felt too short for you. Even if he said you weren't ready for a sword, You couldn't wait for the next lesson.

That is how it started and would go for the next 6 years. Twice a week you would meet with him to learn, but every day you spent hours practicing to impress him at your next lesson. He and you had bonded, or so you thought. You learned his true name, Bruce Wayne. he let you call him by his name, you tried to offer him the same courtesy but he refused, it hurt you but you understood.

This was your way of life, this was the happiest you ever were. You thought you had the love you craved the most. You thought that.

It was your 16th birthday. You were meant to focus on the party that was held every year for you but there you were happily running over to the training grounds to see Bruce. Ever since you met him, he always had some form of present for you on your birthday. It was the only present you looked forward to every year.

You stopped at the entrance when you saw Bruce with two other people. Diana Prince and Clark Kent, they were commanders just like Bruce. You always saw them together when they were in the same room, but why were they meeting here today? They looked like it was a serious matter so you hid behind the stables.You crouched down and slowly crawled to the end of the stable closest to them to listen in. You thought maybe you could scare them, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of the previous time you tried to scare Bruce and failed.

“A week from today we will take the capital.” Bruce said matter of factly. You breathe hitched, you heard murmurs through the walls about a revolution, but you didn't think it was real. Much less Bruce was a part of it. “And arrest the royal family and their descents.” That isn’t when you broke, no you didn’t care if they did that.

“And we can finally return to our families.” Clark added. This is when you broke, the mental image you had created in your delusion, the image of Bruce seeing you as one of his kids, shattered into a million pieces right in front of you. You quietly got up, you acted faster than your mind could think.

You jumped out from behind the stables, “Boo!” you shouted, while you wore your best smile. They all flinched at your sudden appearance. Finally you got them. “Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” You beamed while scratching the back of your head. They all looked at you in horror as you walked closer.

“How much did you hear, your highness?” Diana began reaching for her lasso on her hip, while trying to keep a pleasant expression.

“Nothing beyond something about going back to your families” You laughed. “ I assume you heard about the holiday I asked the king and Queen to give the troops after my birthday.” You could see as they relaxed, believing your words.

“Is there a reason you came here, your highness?” Clark stepped closer to give you a kind smile placing a hand on your shoulder, he always was kind to you even when you threw fits.

“I always stop by on my birthday.” You take a quiet glance at Bruce, with guilt flickering in his eyes. Y our heart sunk further into your chest. “I was saying hello to my teacher, before going on with my busy day.” You moved your eyes off of Bruce, and on to Clark. You tried to ignore his heavy gaze, your hands were shaking.

“Of course…” Clark and Diana look at Bruce. He gestured for them to leave. “Well Happy birthday, your highness.” Clark bowed before leaving, as did Diana. You watched them leave until they were out of sight. You clasped your hand together, the shaking stopping but your rate grew.

“Your highness,” Bruce’s soft voice boomed in your head . Bruce’s eyes weighed heavily on you, You were barely able to maintained eye contact. “I got you a gift.” He pulled out a small rectangle box wrapped in expansive sliver fabric with an extravagant white lace ribbon tied around it.

It was like every other year before, a small gift that meant the world to you. You, normally, would eagerly take it from him with the biggest grin, and opened it in front of him, thanking him no matter the gift. That year though, you hesitated, you didn’t give a wide grin, nor did you open it immediately.

“Thank you, Bruce.” You stared at the gift, playing with the white ribbon in your hand. “I really appreciate the gifts you have gotten me.” You sighed faintly. Bruce was stunted by this. “I hope you enjoy your time off with your family.” You let out a shaking breathe.

“What about your-” Bruce reached out to touch your shoulder, it was natural for the two of you.

“Don’t worry about lessons next week,” You grabbed his hand before he touched your shoulder “It’s fine if we miss a week. We alway have the after one, right?” you looked at him with a knowing look. He face dropped, he understood that you had heard more than you would say. “I hope to see you later Bruce.” You let go of his hand as you walked away from him leaving him behind in his silence.

You didn’t open that gift that day, even when you were in your room. You spent the rest of the day distracted. There were plenty of things you could’ve done about your impending arrest, but you also knew that would lead to Bruce's death. You didn’t want that, even if he only saw you as a royal, you still viewed him as someone would view their father. So you remained quiet.

The party came and went. It was the same as it always was, many gifts that were worth an average person's salary for ten years, and even proposal letters from noble families that wouldn’t matter in a week’s time. After that night you started to count down the days. Your memories of that week are blurry now, all of the days bleed into each other, until that day of the plan came.

You didn’t leave your room that day, even when you heard the screams of your family members. You waited, seated in a chair by the fire you had the servant light before going to bed. The box Bruce gave you is still unopened on your desk. You didn’t want to open it and pretend like everything was still the same.

You got up as you heard the soldiers get closer, opening every door along the way, until they reached your door. You opened the door before they could barge in. You came face to face with the helmet of The Dark knight. The blood of those who fought back dripped on the floor off of his suit. You step aside to let them in.

The Dark knight was the only one to step in, “Continue moving without me.” You tensed up as he ordered his subordinates to not follow him in. “Your highness-”

“There is no longer a need to address me like that.” You hummed, closing the door behind him. “After all, my heritage won’t matter by sunrise tomorrow.” You stood by the edge of your bed, looking out of the window.

The Dark knight was across the room from you, staying in front of the fireplace. You wouldn't meet his eyes, as he stared at you through his helmet. He looked around the room, he noticed the box on your desk still wrapped neatly. “You didn’t open it.” He picked up the box from the desk, and looked back at you.

“I thought it was inappropriate to open it, considering what was bound to happen.” You Pointed your head back down to the ground,

“You didn’t try to stop us.” He kept the box with him, and stepped closer to you.

“I couldn’t bring myself to,” You confessed, “I knew what it would lead to if I did.” Even then you couldn't bear the thought of him dying because of you.

“Do you understand why we are doing this?” He stopped two feet away from you, and took off his helmet. You wanted to see the face was making but you knew if you saw his face you couldn’t help but break all over again in front of him.

“Not fully,” You weakly replied “but I know that if you and the other commander are in on it then it is for the betterment of the world.” you clenched your hands. You tried to be mad at him but it was hindered by how you saw him. To you, you knew him as a man of justice, who wouldn’t needlessly create waves unless he saw necessary. You put your hands behind your back, intertwining them together.

The Dark Knight couldn’t understand you, but you knew what his thought was “I didn’t run because you taught me to stand with the side I chose, and by blood I am forced to choose this side.” You looked up from the floor finally. His face seemed almost desperate for a better answer, you could only return a sympathy nod with closed eyes.

The room remained silent for a moment, before you offered your wrist forward to make it easier to cuff them, he didn't. Instead he stepped behind you, guiding you out in front of the palace with a firm hand on your shoulder. You kept your eye forward ignoring the blood splattered across the floor and walls. The walk through the halls were eerie and quiet, they still haunt you to this day.

At the front of the palace each member in the royal house kneeled with their hands bound behind their backs, in rows separated from the servants. The Dark knight didn't seem to be guiding you to the royals until someone grabbed you by the arm and pulled you away from him, you saw him for a short moment longer. Maybe if you weren't so tired you could've seen him reaching out for you as he was swarmed by his cohorts.

The soldier was much harsher compared to The Dark knight. They forced you down by your parents, who were bloody and bruised, they must've fought. Their heads hung low, they didn't even try to lift them up to look at you. You watched as Clark walked to stand center in front of palace residences.

“To the royal family, you are found guilty of tyranny and causing anguish to the lands of…” Clark went on about the endless sins your family and you by extension committed. “Now we will go down the line to give you your sentencing.”

You closed your eyes, listened to cries for mercy by the ones you assumed were to be put in prison for life and the quiet sobs of the ones who got less. Clark stopped when he passed you, You were the only one sitting up with free arms. He whispered something to the person following him, before moving on. two soldiers picked you by your arms from ground and brought you back into the palace.

You might've been more confused if you didn't pass out the moment they shoved you back into your room.

The weeks following after that there was a surgeon of royalist nobels trying to take back the monarchy, but they were swiftly dealt with each time they would arise according to the maids that would pass your room.. You spent those weeks confined to your room, at the former palace, you tried to ask why you weren't in the prison, but none of the guards standing outside of your room wouldn't reply.

It was 2 months later that you finally left your room to be brought in front of the new leaders of your country. Diana, Clark and Him. It was a small meeting with only you and the three of them.

“Tell us _, why do you think that you are here?” Diana spoke in a loud yet caring tone.

“I am here to finally receive my sentence.” You mumbled.

“No,” Clark interjected what would've evolved into a rant. “We are curious to know why you did nothing to stop the revelation.”

“I couldn't live with the consequences if I had stopped you.” You replied flatly.

“and those consequences would be, what?”

“The continued suffering of the country” they gestured for you to go on “and the loss of your lives.”

“And are you aware that means you betrayed the royal family?”Clark retorted. Bruce leaned forward.

