#ps garden heart eyes

[holliwoobz]

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

[delespresso]

WINNER TAKES IT ALL ━━ Fiyero x fem!reader

author's note; my only knowledge of wicked is from the movie, so that's what this is based on lol. i unfortunately do not live in a place where we have broadway/west end things (very sad coz i love musicals deeply) ps; not proofread!

prompt; “If I beat you, you have to kiss me” “That’s- wait, what?”

summary; weekend games were normal in shiz, but fiyero has a different idea of a game when it comes to the girl who caught his eye

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Fiyero Tigelaar was used to charming the pants or skirt of anyone. He had people eating out the palm of his hand before he even said a word.

Imagine the slap in the face he received when she didn't even bat an eye at him. If anything, she always seemed annoyed whenever he was even mentioned or within proximity.

So he did what any other person would do — he kept pestering her. He was quick to become a thorn in her side and constantly shadowing her and showing up wherever she went. It came to a point where she was sure he was trying to be her extra limb.

During the weekend games, where everyone at Shiz gathered either in the courtyard, gardens or open fields depending on the game they wanted to play, he was even more incessant.

"Have you no one else to annoy?" she questioned as he stood beside her while they were playing a game of croquet.

Fiyero was leaning on his mallet, letting it rest on the grass as he gave her his typical nonchalant smile.

"None as entertaining as you, I find it stimulating," he replied.

She glanced up at him, the look on her face showing clear annoyance. Why was he choosing her to annoy, of all people? She was just a girl trying to surf through her university life, get good grades and have a bit of healthy fun on the side.

Without a certain winkie prince ruffling her feathers every other second.

"Its unbecoming of a fine lady to frown every moment of the day," he quipped.

She huffed out a chuckle, walking over with her own mallet in hand. She shifted to aim properly, before giving a gentle nudge to the ball that ended up right through a wicket.

Fiyero let out a low whistle, as if he was so impressed.

"Not bad," he hummed.

"You know, your praise isn't very stimulating," she quipped.

That made him smirk, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. She regretted her comment immediately but she didn't back down either.

"I'm sure we can find something that works," he retorted.

"You make me want to hurl," she replied.

"Ouch," Fiyero pouted, putting a hand to his heart. "You wound me, darling."

She imitated his pout, before turning away with a roll of her eyes. It felt like every little movement she made was being tailed by him. Their game only got more intense as it went on. Even the other players were a little concerned at how competitive they were.

The constant back and forth jabs, the heckling in hopes the other would miss their shots. It was a never ending loop.

It was the last round by now. Fiyero knew he was on the brink of losing — he was too easily distracted by her earlier. Now she was about to take the last shot, and if she made it then she'd most definitely come on top.

Now that couldn't happen. Not on his watch.

He walked around the field, going over to her side as she lined up her shot. He waited, watching the way her forehead creased slightly as she focused, the subtle pout on her lips.

Oh, her lips.

Then he had a cheeky little idea. With a finger rubbing his chin, he leaned in slightly closer just before she'd hit the ball.

"If I beat you, you have to kiss me."

His whisper right by her ear had warm breath fanning her skin. That was enough to send a random, odd shiver down her spine. Then his words registered just as she took the shot.

"That's— wait, what?"

She was knocked way off balance to the point her ball went completely south from the wicket. Nowhere close to how her shots had been so perfect before this.

Her jaw fell slack as she looked at the ball. Especially the distance between it and the wicket.

"Well, seems to me you're beat, darling," Fiyero mused.

She was still completely stunned by the fact. Especially considering she was always good at croquet — it was practically her game for crying out loud. In comes this stupid little prince charming knocking her off her game with a simple bet that wasn't even agreed upon.

Fiyero found it all completely amusing. Especially how flustered she was by a few simple words. He was definitely taking note of it.

"So?" he hummed, his body tilting to the side to be closer to her.

She turned her head, her eyes narrowed in a glare as she looked up at him. She wanted to smack that smug, cheeky look off his face with her mallet.

"No," she said simply.

She left the mallet in the provided space, trudging off the field and away from him. Hopefully for a really long time. He called out for her, unable to help the laugh that left him as she practically ran away at the mere idea of kissing him.

"Adorable," he mused to himself.

If Fiyero's life mission was to pester her, hers was to avoid him. She'd managed it for two solid days now. In and out of classes at the speed of light, no more lingering in the library unless she desperately needed a certain book and certainly no more courtyard homework.

Even her roommate was getting concerned by her behaviour, but she shrugged it off as her not wanting to be outside in public.