“Yes.” You wanted it to be over already.

“Then you will not receive a sentence, but you will live under surveillance.” Clark stood up from his seat and offered you a hand. You took the hand, you could live under surveillance.

“Here at the… well whatever this was turned into.” You questioned, Clark shook his head no. “Then where?”

“With me.” Bruce finally spoke up. Your body ran cool, as a sinking feeling bloomed in your stomach. You would've been fine anywhere else but with him. You had no choice.

“Fine.” You looked away from him.

That day, your clothes, swords, and other trinkets were packed and off to Gotham where the now infamous Wayne manor resides. While you rode in front with Bruce in his Car. The ride was quiet, along with unpacking the car. You broke the silence to say thank you for help, before taking your belongings inside of the foyer. Serval people were waiting, but not for you.

“Who are you?” A boy, younger than you, glared as you stood there awkwardly holding you things. You were going to respond but Bruce came in behind you. “Father, who is this this person?” So these people were his kids.

“Damian, that is not how you greet someone.” oh. You heard of Damian when you and Bruce would take breaks from your sword lessons. He always liked talking about his family, there was even a point where you though maybe they could see you as family too, but not now. “I am _ _” You lowered your head already knowing what comes next.x .

“A member of that trantical family? Bruce, why are they here?” A boy, probably only a few years older than you, almost screeched.

“I will explain it later, Tim” Bruce took your things from you and tried to push past them, only to be blocked by a girl around the same age as time. “Cassandra please move.

“No, we need to know now.” Damian demanded, as him and Tim cornered Bruce with Cassandra.

“Alfred,” Alfred, who was standing off the side came forward and took your things back from Bruce. “Take them to their new room.”

“Of course Master Bruce.” Alfred turned to you “Please, follow me this way.” He smiled politely. Your arms tense as the You followed behind quietly, walking up the stairs to 3rd floor, back into the furthest corner of the house, the perfect reflection of the distance between you and Your new household.

[nickeverdeen]

hey, i was wondering if you could write about if five (from the umbrella academy) saw his s/o's sh scars for the first time. no fresh cuts and the s/o is much more stable now but not totally.

Cuts as sharp as love | Five Hargreeves x gn!reader

Warnings: Self-harm

PS: I love you and if this happened to anyone here, I’m truly sorry and hope things are better now. My DMs are open 24/7 if you need to talk about really anything

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The sun hung high in the sky, its rays mercilessly casting down waves of heat that seemed to shimmer off the pavement. The air was thick and humid, making even the simplest of movements feel like a herculean effort. You and Five had retreated to the shaded sanctuary of the Umbrella Academy’s garden, seeking refuge from the blistering heat.

“Why is it so damned hot?” Five grumbled, pulling at the collar of his shirt. Despite his attempts to maintain his usual stoic demeanor, the heat was proving to be quite the adversary.

You chuckled softly, wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. “It’s summer, Five. That’s kind of how it works.”

He shot you a playful glare. “Very funny. Remind me to never trust you as my meteorologist.”

You laughed again, a sound that Five found strangely comforting. It was a rare moment of levity in their otherwise tumultuous lives.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t handle a little heat,” you teased, while a smirk played on your lips.

Five smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, I can handle plenty. Just wait until winter. Then we’ll see who’s complaining.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Deal.”

As the afternoon wore on, the oppressive heat showed no signs of relenting. You, in an attempt to cool off, decided to shed your outer layers, rolling up your sleeves without a second thought. It was an innocent enough action, one born out of sheer necessity rather than any conscious decision.

But as the fabric bunched up around your elbows, the scars were laid bare for the world to see. You crisscrossed your arms like a grotesque roadmap of pain and suffering, each mark telling a story of battles fought in the darkest corners of your mind.

Five’s eyes were immediately drawn to the scars. His usually sharp, calculating gaze softened as he took in the sight before him. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen them, but he never pryed hoping he was mistaken, but each glimpse was a painful reminder of the struggles you had endured.

You followed his gaze, your eyes widening in realization. Panic set in, your heart racing as you hastily tried to roll your sleeves back down.

“Five, I—” you started, your voice quiet.

But he was already at your side, his hands gently covering yours. “It’s okay,” he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. “You don’t have to hide them from me.”

You looked up at him growing a tad bit unsure what to do. “I forgot,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to…”

He shook his head, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. “You don’t need to explain. I’m here. I’m always here.”

You both sat in silence for a few moments, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Five’s face had one question only written all over his features. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you knew was going to be a difficult conversation.

“Five, I… I’m not that person,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m more stable now… well not totally, but much better”

Five’s expression softened even further, his eyes filled with a mixture of empathy and understanding. “I’m glad,” he said gently. “You don’t need to hide them.”

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any sign of doubt or judgment. But all you found was unwavering support and love.

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to carry my burdens,” you continued, your voice breaking a bit. “You’ve been through so much already. You don’t need to deal with my issues too.”

Five shook his head, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “We’re in this together,” he said firmly. “Your burdens are my burdens. Your struggles are my struggles. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He pulls you into a hug “Thank you,” you whispered. “For everything.”

Five pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Always,” he murmured. “I’ll always be here for you.”

[sukoji]

part. 1 it's here!

you walk behind him, you are in the garden walking through the large field, sukuna sits in the middle of the field and looks at the starry sky, his face still serious, but thoughtful. you sit next to him looking at him confused, but he doesn't say a word for a long time and you sigh, making a move to get up and leave, but he captures your hand with his, which is three times the size

then he starts talking while looking you in the eyes, his deep, hoarse voice resonating, making you shiver as always, but in a good way

“he looked at you in a way he should never have looked at you and it pissed me off and yes i broke that bastard's face and i will not apologize for it”

you had already gotten used to sukuna's possessiveness and hitting guys or threatening them for looking at you too much no longer surprised you at all, besides there was no damage and the guy is alive. fortunately or not.

omg, i'm picking up sukuna's habits!

laugh and look at him for a moment and mutter

“what? you think i got mad because you hit a guy? really?”

sukuna looks at you and grumbles impatiently

“if it wasn’t that, then what was it? tell me, woman.”

you snort and cross your arms looking forward and mumbling softly, almost inaudible “you...forgot...our...anniversary”

“i forgot what? come on, speak louder”

he speaks and takes your chin directing your head towards him so that you look him in the eyes, he remains serious as he looks at you attentively

“our anniversary...together, our wedding anniversary sukuna”

you remain silent, the date was important to you, the day you joined your lives forever and it was also the happiest day of your life and seeing that he forgot hurt you.

he remains still as his fingers stroke your chin and he looks you in the eyes in analysis and then he speaks

“i'm sorry for forgetting this day, dear.”

you had already gotten used to the affectionate nickname that sukuna calls you since you got married, but hearing his apology for the first time made your heart race

“you...what?”

you mumble stutteringly as you look at him with wide eyes which makes him chuckle slightly to the side and his grip on your chin tightens and he pulls you closer and with his face close to yours he murmurs hoarsely

“i said i’m sorry, little wife.”

he murmurs and you sigh lifting your chin to him like an instinct and murmur softly

“i’ll forgive you, if you reward me”

he raises his eyebrow, but laughs at your demand and takes your little face in his hands and murmurs

“and what does my little wife want? hm?”

you pretend to think for a moment and as a habit a pout forms on your lips catching sukuna's gaze on them and it takes all his control not to take them right there, since you have been denied kisses to him.

“hmmm, a romantic dinner, just the two of us. a night for us!”

he smiles sideways with your animation when speaking and brings his lips closer to yours and murmurs on your lips before attacking them with a hungry kiss

“whatever you want, dear”

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ps. i'm sorry if it didn't turn out so well, It was my first time writing something about my baby sukuna! 😭

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a list of some spring movies/series 🌷

spring is here!! and so is your friendly neighbourhood little organisation freak of a goblin to give you a list of some spring movies and series. as always, just close your eyes and point somewhere on this little list, or even put the numbers in a generator and go with whatever the result is ♡

summer | autumn | winter

🐝 ‧₊˚ ⋅ movies ⋅˚₊‧

mary poppins (1964)

the sound of music (1965)

aristocats (1970)

alla vi barn i bullerbyn (1986)

my neighbour totoro (1988)

kiki's delivery service (1989)

a league of their own (1992)

the secret garden (1993)

pride and prejudice (1995/2005)

whisper of the heart (1995)

clueless (1995)

my best friend’s wedding (1997)

parent trap (1998)

10 things i hate about you (1999)

notting hill (1999)

she's all that (1999)

but i’m a cheerleader (1999)

bring it on (2000)

miss congeniality (2000)

spiritied away (2001)

the wedding planner (2001)

legally blonde (2001)

princess diaries (2001 + 2004)

spy kids (2001-2003)

maid in manhatten (2002)

bend it like beckham (2002)

tuck everlasting (2002)

school of rock (2003)

how to lose a guy in 10 days (2003)

something’s gotta give (2003)

13 going on 30 (2004)

finding neverland (2004)

howl’s moving castle (2004)

saving face (2004)

the notebook (2004)

imagine me and you (2005)

nanny mcphee (2005)

penelope (2006)

miss potter (2006)

step up (2006)

she’s the man (2006)

bridge to terabithia (2007)

enchanted (2007)

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stardust (2007)

ps i love you (2007)

wild child (2008)

made of honour (2008)

ondine (2009)

bride wars (2009)

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tangled (2010)

leap year (2010)

easy a (2010)

from up on poppy hill (2011)

jane eyre (2011)

crazy, stupid, love (2011)

what to expect when you’re expecting (2012)

remember sunday (2013)

saving mr banks (2013)

about time (2013)

now you see me (2013 + 2016)

love, rosie (2014)

testament of youth (2014)

kingsman (2014-)

paddington (2014 + 2017)

far from the madding crowd (2015)

burnt (2015)

brooklyn (2015)

cinderella (2015)

the man from u.n.c.l.e. (2015)

lady chatterley's lover (2015/2022)

creed franchise (2015-2023)

me before you (2016)

mother’s day (2016)

this beautiful fantastic (2016)

the light between oceans (2016)

paterson (2016)

how to be single (2016)

hidden figures (2016)

gifted (2017)

dunkirk (2017)

ocean’s eight (2018)

life itself (2018)

peter rabbit (2018)

christopher robin (2018)

tomb raider (2018)

set it up (2018)

crazy rich asians (2018)

spider-verse movies (2018-)

1917 (2019)

the art of racing in the rain (2019)

can you keep a secret? (2019)

booksmart (2019)

someone great (2019)

endings, beginnings (2019)

emma (2020)

enola holms (2020-)

the last letter from your lover (2021)

the world to come (2021)

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little house on the prairie (1974-1983)

moomin valley (1990-1992)

greys anatomy (2005-)

gossip girl (2007-2012)

skins (2007-2013)

the great british bake off (2010-)

new girl (2011-2018)

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the fosters (2013-2018)

the 100 (2014-2020)

jane the virgin (2014-2019)

outlander (2014-)

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poldark (2015-2019)

critical role (2015-)

howards end (2017)

girlboss (2017)

she's gotta have it (2017-2019)

the bold type (2017-2021)

mr. sunshine (2018)

queer eye (2018-)

crash landing into you (2019)

the witcher (2019-)

dickinson (2019-2021)

sex education (2019-2023)

bridgerton (2020-)

ted lasso (2020-2023)

nevertheless (2021)

abbott elementary (2021-)

flatshare (2022)

[milliesfishes]

please please please Millie can we have someting where Billy is watching reader being so good with children (and people in general, like, she's so sweet) and he's like "that's it. i'm leaving everything behind and making that woman my WIFE and the MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN" pls he'd be so enamoured with herrr ♥

ps: it's okay if you don't want to do it ♥ i love everything you do!

this is so cute plzz thank you anon <3 ౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly is enamored with you౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

Your presence was sunshine and rain, creating a wonder of nature's rarity. Everything about you shone so brightly that Billy wondered how the angels hadn't swept down long ago to claim you back as one of their own. Like ivy, you crawled over the walls of the hearts of everyone, enchanting them and planting your flower in the thorniest of gardens.

He was privileged beyond the wiles of men to be allowed to fall in love with you so completely. You consumed him, crept into every waking thought and every resting dream. Billy fancied himself a changeling around you, willing to morph into whatever you needed. Fortunately for him, you only wanted to be one thing: himself.

Proving he was the luckiest soul in existence, you sook his arms often, sheathing yourself in them. Gentle kisses and mountains of cuddles often ensued, as he requested you tell him about your day.

Wrinkling your nose adorably, you always said, "I haven't done anything terribly interesting today."

"Tell me anyways," he smiled, taking you by the waist and setting you atop his hips. You giggled, hands bracing on his knees behind you as you leaned back. His big hands found a place in the crease between your thigh and calf, thumbs rubbing your knees.

Of course you would give in, face lighting up in the way he always hoped it would. Truthfully, it wasn't the content of your day he was eager to hear, but the way you told it. You could breathe life into the most mundane of topics, his beautiful girl.

You were the silver lining to the storm cloud of his roughened life, worth beyond your weight in gold. The kind of face men went to war for and wrote poetry of love in wax sealed letters back to. And you were somehow his.

The ring looped on a ribbon and wrapped in a handkerchief stowed away in a place of safety had been yours from the first moment your lips touched his. It had been his beloved mother's, a token of her undying love that she'd passed on to him, telling him to keep it safe for a girl who kept his heart safe. You fit this description and exceeded it.

Though the life of an outlaw was hardly appropriate for such a beauty from the inside out, he found that he could hardly unglue himself from you. Forget water and air- he needed you. You were love in physical form, a skyful of stars bound beneath the skin of a woman. The earth in bloom, all that was good in this world. You were entrancing in every possible way, tied with a ribbon and edged in lace like an embroidered gift tailored to him.

Your utter sweetness never failed to swath him in joy. As of now, he had been packing his recent purchases in his saddlebags when you caught his eye as you always did, acting as his north star.

Surrounded by people as always, you were chattering excitedly, making big gestures with your hands. The eyes of those listening were alight with wonder, and he couldn't help but smile at the sight. Your very existence was captivating.

Then a little girl approached you, tugging on your skirt. You got to your knees so you were at her level, ignoring the dust that settled on your skirt. Shyly, the girl held out a handful of wild daisies to you.

Gasping, a hand flew to your heart as you accepted the gift, and you said something to her with a darling smile brightening your face. Plucking a daisy from your bunch, you tucked it behind the little girl's ear, much to her delight. She giggled and retreated back into the crowd.

Mesmerized, Billy leaned against his horse in a daze. Your pure natural sweet nature and love for the world and everything in it was inspiring. You were a rare patch of sunlight in life's darkness indeed, one that he'd been most fortunate to stumble upon.

Heralded by your divine presence, Billy's sense of time slowed. His surroundings blurred as his vision centered on you as the light at the end of the tunnel. He knew. He knew you were everything good in this life, that the very stars spelled your name in the heavens. He knew that after the tumultuous years on the run, you were the very best life would gift him. You were the very best anyone could be gifted.

He saw a vision right then of you, belly swelling with his child, hand adorned with his mother's ring and standing on the porch of a house he built for you. His wife. The mother of his child. Oh, the words tasted sweeter in his mouth the more he tried them out.

The crowd dispersed, and when Billy looked up, you were alone, twirling your gift of flowers between your fingers. The roseate picture you struck was like lightning in his heart. The organ had roamed near and far in search of a place to settle and call home, edging the Fate's will of survival. You were the answer.

His heartbeat pulsed as his feet moved, emotion guiding his movements. Nearly stumbling, his hands found your waist, arms engulfing you as he lifted you off your feet and brought his lips to yours.

"Mmph!" Your surprised noise was cut off by him again, mouth hungry and fervent for you. All of you. Your arms twined around his neck, and you smiled into the kiss. The brim of his hat bumped your head and he tilted his head back briefly, letting it fall behind him before he returned to you, pressing kiss after kiss to your delighted, awaiting mouth. Maybe it was a bit much for a public setting, but he hardly cared.

He lavished tiny pecks on your puckered lips, bringing you down from the high of it. When Billy pulled back, he didn't put you down, instead gazing into your eyes and watching you in the afterglow of the kiss.

You nudged your nose against his, one of your feet popping up as he held fast to you, slightly swaying back and forth. "What's this all about?"

"Can't I kiss the woman I love for no reason?" Billy grinned, securing one arm under your bottom to hold you better. The other remained at your waist.

A content smile overtook you, and your fingers tangled lightly in the curls at the nape of his neck. "My love...I would believe you if you hadn't swooped across the square with that look in your eyes."

"Hmm," he hummed, nuzzling his nose to your neck and burying a kiss there. "I should tell you what I'm thinkin' shouldn't I?"

"I'd like that," you lifted your chin merrily, leaning your forehead against his briefly. Your touch was his nectar of his life, and if it pleased you, he would drink long past overindulgence.

"Well," he began, the hand at your waist rising to cup your cheek, shifting the one at your bottom to support you. "I think I'm gonna marry you."

"Really?" you giggled, kissing his nose. "You want to marry me?"

"Wanna marry you 'n have a baby." He pressed a smattering of kisses across your cheeks. "And spend the whole rest of my damn life with you cause you're my girl and I ain't ever lettin' you go."

"Oh!" Your lips found his again, and he eyed you tenderly afterwards. Unable to quell your joyful smile, you asked with a starlike twinkle in both eyes, "You really want that with me?"

"More 'n anythin' darlin'," he promised, lips finding your forehead. "Sweetest girl...I love you so much."

Billy set you back on your feet, straightening your dress and pulling a flower from the bunch you still held in your hand and tucking it behind your ear just as you'd done with the little girl. "You'll make our little ones daisy chains, won'tcha?"