At some point it got stifling though, so she left the dorms at night. It was quite late and she wanted to go on a walk. So she went out to the gardens, past curfew. It was only for a few minutes anyway — she didn't see any harm done.

Until of course, someone else was already there. In her favourite spot. Playing with a stray puppy.

She couldn't avoid him for that long, clearly. As she attempted an escape, Fiyero looked up — their eyes meeting. And then came his cheeky little smile again. She was suddenly glad it was dark out, so he couldn't see her fully.

“And what's a good girl like you doing loitering past curfew?”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, deciding to just go with it. She stepped a little closer — for the fresh air. Totally nothing to do with him.

“Can't sleep,” she shrugged, her arms folded as she looked down at the puppy.

Bending down, she reached her palms out. The little thing was quick to jump and put its paws on her hand, licking at her skin. A smile pulled on her lips as she entertained the puppy.

“You've been avoiding me.”

“You've been pestering me.”

Fiyero chuckled at her quick retort, shaking his head as he sat on the grass.

“Do you always have an answer for everything?” he questioned.

“Why do you think I read?” she quipped. “I understand the concept is foreign to you, seeing as you can't read.”

“Ah ah,” he clicked his tongue. “I can read perfectly well, princess. I simply choose not to tire my brain.”

“So you choose to tire your tongue by vexing me with every word that comes out of your smart mouth?”

He grinned — two days of nothing and now he was getting quite his fill of fun.

“You just called me smart,” he mused.

“Is that all you heard?” she scoffed.

“Selective hearing. I choose not to invite negativity and stress,” he shrugged with a cheeky smile.

The chuckle that left her was a welcomed one. He liked that, the way she laughed even if they were arguing.

“Why don't you like me?”

The question left him before he even thought about it. Then again, he wasn't really known for thinking, was he?

She paused from petting the puppy, turning her head to him instead. Her head tilted, before she moved to sit on the grass properly as well.

“I never really said that,” she said.

“You've implied it.”

“Oh, so you do pick up on context clues?”

He laughed then, unable to help the way her words amused him a little too much. He was always upbeat, sure, but she seemed to make him smile a little more than usual. Even now — their smiles were matching.

“I don't not like you,” she eventually corrected. “I just find my focus elsewhere.”

His brows raised as he leaned forward, his arms on his knees as he watched her. Not the way she was playing with the dog, or their surroundings. He was just looking at her face in the dim light.

“So you do like me?” he asked.

“I tolerate you.”

“Already an upgrade,” he hummed. “Just tolerate?”

“Don't push it,” she warned light-heartedly.

The sound of their chuckles were the only thing reverberating in the quiet garden, as well as the dog rolling around on the grass at her affections. They sat there for a long while, maybe an hour or so. Until eventually they both got up to get back to their dorms.

“You still owe me,” he said on their walk back.

Considering they'd both snuck out past curfew, they were rather casually strolling back to the dormitories. Her brows furrowed faintly as she looked up at him, still falling in step beside him.

“I beat you,” he reminded.

Her brows immediately relaxed as she shot him another look. Except this time it wasn't annoyed or exasperated, even if she tried. It was softer, maybe a little more amused.

He walked her to the stairs of her block, lingering for a moment. As she took a step upwards, she paused. Fiyero waited with a raised brow when she turned back.

Then she leaned down, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Now we're even.”

Safe to say, Fiyero had sweet dreams that night onwards — especially when the daily pestering started to receive warm welcomes.

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[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.”

[honeyxmooncalves]

About my MC, Dorothea Larch!

Date of birth : 14th April 1875

Family: Her parents are both living and well and they are both British, but her mother was from a sacred 28 family before being disowned when she married Thea's father. Her father works as an Aurologist, and is often away from home. She is an only child.

Background: She lives in the same village as the Weasleys, and grew up with Garreth as a kind of brother figure, since they are the same age. She and her mother practically live with the Weasleys, being next-door neighbours and having known them since her and Garreth's mother were students at Hogwarts (and were close friends). Since Thea's magic awoke later than expected, she was taught by her mother how to read, write and basic arithmatic, since she couldn't get a proper education, as a girl who couldn't afford a governess. However, still wildly praying that she would somehow gain her powers miraculously, she pilfered magic theory books from around her house, learning them by heart. Still living in a magic-filled environment, she encouraged and aided Garreth in his very first experimental potions, and the two of them plan to open shop together as potioneers (although they should probably work on their potions a bit more before then).