Nodding eagerly, your eyes seemed unable to leave his. Billy took your free hand in his and knelt to pick up his hat and hit it against his side to knock the dust off. Once it was satisfactory, he dropped it on your head, pulling it playfully over your eyes for a moment before knocking the brim back up.

"I've got somethin' to give ya when we get home," he promised, kissing your temple and thinking of the ring hidden beneath the floorboards. "Somethin' special."

"Can't wait." You kissed his cheek and he guided you over to the horse hand in hand.

He'd never been more excited to get down on one knee before.

[shitsndgiggs]

can you do an Arda Güler story where Arda and y/n fall in love but y/n's parents don't want them to be together so they leave so they can be together

PS. i love your's storys

EXPECTATIONS - ARDA GÜLER

In which your parents has set up an arranged marriage with someone else

Arda Güler x fem! reader

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I stood at the edge of the garden, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I watched the stars shimmer above.

It was supposed to be a time of celebration, but I felt trapped.

My parents had arranged my marriage to someone I barely knew, someone who didn't hold my heart. My heart belonged to Arda.

I met Arda at a mutual friend's gathering a few months back. His laughter had a way of lighting up the room, and his eyes, deep and soulful, seemed to hold a universe of their own.

We had clicked instantly, our shared interests and dreams weaving a bond that was hard to ignore.

But now, standing in the shadow of my family's expectations, that bond felt like a fragile thread, ready to snap at any moment.

My phone buzzed, a message from Arda lighting up the screen.

Arda: Are you okay?

Me: Not really.

Arda: We need to talk. Can you sneak out for a bit?

Me: I can't leave the house. But we can text.

Arda: Y/N, we can't keep living like this. We need to take control of our own future.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I typed my response.

Me: But how? My parents will never understand.

Arda: We leave. Tonight. Pack your bags.

I stared at his message, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through me.

Could I really do this? Could I leave everything behind for a chance at happiness with Arda?

Me: Are you sure?

Arda: Yes. I love you, Y/N. We deserve to be happy. We deserve to be together.

When everyone had gone to bed, I packed my bags quietly, careful not to wake anyone.

The house was eerily silent, the only sound the ticking of the clock in the hallway.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed again.

Arda: I'm outside. Take your time, but hurry.

I took a deep breath, giving my room one last glance before grabbing my bags and slipping out of the house.

My heart raced as I made my way to the front door, every creak of the floorboards sending a jolt of fear through me.

The cool night air hit my face as I stepped outside, my heart racing.

I spotted Arda's car parked a few houses down. He was waiting, just like he said he would be.

I hurried over, my bags feeling heavier with each step. As soon as I reached the car, Arda jumped out, taking the bags from me and loading them into the trunk.

He pulled me into a tight embrace, his warmth and the scent of his cologne enveloping me.

"We're doing this," he whispered into my hair. "We're really doing this."

We drove in silence for a while, the city lights fading into the distance.

The weight of our decision hung in the air, but so did a sense of freedom. After a while, I broke the silence.

"Where will we go?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I have a friend in another city," he replied. "We can stay with him until we figure things out."

I nodded, feeling a strange mixture of fear and excitement.

Despite the uncertainty, there was a thrill in knowing we were taking this leap together.

We arrived at Arda's friend's place early in the morning. His friend, a kind-hearted man named Adam, welcomed us with open arms. "You're safe here," he assured us. "Take all the time you need."

The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions. We found an apartment and started to build our new life together.

It wasn't easy, but having Arda by my side made it all worthwhile. We leaned on each other, our love growing stronger with every passing day.

One evening, as we sat on the balcony of our new home, watching the sunset, Arda took my hand. "I know this hasn't been easy," he said softly. "But I promise you, we'll make it through. Together."

I smiled, squeezing his hand. "I believe you. And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

[eletricheart]

hiiii! I have a request for donna beneviento. I was hoping for her lover, the reader, to show up to donna's house like normal, but they are sick with the flu. When donna asks why reader came, reader says that they dont care if they're sick or not, they just want to see donna <3 cue donna being a flustered mess, but then panicking internally when reader lets out a particularly harsh cough. Just some fluffy caretaking if you wouldnt mind, thank youuuuu :) (maybe if you're feeling like writing a longer fic, you could make reader have a fever-induced nightmare, and donna is the only thing that can calm reader))

Fever

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 882

ps: ty for the request hope u like it🫶

ps2: not proofread

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Winter was finally over but the sudden change of temperature was enough to get you sick for a week. Usually you'd stay at home resting however every week you would have a home date with Donna.

Hence why you were walking towards her front porch looking like an Arctic scavenger. The dollmaker was surprised to see your attire but didn't pay much mind until she went to greet you.

You were shaking a little but still removed the mask to smile at her. "Sorry I'm late, my stomach wasn't kind this morning."

Donna nodded and ushered you in, getting concerned with how red your face was. "Are you okay?"

You nodded enthusiastically, supporting yourself with the now closed door due to the rapid movement. "Yeah! Just got a bit of a flu, nothing to worry about."

The dollmaker tensed for a moment, silently commanding her dolls to prepare some tea and bring blankets to the living room. "You should've stayed at home, it's dangerous to walk around sick! What were you thinking?" She questioned, leading you to the room.

You sighed. "I haven't seen you this week. I would rather face a thousand winters then stay away from you for so long. Please forgive me." You said, pouting.

Donna was thankful for wearing her veil, so you couldn't see how flustered she became with just one sentence. "Th-That's nonsense, you don't need to ask for forgiveness. But…next time, just call me."

You laughed. "I will."

After successfully trapping you in a world of blankets, Donna lit the fireplace and sat beside you. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You tried to answer but a sudden cough took place so you just nodded while trying to breathe.

You were still okay, you got used to the coughing after the second sick day. However, for Donna you were on death's door. The dollmaker could feel her heart racing, her hands trembling and her eye feeling with tears.

She practically ran off the room leaving your confused self drowning in blankets.

Donna returned with more pillows, some plants from her garden that were for good health, tea, water, a bowl with water and some towels. She even called Mother Miranda, who assured her that in five minutes a crow would leave some medicine at the door.

You were watching her set up a small hospital on the center table with a gentle smile. "Donna, it's okay, I'm not dying, I promise."

The dollmaker shook her head. "You're sick, I need to take your temperature."

You nodded weakly, feeling the hands of Morpheus trying to carry you into the dream world.

Donna was slightly shaking but still managed to check your temperature and breathing. "You have a bit of a fever, I believe Mother will bring some medicine. You should drink some water."

You nodded and drank half a glass of water, settling back down on the couch, in a lying position. "Where's Angie? I thought she'd be trying to steal the blankets from me by now."

Donna chuckled. "I had to lock her in my room. When she heard you were sick she stole a syringe and claimed she'd turn you into her bioweapon."

You laughed, still coughing at the end, but less intensely. However you noticed the dollmaker stiff posture. "I just need to sleep for a second, then it'll be good again."

Donna nodded, kissed your forehead and stood up, getting ready to cool the bowl of water. But she was stopped by you holding her arm before she moved too far. "Please don't leave me, I don't like to be alone."

Donna smiled and removed her veil to lay down more comfortably beside you.

The Lady had only moved away for a few minutes in order to receive Mother Miranda's package, suddenly she heard a scream and rushed back to you.

You were still sitting on the couch, but your face was marked with tears and your entire body felt like it was burning alive. You vision was still blurry from sleep and even though you tried to breathe it felt as if no air was going inside.

Donna approached you gently, trying to not make things worse but the second you saw her you jumped towards the woman and hugged her tight. She guided you back to the couch, not once breaking the embrace.

You curled on her and kept attempting on calming down. She was drawing soothing patterns on your back, humming lowly and controlling her breathing so you could immitate.

It took at least fifteen minutes for you to calm down, holding her as if she was your only connecting with reality.

Donna waited until your breathing had evened to speak. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked, gently.

You took a deep breath before nodding. "I had a nightmare…I-I don't exactly remember what happened, just the feeling. Then I woke up and you weren't here anymore. I guess I panicked." You closed your eyes tightly and snuggled yourself even more against Donna.

The dollmaker allowed you to lay on her, pulling some of the blankets that fell and covering you. "I'm sorry, I won't leave again."

You nodded. "Promise?"

"Promise."

Your body relaxed and soon enough you fell asleep, knowing that Donna was there to protect you against anything.

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[nidhi-writes]

Divine Love - Andal and her Ranga - Part 1

Note: The edit below is mine. However, I do not own the images in it; only the idea and collage of the edit and its output are mine. PS: don't repost as yours.

Her eyes stayed on the figure of her lover, who is the perfection that this world has built on, not the perfection that can't be measured.

Her trembling hands did a final knot of the garland that shines like gold, as it shines on her golden face. The flowers of the garlands thank her, and they feel blessed that they are plucked by the hands of Lakshmi and threaded gently with the utmost concentration. Even having a touch of her is the most blessed thing that day. To be healed by the hands that shower blessing to her devotees, to be smelled by the nose that adorns the diamond piercing that shines under her perfect nose.

She finished with her garland, walked in front of a mirror, and stood there with a look of ache and longing as her eyes envisioned the vision she saw last night—the vision that took her breath away, the one that caused a stir in her stomach as she once again remembered her lover's face, her Swamy, who stood before her as she held a flower garland and mirrored his look, just like how she was now.

She chuckled tearfully as her mirror image transformed into the one who captured her heart, the one who resides in it. The thief he is, the lover he is, the handsome one he is, the one whose perfection can never be measured.

Her Ranga, her Swamy, her lover, her husband and everything.

Her hands raised as she placed the garland on her neck. Once again, she saw that she was not standing alone, but he was right beside her. Not only that, they were standing as the people behind them bowed as the 1000 elephants trumpeted and the sky showered; he took her hands in his and caressed her as she slowly rested her head where it was supposed to be all along his heart.

And with that, Andal, the beautiful and divine girl, sang as her lips quivered with the longing for her Ranga and how he comes for their marriage, how he would be welcomed..He is coming for their marriage in her vision as she sings to the lonely butterfly flying through her garden.

வாரண மாயிரம் சூழவ லம்செய்து, நாரண நம்பி நடக்கின்றா னென்றெதிர், பூரண பொற்குடம் வைத்துப் புறமெங்கும், தோரணம் நாட்டக் கனாக்கண்டேன் தோழீநான்

Explanation:

Oh, my dear Sakhi! I had this wonderful dream; I saw Narayan (Sri Ranganathan), surrounded by thousands of elephants, going around Sri Villiputtur. My father, Periyazhvar, and the village's citizens are ready to extend a grand welcome to him with purna kumbhams placed on their heads. The village is decorated with toranams (streamers)to mark the festive occasion.

taglist: @ahamasmiyodhah @vishnavishivaa @whippersnappersbookworm @willkatfanfromasia @prettykittytanjiro @tranquilsightseer

[yaatrickyassification]

My Guardian angel

Synopsis: Waking up in one of the games you have played and simped for is equally draining both physically and mentally, especially when its characters have attached themselves to you.

[ Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto x fem! Reader ]

Word count: 3,886

TW: Mentions of dying, drowning, swearing, repetition of words, grammar mistakes, and not proofread.

PS: I have not played twisted wonderland for a long time, so I might get things wrong.

It was terrifying, the way water ran up to your nostrils entirely clogging it up in its presence. The flailing of your limbs in the dark ocean and in the corner of your mind you can imagine a small or a large hand making its way out of the depths of the sea, their clawed and pale white fingers tightly clutching onto your flailing ankles as you try with all of your might to swim, swim, swim, up towards the sea, to live and not to drown. And yet the hand never lets go even during your struggles.

It stays, and it’s there. Anchoring and slowly pulling you into the deep depths of the ocean with no mercy. You can vaguely hear shouts of your name in the distance, but with the way the water clogs up your nose and your mouth and everything. You can’t seem to bring it in you to care nor to think, the only thing your body can do is flail and flail around just to survive. Survive.

You open your eyes and you can see black tar rising to the sea surface as the dark substance washes over your drowning figure, covering your eyesight like a warm blanket during winter nights. And then you inhale a sharp intake of breath that leaves you wondering and confused.

I can breathe?

And then you’re opening your eyes as the water that seems to entirely close off your figure was now out of the way, and you came upon the sight of a world, a world so familiar, so pixelated, and beautiful, twisted wonderland.

Riddle Rosehearts:

"As long as you obey the rules of the Queen of Hearts, you're always welcome at Heartslabyul."

Riddle was nothing but a small child but then at that time, his small little fingers trembled in unease as his blueish-gray eyes shook furiously. It was his daily time of sneaking out of his bedroom during his break hours and going to Trey’s home to either play or eat sweets, but the loud thud startled him awake from his happy train of thought and he immediately thought about his mother, did she find out?

But what he didn’t expect to find in the courtyard of his home was a fourteen or was she fifteen? a year old girl? Inside the garden of his home, is she dead? Riddle tries to steady his breathing as he makes his way to you. His fingers gently poke at your side and he immediately backs away from your cold body, oh my god she is dead.

Riddle was about to scream and let out the most horrified and body-shaking yell he had ever ripped out of his mouth for the duration of his ten years of life, because oh sevens, did he just see a dead body fall out of the literal sky? And so, he did, his mouth opened wide as tears were about to fall from the corner of his eyes but he stopped as his eyes feast upon a small twitch of your finger.

And a groan, then the fluttering of your eyelids, and Riddle can finally see that you’re alive and… well? And you almost screamed as your eyes feast upon a young riddle that looks exactly like every fanart you have seen in the twisted wonderland fandom.

Your mouth and eyes were wide open but stopped as you saw the light tremble of the child in front of you and the look of horror in his eyes at the thought of any one of you making noise, and it came to your mind immediately. His childhood, that fucking mother-

And you seethe in silent fury, “you should go now, you don’t want to keep your mother waiting.” Riddle nodded furiously and went back towards where his room was located but stopped as he faced you and tilted his head curiously, “how did you know?” 

“I’m like your guardian angel, you can say that.” You have decided, you will adopt this child and take him out of his mother’s teachings even if it means crawling through hell and back because no way you’re letting your favorite character suffer right in front of you. And he gazes up at you with a small flush on his cheeks and he mutters, “a guardian angel…” 

The first few weeks were awkward, to say the least, you have known that Riddle was socially awkward and have not known social cues thanks to his fucked-up childhood, but it was hard to experience intense staring from a child who looks like he would dissect you the very second. You had asked him once and the child spluttered and his hand's fumbled all around him before finally letting out his question that was bothering him for weeks: “Where’re your wings?” And you facepalmed. How can this child be so cute?

The first thing that you have found out is that you have magical powers. Amazing, right? Teleportation and the other thing, you can’t quite describe it. Riddle had once tried to introduce you to Trey and Chenya and you were excited because wow, a meeting between characters, but who would have known that Trey and Chenya can’t see any bits or pieces of your existence? You comforted Riddle at that time.

(“Are you really real? Or are you just a figment of my imagination?” Riddle let out quiet sobs that break your heart into millions of pieces, “I am, why wouldn’t I be?” And Riddle quietly mutters out a small: My friends can’t see you. And you sigh, “you can see me, right?” He nods, “Didn’t I tell you? I’m your guardian angel, I will always be real.”)

When Riddle turned eleven you had the fantastic idea of stealing from his mother and giving him all of the sweets, you can buy from the town, (you dropped off the money on the counters, don’t worry. You have very high moral ethics.) He smiles as he looks at the dozens of strawberry tarts that you have bought, he will not ask about where’d you get the money because he has an inkling of where you’ve got it from. Bonus, you told him stories about your world and he loves it.

And when he got inside Night Raven College, you have expected him to burst and immediately confront a student who was eating burgers on a Wednesday because you were sure that the game mentioned a passing law like that, but he just… stared and sigh before sitting down in the cafeteria table with you beside him, (no one can still notice you.) You didn’t know how much of an impact your teachings were on him than his mother’s, which Riddle was thankful for.

You have expected it once, that you can’t fight canon. You don’t know where you went wrong but one phone call from his mother was the only thing needed and Riddle was back to his in-game persona, shit happens and he over blotted, you watch in horror as the seventeen-year-old boy now drenched in black tar, his screams were painful and forcefully wrenched out of his throat. “[y/n]! [y/n]! Please, where are you? I’m right! Aren’t I? I’m always right! You said it yourself, where is my guardian angel? Show yourself!” And the monster behind his back lets out a monstrous roar. 

You curse and your mind swirling with thoughts that you can’t even manage to understand before finally moving to another, your head was running at full speed that you didn’t even manage to notice the sprouting wings on your backs nor the shock gasps on everyone’s faces, and you felt it, deep down your soul, you were noticed.

And before you knew it your body was running (flying?) towards the boy you have raised (fuck his mother) and he stares at your figure with wide and hurried eyes and extended his arms out to you like a cub asking for his mother, “[y/n]!” And you met him in a hug that was very much so needed.

You can feel the black tar weighing and taint deep down to your white wings that are almost turning the opposite of their original color but you don't care, all you can think about is the boy in front of you, your son, your brother, your only family.

“Hey, hey! I’m here Riddle, don’t worry. I’m your guardian angel, aren’t I?”

Leona Kingscholar:

"I don't even have time to sleep."

The sun was burning as always in the desert and all Leona needs is a peaceful and uneventful nap under the large tree of Sunset Savanna, who would have known that he would come across a girl that looks older than his age (maybe fifteen years old?) with white wings spreading out of her back and curling around her figure like a protective cocoon.

And she was wet. Dripping wet, he might add. The dry land of the Sunset Savanna was wet and all muddy now due to her dripping wings and white clothing and he scoffs before making his way to you and crouching down to watch your stable breathing and your peaceful features.

“Hey, lady, are you okay?” If it were a man, he would have kicked him and growled at him threateningly for taking his space but Leona was raised to be a respectful man towards women, what a king.