Appearance: She is 5'3'', has curly/wavy blonde hair, grey eyes, relatively pale skin, a scar from her upper neck to lower right cheek from an accident when she fell out of her treehouse ( which of course was because Garreth broke the ladder and forgot to tell her), and moles under her ear and on her neck.

Wand: Birch, Unicorn hair, 11 1/2 inches.

House: Gryffindor, but the hat almost put her in Hufflepuff.

Hobbies: Reading (obsessed with Thomas Hardy), potioneering, in secret of course, music and singing, writing poetry.

Things she hates: Flying - she says it's because broomsticks are highly impractical and 'it's just so much easier to walk or floo', but really, she is too scared to go more than a metre off the ground. Peas, swimming, Ignatia Wildsmith, although she loves floo flames,

Favourite subjects : Charms, Defence, Herbology

Least favourite subjects: H.O.M, flying, Astronomy

Personality: sweet, mischievous but calculated, stubborn, practical.

Random facts: she has a squirrel called Cricket, but he is nicknamed Huckleberry because Garreth wouldn't stop teasing her about the fact that she tamed a squirrel, and Huckleberry was the name of a squirrel from a wizard fairytale children's book, and the name just stuck.

She cannot cook at all, her passion for experimentation in potions may have crossed over into her baking skills (or lack thereof).

She gets incredibly avoidant of Sebastian at first, because she is determined not to make friends with ‘reckless cool boys’, and also because she doesnt want her immediate crush to turn into anything more. Natty and Garreth find her stubborn denial very amusing.

She secretly visits Anne after meeting her at first. It begins with a few letters checking on how she is because Thea is worried that she gets lonely and is also ignored by her stupid uncle, but when Anne asked her to visit for small picnics when Solomon is out, she agreed and now she tries to check up on Anne at least once every two weeks. Let's hope Sebastian doesn't find out, lest he get jealous.

She has an obsession with flowers, and does nearly everything in her garden whenever she's home. She has frequently been found asleep on the bench a few times, and reprimanded by her mother because the garden gnomes had bitten the hem of her dress.

Do let me know if you’d like to know anything more, because a few people asked me for Thea lore, and if this wasn’t satisfactory then please say- i also love just rambling about her.

Ps the sketch above is Thea before hogwarts but about to join- she’s at home deep in thought.

[moonlit-midnight]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦! ⋆.✰

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨:

Eye color: Hazel.

Hair color: Dark Brown (dyed Dark Red).

Other likes: Cats, Marine life, Road trips, Baking, Gardening, Shopping.

Other dislikes: Summertime, Superficial relationships, Overbearing people.

Favorite food: East Asian and Arabic cuisine, Mom’s homemade food.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

Hannah is a curious introvert with a dear love for adventures. She appears aloof and intimidating, but she has a warm heart and is a genuinely friendly, honest woman with an eccentric and dorky side (which she only shows to the ones she trust). Despite her gentle and calm demeanor, she can be snarky and deadly serious when you press the wrong button. 

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬:

PS: All are completely platonic.

★ Ace and Deuce share a sibling bond with her. She enjoys cooking for them, having movie marathons, and they occasionally invite her to Unbirthday parties upon discovering her sweet tooth.

★ Ortho is her best friend and gaming buddy. Although they’re polar opposites, she gets along well with him due to the boy’s similarities to her closest cousin.

★ Malleus is her other best friend and kindred spirit. They were awkward at first, but they eventually bonded over their love for their Tamagotchi, cold desserts and taking long walks at night.

★ Lilia is her adventure companion and partner in pranks. She considers him a soulmate because he’s the one whom she feels the most comfortable to be weird with. They might have an endearing relationship, but they’re enemies in the kitchen.

𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬:

Hannah is her middle name which she prefers to use instead of her first name and Bloom is a fake surname.

She’s of Spanish, Japanese, Filipino, Chinese and Korean descent, born in Saudi Arabia.

She’s an English teacher IRL, but she plans to be a Librarian one day.

She’s multilingual like most of her family and she’s fluent in many Arabic dialects due to being educated in an Arabic school and surrounded by Arab friends since childhood.

If she was sorted in one of the 7 dorms, she’d either be in Ignihyde or Diasomnia.

Her favorite places in NRC are: the library, botanical garden, Heartslabyul garden and Sam’s mystery shop.

Most people don’t take her seriously because of her baby face (which she considers a curse). Only a few believe that she’s really an adult.

She struggles with anxiety, ADHD, Lupus and chronic fatigue, but she always tries her best to survive the day.