Leona sighs before reaching out a hand and stopping, hesitation seen in his eyes. Right, his magic. He’s not into turning strangers into sand the first time they meet. Leona stares and stares and stares, before getting up and trying to call someone for help. But if something unexpected happens, you surely need to expect the unexpected.

“Your highness… Please excuse my rudeness, but this servant of yours can’t see the person you’re asking for help for.” Leona grumbles and points toward your sleeping figure, “she’s right there.” He points to you but to the servant’s peripheral view, it was just wet ground. “I’m sorry your highness but—” Leona growls and puts his hands up to the sky, “augh no matter, get out of my sight.” 

Leona stares at your sleeping figure before sighing and getting up from his seat, if no one will take care of you then he’ll just scurry the fuck out of here. He turns to face you for a few minutes before leaving.

You woke up to the feeling of a towel covering your entire figure and a note fluttering gently in the wind before falling right in front of you, ‘take care of yourself and pay me back after, herbivore. I don’t know what birds of your kind eat.’ Birds? You turn to your back and let out a gasp as white holy wings fill your vision, and is that a salad bowl right beside you? 

For the first few weeks, Leona hadn’t visited you even once. Though, he would sometimes enter a dreamy state and think about the girl he had given food and a towel once (very unbefitting of the second prince) but then he would shake his head rapidly, terribly confusing his royal tutor. Why am I thinking about that bird?

And yet, his body finds himself running toward the tree he has seen you. A bowl of salad and another fresh towel in hand because what if you were wet again? He doesn’t want you catching a cold— ahem, he doesn’t want you wetting the ground he’s sleeping on.

And the only thing that you can do as Leona stops in front of you with his intimidating thirteen-year-old body was gape because is that Leona Kingscholar in the flesh? and in the corner of your eyes you can see the wisps of sand fluttering around the salad bowl and towel, even Leona notices it too as he immediately lets go of the things he has brought and shove them into your hands.

“Here, take it.” You didn’t pay any mind to the trembling of his fingers, and something inside of you sparks your thinking. I won’t turn to sand, right? And you reach out to hold his tightly trembling hands, you watch as his face contorts to horror and disbelief as he tries to swat your hand away from his, “you what are you doing?!— Do you want to die?” And you smiled as you felt the wisps of sand calm down under your touch.

“You— how.” He looked at your non-disintegrating figure and calmed down under your fingertips, “you— what’s your name?” You smiled, “[y/n] [l/n], your highness. Oh, and please, I’m not a bird, I think so.”

“Then, what are you?” “a guardian angel, maybe?” He furrows his brows, “are you dumb?”

And ever since then, Leona had taken time out of his royally busy day to spend time with you, you should be honored he said.

You especially love your wings; you can fly and do tricks in the air that you can’t do before. You have tried to take Leona flying with you at one time but was greeted with a gentle swat of his hands, (he isn’t much scared of touching you now) but you still force him to fly with you and he looks at you with such a murderous look, you were scared for a second. But the way his eyes light up and his hands trying to touch the clouds with a peaceful serene smile on his face, lets you know that he was enjoying it.

When he turned fourteen, you were greeted by a slap by the door as he hurriedly went inside his room, his pristine white clothing now stained with food and drinks, and with the way he tried to stifle his sobs and his low growls tells you exactly what happened during that birthday party, you manage to coax him to tell you who were the ones that did this to him.

Safe to say, Leona wakes up the next day that four noble families got banned from Sunset Savanna for the crimes of being disrespectful to a royal. Leona stares at you suspiciously for the whole day, he was grateful but won’t tell you.

And when the time for the spell drive tournament comes around the corner, you watch so intently as Leona scores every goal and defense towards his opponents, he was crushing it that you almost hope that Malleus won’t come and take this boy away from the spotlight he should have ever since he was a kid.

And you smiled as Leona was given the championship trophy and the best player of the game medal, and Leona turned to look in your direction with adoration in his eyes and a thankful smile, “thank you,” he mutters. You just hope that he won’t over-blot.

He over-blotted, fuck. You didn’t take into account the fact that Malleus Draconia can see you, you thought a nice conversation would be good with the man because come on, he was one of your favorite characters too, and Leona might have… Found out some way, you let out a curse as a sand tornado encloses you in, “don’t worry [y/n], I’ll let you out soon, I just need to take care of some pests.” You want to smack him in the head.

And you can feel the world pulling and closing you in and their whispers of: come on, it’s time to leave. You don’t belong here. Like hell, you were leaving the man who you spent your teen years and have fallen in love with.

And you can feel the fire, fire so scorching that it can burn up the entire world into ashes. And the sandstorm surrounding you is littered with flames and Leona turns to look at you with wide bewildered eyes, in the background you can hear Lilia shouting things that consist of: “an archangel?” your identity crisis of being a bird has finally been solved, thanks, grandpa.

It was time to bring your boyfriend back to sanity.

Your eyes glowed gold in color as you wrapped your wings around the tired lion who had just finished over-blotting, thank God, or sevens. Ruggie turns to you with an indiscernible expression on his face, “you were real?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Like, I mean I can’t see you, so, I thought Leona was kind of delusional once aha—”

“Well, it defeats the purpose of being a guardian angel of Leona if you can see me, right?”

(Omake:

Falena receiving threatening messages from a so-called guardian angel: What the fuck is this bullshit. Let me follow this.)

Azul Ashengrotto:

"This is just… spectacular!"

When Azul first laid his eyes on you, he was bewildered. He hasn’t seen a mermaid in these parts and surely mermaids with wings. This was his first experience of meeting a winged mermaid, his parents told him once in his bedtime stories that a Mélusine can grant you wishes if you have ever stumbled upon them once. And he is very excited to get those wishes.

He lets out a toothy smile as his eight tentacles crawled through the ground to reach the slumbering mermaid, her white wings curling around her like a protective cocoon. Pretty, Azul suddenly has the urge to touch the mermaid’s wings. It can be his first wish, he reasoned with himself. And his stubby little fingers reach out to your wings gently and sacredly, as if he was handling a precious artifact from the sea. And a touch was form, feather, and skin. You woke up in a dark place and all you can think about is drowning—

You were breathing so harshly, your vision splashed with dark spots as you felt like you were drowning, and you can’t breathe— Really? Is this how you die a second time? By drowning again? And your fingers made their way to your neck, tightly clutching onto it like a lifeline, and a terrified small whisper made its way to your unhinged ears, then suddenly, you were waking up from the panic attack that seemed to consume you.

Your eyes wandered all over the place before finally focusing on a small octopus who was looking at you with terrified eyes, you can’t believe that you just literally traumatized a child with your panic attack. Then you’re spluttering, is that a young Azul Ashengrotto right in front of you? “Azul?” And Azul stood even more upright than before bowing his head at a thirty-degree angle.

“Y-yes! No! I meant; how do you know my name?” And before you could answer, the child gasps and points at your wings again. You were shocked as wings were sprouting at your back. “What the fuck— I— What is this?” You forgot that you have a child in front of you. He points and shouts: “wings! They’re very pretty!” You tilted your head to the side.

“Thank you?” Azul gasps and points at himself, “how did you know my name? Is it because you’re a Mélusine and came to grant my wishes?” “What’s a Mélusine?” Azul shyly grins before answering your question, “mermaids who have cool wings and cool tails!” He looks down at his tentacles with a bitter smile, “and they said you can grant wishes! So, can you—you grant my wish?” Quite ironic, since he was the one granting wishes the last time you played. You didn’t have the heart to refuse the young ten-year-old Azul so you nodded your head.

“Can—can we be friends?” He bowed, and this was the start of a blooming friendship between loners.

The first few weeks, Azul has brought you different foods that his family restaurant makes. You were grateful but you need to tell him to stop because he might make his family bankrupt with how much he’s giving you free food. “You might turn bankrupt with how much you’re giving me food.” Azul shakes his head, “no problem! Mom makes a lot of delicious food; we will never go bankrupt!” What… A positive child.

You dreaded the start of another school year, you watched as Azul slumped on your tail sadly, “what’s got you in the dumps?” You ask, “school, they’ll bully me about my tentacles again.” He grumbles as he grips your scaly flesh causing you to flinch and he immediately retracted his hand seeing your reaction.

“Sorry.” And he wilts before brightening up again and pointing at his tentacles, “can I make a wish? I want to have your tail.” You stared in horror at the man, will he go that far just to get accepted by society’s standards? You can feel the tears stinging your eyes but you paid no mind and held Azul’s cheeks gently.

“I won’t do it.” As if you can grant wishes, “I like you as Azul not whatever you wanted for yourself because you wanted to fit in, kids like them bully those who are different because they’re not unique they’re just inconsequential cogs in this game but you’re not, you’re perfect the way you are.” Azul cries in your chest as he lets out the insecurities deep inside his soul.

You’ve followed Azul once inside of his school (because you were a worried mother hen) to find him shouting at his bullies telling them that they’re inconsequential cog pieces, oh my god.

And when he finally mastered his special magic, the first thing that he did was grant your wish just like how you have granted him his wish of being his friend, “I’ll have my wish granted at a later time.” Azul tilts his head to the side, “what will I show you then?” You smiled, “everything that you do impresses me.” Azul preens at that.

And when the time for Night Raven College, you cried as you spotted the legs you were familiar with, you were stuck with a tail for years. You fall on your butt as your legs wobble and Azul hurriedly helps you up, the both of you peacefully unaware of two sets of prying eyes. “So, this is the Mélusine you were talking about Azul?” Jade asks as Floyd grins, “she looks so fragile, can I hug her?” And Azul immediately came to your rescue by shielding you away from the tweels.

Sevens bless him by that, because man, the tweels sure are intimidating in real life. The Lord has mercy. Wait, did they just see you? You tilted your head to the side, and so did Azul, “you can see her?” The tweels look at each other with confusion clear on their faces and they nod their heads. Safe to say you were pulled into a lot of mischievous pranks because people can’t see you and they can get away from it.

You expected Azul to be in his in-game persona when he went to Night Raven College, but no. He was better, he grants wishes but asks for money instead of their weaknesses and strong magics. And he already implanted the point system that was only applied after his overblot in the monstro lounge. 

You cheered and hugged Azul as tightly as you can, because wow character development. The tweels watch in the background as their dorm leader gets assaulted by a frail winged mermaid, “Azul! I’m very proud.” Azul splutters as he tries to hide his blossoming cheeks in his fedora hat. “A—About what?!” You can’t tell him that everything went worse in another universe, so you smiled. “You grew up.” Azul huffs.

“Of course, hey, you didn’t make a wish yet. My offer still stands, but of course, since you’re my guardian Mélusine I won’t ask for any payment—”

[bloomingdarkgarden]

over the last two years I devoured all the fics I can find with Elain on ao3 (all differen't romances and ships) and I came to say your characterization of her is unparalleled. In notes you mentioned you work in nature and with plants and it is clear (🌿in the way nature is portrayed through her eyes🌿) Also with the unique exploration of the mysticism and magic she has, I can tell other writers are inspired by this. It really feels wrong to call this a "fic" because it is beyond that term, it better than many books I have read. The bloodleaf chapter was my favorite so far because of how vivid the autumn woodland scenes were, I will never forget those descriptions. I am totally stunned by the depth of storytelling you created in dark garden, truly I fear SJMs next book will fall short in my heart. So from one "botanical acolyte" as you say to another, we thank you for this gift.

Listen, darling anon. girls dont wanna have fun. Girls want to be cryptic and run wild in the deep dark woods and solve ancient misbegotten puzzles and touch moss with their bare feet ok. Elain Archeron is the vessel. I am merely the messenger.

In all sincerity, this is incredibly touching. I'm kissing you forever. Ps, Bloodleaf is also one of my favorite + most personal chapters so it really moves me that you feel that way 🥹

[tragedyofdevotion]

Love letter

This is a scenerio featuring Prince Reo from royalty au. My man is a simp for reader in this post.

PS. I made Chigiri in this au crossdress because he is sooo pretty and I love seeing pretty boys in maid uniform.

Your maid, Chigiri, beautiful lady you have ever seen. With the reddish pink hair which sparkled in the sun, her confident and attractive charm has always been the object of your admiration.

But it seems that even such a perfect lady has her problems. When you mentioned that her height is not less than the average men in the country, she made a bitter face.

Maybe she has a complex about being told that she looked like a guy. But you think there is nothing wrong with being strong and tall. She would make the most reliable maid ever.

In your mind though, you are thinking that it might be your overprotective brother who assigned her as your personal maid because he thought that the kind Isagi is not enough to protect you.

Not that there is any danger to be protected from, but you would like to thank his overprotectiveness for once since it allowed you to meet your best friend.

"Princess, gifts have been sent from Prince Reo. What would you like to do with them?"

You were having afternoon tea in your personal rose garden when said maid delivered the message.

"I don't need them. Do whatever you want," you said with a slight frown, feeling unpleasant to hear about your fiance.

"Understood, I still store them accordingly. And there ere is a also letter addressed to you," your maid added as she handed you the rose scented letter.

When you sighed audibly, your maid took pity of you and asked, "Shall I burn it?"

"Yes, burn it," is what you would like to say but no matter how much you hate your fiance, he still is a prince and you, being the princess of a country, cannot recklessly dispose words of the neighboring state.

"Thank you for being considerate, Chi-chan. But it is ok. I will read it. Can you please bring it to me?"

When you said with a small and tired smile, Chigiri walked up to you and handed you the rose scented letter.

Your mind relaxed a little bit due to the scent of your favorite flower but it still weighted heavily in your hands.

Really you cannot understand why the Prince changed his mind about the arranged marriage. Just until half a year ago, him, like you, were totally against the marriage. Even though you did not know him or speak with him at all, you felt a sense of kinship towards him as the one who was working towards the same goal, which is to annual the engagement. So, you, abeit one-sidedly, felt betrayed that he changed his mind.

"Anyway, let's just hurry up and read it." When you thought so to yourself and opened the letter, greeting you was beautiful syllables lined up like jewelries.

Greetings my Princess.

Please believe if I say I woke up filled with thoughts of you.

That lead to me starting my day, appreciating the beauty in your portrait as usual. Oh my dearest, how I wish I could see you... I know that whatever beauty you has in person will make this piece of paper pale in comparison.

Sweet incomparable y/n, what a strange effect you have on my heart!

My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for your lover, but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire?

Oh my dearest, if only I could leap through land and water to come to you...

If only I had wings so I could fly to you...

What I would not give to capture your figure in these eyes for a second...

Yours...

Mikage Reo.

You were a fool to think that he would have written anything significant. You should have just burn it as Cigiri suggested.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello sorry about the collei request it’s totally fine but maybe instead of collei it’s kanao from demon slayer

kanao x ror where they learn of her past and help her with the moving forward (ps can we have a shiva scene where he explains to his wives what happened and here like….where adopting them) along with gods and humans

Sorry if I’m being a bother I genuinely love your writing and I just want wholesome slightly angsty family fluff, it fine if ya don’t wanna take the request I completely understand hope you have a awesome day

-It was the day you went to Shiva’s house, trading homes with the different gods and warriors of Valhalla, after they had all adopted you after finding you.

-You were a Demon Slayer on earth, and you had been faced with a demon that was too much for you to handle, and your elder sisters arrived only shortly after, but were unable to save you.

-You were like a doll, barely responding to others, only when spoken to, and even then it was only short answers, like you were emotionally dead.

-This new family of yours was definitely odd, being so massive and full of so many different types of people, some personalities you had never dealt with before, like Loki, Buddha, and Zerofuku.

-It was a slow process, getting you healed physically, as mentally was going to take a long while, especially since Odin was able to snoop around, using his abilities, and found out what happened to you when you were only a child.

-Many were furious to learn that you had gone through such a traumatic childhood but were glad your sisters found you when they did, helping you and taking care of you, and now they were taking over that mantel.

-You hadn’t met Shiva’s wives before, and honestly you were a bit overwhelmed when Parvati instantly had you in her arms, rubbing her cheek against the top of your head, “You’re so cute!!”

-You allowed them to do as they wished, doting on you like a daughter, brushing your hair and asking you all sorts of questions.

-However, you barely spoke, just sitting there, you barely responded to them, your eyes dull as you fiddled with the coin in your hands, your comfort item.

-It wasn’t the same coin your sister had given to you, which you knew, and it did make you sad, but Zeus was the one to give you a new coin, telling you it wouldn’t ever replace your coin, but you were grateful for his kindness.

-After Ganesha managed to steal you away, holding your hand as he showed you through his papa’s massive gardens, Shiva spoke with his wives, who went to him, worried that you weren’t reacting about anything.

-A half hour later you found yourself looking up at Shiva who approached you, after you had been plowed down by his wives, all of them hugging you, wanting to help you.

-He reached down and patted your head gently, patting your forehead since you were looking at the sky, “Told you they were affectionate.”

-You nodded softly and surprised them all by speaking more than just a few words, “They are affectionate, but they are warm, like my sisters.”

-They didn’t baby you, nobody had babied you since when you first arrived, telling them that you were not a child, but they did dote on you, treating you like a child, their child, showering you with love and teaching you to just do things and have fun.

-Shiva was the one to kind of shock your system a bit, leading you to not rely on the coin so much, when he told you just to do what your heart wanted to do.

-He laughed when you leapt into the pool with him, all your clothes on but you stunned all when you gave them a shade of a smile.

-Shiva so lorded that over everyone else, that he got you to smile first!! It made going to Raiden’s house a bit more eventful when he was determined to show up his friend in making you happy!

[r0-boat]

Can I please request sfw slice of life headcannons for reader and Volo? (Ps. I hope you had a great Easter!)

Thank you so much and I hope you have a good *looks at calendar* April 27th

Volo x gn!reader slice of life hcs

Sfw cut for length

Cw: slight Angst with a happy ending.

Scars heal, although some take longer than others... after years, you finally begin to accept that you may not be able to go home ... however, slowly but surely, you begin to cultivate your new life in the strange lands of Hisui. Still hurt knowing that you could never go back home, but you knew there was your second home.

The village was remorseful of how they treated you, offering to all help and build you an actual home. You now live in a small humble Cottage a little ways outside the village you could still get there easily on your Pokémon's back. While the boarding that Cyllene gave you was nice you wanted something else...

Sometimes you wonder how he is doing. After he disappeared, he left your heart better and broken. Making you question if the time he spent with you was real... if all the things he did to you and said to you were honest and not just to lull you into a false sense of security... you knew the village would never accept him back, but you also knew how painful he was. You saw in his eyes when he threw out his Pokeball; underneath that mad smile was a scared, confused man, who had no one in his life other than a dream. Volo claimed he hated you, but was it true?

As your Pokemon snooze is away while you brush its fur you hear a knock at the door... you weren't really expecting anyone today you opened your door expecting to greet Lavington, Cyllene... your eyes widen seeing a blonde-haired man standing in your doorway. His standing failed looked like the days alone in the wilderness had not been treating him well recently, and his face filled with regrets and sadness. "V-olo?" His name Falls from your lips.

After years of searching for Arceus, he knew he finally had everything.... his life dedicated to one God sacrificing everything he had and everything he built. To him, it was worth it... until he found you, he first saw you as your stepping stone, a simple obstacle in the way of his true dreams... But after he spends more time with you, something that he has never felt before begins to stir inside of him... it scared him... he tried to push it back as much as he could, thinking that nothing would matter once he finally reached his goal.

After Spear Pillar, he couldn't look you in the eyes anymore, he fled...

He has been better in recent days, choosing to live with you instead of chasing a dream till it drives him to Madness. You made him realize that he deserved a normal life that he earned his own path.

He reassures you that the feelings he has for you is genuine that he was an idiot for leaving you on Spear Pillar, Volo expected you to hate him... But you didnt?

The two of you now live in the cottage together every morning when the weather was nice volo goes outside in the garden and either relax or studies some old historical texts (still a history nerd)—occasionally going out on his own Adventures to look for more ancient ruins. Your Pokemon who once stood as great enemies now frolic and play as friends.

Volo's heart melts when he wakes up to the smell of your cooking no, he does not miss being a gingo guild member and finding what he can eat. He claims your homemade potato mochi is far better than the ones they serve in the village.

Volo does claim that he never once cared for that Village since how they treated him and you, but Volo did regret his actions and what he did even if the village would never accept him even if the gamegoeso Guild would never accept him, he still wanted to grow as a person and have everyone remember him as what he is now.

Volo has learned how to cook when he was just a traveling Merchant. He would only eat the wild berries he would find and had no time to cook..., but with you on his mind, he wants to make you smile with something he pours as hard into.

Sometimes you still have nightmares of The Village casting you out alone and cold as Giratina staring down at you. you wake up in a cold sweat, ready to cry, only to be held by Volo. I am making you remember that you are safe now and you are not alone.

Volo also still has nightmares of Giratina swallowing him down to this Distortion world where he belongs or Arceus standing before him to judge him on his sins of Pride and envy, greed, gluttony, and Wrath... but he feels at ease when he holds you close

Volo once asked you what was life like in your old time... you told him everything he seemed a little lost on the topics of technology and buildings however he seemed more intrigued when you told him about the many different kinds of Pokemon and places that you've seen... there is a bigger world out there.

Maybe one day the two of you should leave Hisui and travel the world just like in your stories...

No more worries no more expectation just you and him and the wild Untamed Wilderness and the Pokemon within them.

[throneofsapphics]

hello! absolutely love your writing, and i have a request. could you write a dorian havilliard x female reader one shot where the reader is a waitress who is nice and kind and always joking around and it’s after the war and dorian is learning to be happy again and it’s kind of a falling in love montage from dorians pov, please? i’m sorry for all the instructions, but i have this very detailed scenario in my head and i lack the writing skills to make it real. thank you!!

ps: sorry for the rant, and sorry if i accidentally sent a request twice!

tuesdays

Dorian x f!Reader

Summary: Dorian lives a second life, every tuesday. 

Warnings: nightmares, not proofread 

A/N: thank you for the request and don't be for the instructions! this was so cute. I hope I did your vision justice!

Dorian liked to shift, alter his features enough he was unrecognizable and spend time in his city. Time where nobody was gawking, where he could stroll the streets of rifthold, and feel almost normal. 

He found himself drawn to a particular cafe. It wasn’t fancy or formal, run by a family - he recognized the names as some of the rebels Chaol used to work with. 

Every tuesday, he’d make his way down there at noon. Right when he knew she would be working. It hadn’t started that way, originally he just enjoyed the tea and pastries. He still enjoyed them, of course, but her presence made everything sweeter. The laughter, the casual jokes, and utter comfort of knowing he’s being treated like a regular citizen of Rifthold. 

-

“Where do you go, every tuesday?” Chaol asked him. He knows his friend has wanted to, for weeks now. 

“Out,” Dorian replied mildly. Chaol raised an eyebrow but he wasn’t ready to share this part of his life yet. 

-

He watched her make her way over, laughing and balancing a star on one arm, asking a woman how her mother was faring. Another about her new baby, cooing at the small figure in her arms. 

“Back again?” She teased, approaching his table. He grinned at her. The same greeting, each time. He loved it. Dorian almost flinched at that word, echoing in his mind. 

“Of course,” he recovered smoothly, “I’d never miss the chance to try one of your mother’s new creations.” Every tuesday, they would roll out something new. A trial run, and if successful, it would reappear the next week. 

“I’d be sad if you did,” she smiled, a small laugh escaping her lips. He saw how her eyes lit up, shining with pure joy. No visible shadows haunting her. Were there any? He wanted to know. 

“Are you alright?” He blinked, refocusing his vision to see her worrying her bottom lip. “You spaced out for a bit there.” 

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat. “I’ll take your pick.” 

The slight worry left her eyes. “As expected,” she winked before making her way back across the room. 

-

Darkness enveloped him, pressing in on all sides as an unintelligible voice hissed at him. Then - a soft laugh and a hand. He held on, letting it tug him out of the darkness. 

Dorian shot up in his bed, his heart pounding out of his chest. He knew exactly who that laugh belonged to. 

-

Six weeks later, she slid into the booth across from him. His eyebrows rose in surprise. For the first time, he was late - nearly an hour, held up by some obnoxious courtiers. 

“I thought you weren’t coming,” she admitted, a sheepish smile on her face. 

“I’d never miss our date,” Dorian replied without thinking and watched as her cheeks reddened, knowing his were doing the same. 

“Well,” she glanced at the clock. “I’m off at noon tomorrow, if you’d like to take me on a real date.” 

“I’d love to,” he didn’t hesitate, and watched her pulse flutter. 

-

Dorian had never really taken someone on a date, he realized, with some horror. This was a bad idea for a thousand reasons - all of which he could and would dismiss. 

They strolled through the markets, he brought flowers from the castle gardens - those were interesting to sneak out, and ate fried fish by the docks. He watched how the sun glinted against her hair, the smooth curve of her neck, the blue shade of her tunic - a blue that would perfectly match his natural eyes. 

-

One date became the second, and then a third. She wrung her hands together anxiously. SHe never hid her emotions - never tried to, always wore her heart on her sleeve. Something he loved about her. Loved. That word kept popping up in his mind, over and over. 

“I figured out your little secret,” she cast him a sly smile. His stomach dropped, throat growing tight. 

“Pardon,” he choked. She sucked her lips inwards before pressing them in a tight line. 

“You can change your appearance somehow. Your eyes aren’t always the same shade of green. 

Relief and a smidgen of disappointment flooded through him. If she’d figured it out on her own, this might have been easier. Did that make him a coward? He’d think about it later. “I’m flattered you spend so much time studying my eyes,” he deflected. 

Her entire body seemed to flush. 

-

Dorian puzzled, for weeks, over how to tell her. How to tell the woman he was slowly falling … in love with who he really is. Preparing himself to accept whatever reaction there would be - anger, fear, rejection. He prepared for the worst. 

-

The darkness, the nightmares still came but there was always a soft laugh or a hand to lead him out. Always hers. 

-

They sat on a lush green hill, overlooking the city. A beautiful, serene, secluded space he scoped out in Raven form a few days before. 

It took him nearly half an hour to build up the courage, to tell and show her who he really is. Well, his true name and appearance. In veiled terms, he’d told her of his past, and she told him of hers. For all intents and purposes, he was more of himself with her than almost anyone else. 

She watched him, studying his true form for a few minutes before a mischievous glint crossed her eyes. “It’s about time.” 

“You knew?” He gaped. 

“I knew.” She confirmed. 

In that moment, Dorian decided he’d make her his Queen.