She’s not a morning person, but she wakes up early to admire the sunrise.

Her coping mechanisms are watching Asian dramas and maladaptive daydreaming. 

She values her alone time, but when you’re better than her solitude, she’ll warmly welcome you in her daily life.

Finally decided to post my Yuusona (she’s basically me, not an OC) after three years of rotting in my drafts🤭. I’m thinking of writing my interactions with the characters for fun.

★ Sources: Dividers by @.cafekitsune and @.bunnysrph

★ Picrew 1 | Chibi Picrew | Template by @.unfinished-projects-galore

[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)

atonement (2007)

stardust (2007)

ps i love you (2007)

wild child (2008)

made of honour (2008)

ondine (2009)

bride wars (2009)

valentine’s day (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)

we live in time (2024)

🌼 ‧₊˚ ⋅ series ⋅˚₊‧

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)

brooklyn nine-nine (2013-2021)

the fosters (2013-2018)

the 100 (2014-2020)

jane the virgin (2014-2019)

outlander (2014-)

grace and frankie (2015-2022)

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.

[stanzo75]

Hey 🤭

Could you write about Ron, Neville or Enoch please? (Ps. I’m a sucker for friends tolovers 🤫)

I've finally written something for neville!! (Surprising it took so long because he was my og favorite) Thank you for the request🫶

Neville longbottom x fem!reader

"Neville!" You shout. The messy haired boy walking a few feet in front of you flinches and turns around at the sound of his name. You aren't quite mad, just confused and disappointed, but you sure sound mad. He has this guilty look in his eyes, and you can see his lower lip quivering slightly. It was something that happened when he was nervous. You felt a pang of guilt, but it's quickly replaced by more disappointment as you notice him heading to the exit, most definitely going to escape to the greenhouse as he'd done all week. Usually he'd bring you, he'd pick you up after class and walk you down, allowing you to sit with him while he tended to his plants. You were the only one who was willing to do it after all. You had tons of friends, he only has Seamus and Dean, maybe luna. But none quite cared enough to visit while he was working on his plants. Even so, the two of you were absolute best friends. You were understanding and patient with him, while he was a good listener and quite interesting underneath all of his nervous energy. You were perfect for eachother. You loved everything about him, how could you not? He was always there, he was so incredibly sweet, and quite handsome too. And quite honestly, that made you feel even more betrayed by his absence. Neville stood and waited for you to catch up to him as he fiddled with his sleeves.

"Where are you going?" You ask, trying to keep the hurt out of your tone, but your tone still coming out sharp.

He hesitates before replying with merely a whisper, "the greenhouse," he looks even more guilty now, he couldn't even reach your eyes, he stood and stared at his feet as if he was being scolded.

It broke your heart to see him look like that, especially because of you.

"Without me again?" You ask, your voice now dropping to a low disappointed tone.

He continues staring at his feet, still not talking above a whisper, "do you want to come with me?"

You feel your heart jump, part of you was hesitant because he only asked when you confronted him, but you hadnt confronted him for nothing, so you agree.

And he walks with you down to the greenhouse, neither of you speak until you start nearing the greenhouse and you hear him mumble something. He looks sort of embarrassed.

"What was that neville?" You ask.

He swallows hard before replying, "please don't laugh"

You glance at him confused, had he done something bad?

"At what?" You ask

He doesn't respond as he opens the door to the greenhouse, still avoiding eye contact. And you're met with the sight of multiple pots of your favorite flowers, all ones you had described to him from the muggle world. It was beautiful, some of them weren't bloomed yet, but it was still as beautiful as ever. And now you realize why he hadn't been inviting you. It must've been a surprise.

"You did this neville? How?" You ask in awe.

"I scoured hogsmeade for seeds last weekend, I've been working real hard on them" he responds, sounding unsure of himself.

You dont even know what to say, it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you. You hadnt seen any of these flowers in so long, not since you visited your parents last year. Your mother was a muggle gardener, she owned a shop where you'd spent most of your childhood. You can feel tears forming in your eyes.

"I'm sorry!" He spurts out, having seen your watering eyes.

You don't respond, instead you pull him into a tight hug, burying your face in his chest. He hesitates for a moment before hugging back. After a few moments you recollect yourself and pull away, going to inspect the flowers. They were all perfectly healthy, thriving. Neville trails behind you, watching you closely.

"I wanted to surprise you, I'm sorry i stopped inviting you without telling you" he says sheepishly. You shake your head in response, "no Neville, this is beautiful, thank you"

You pick up one of the pots, inhaling the beautiful scent of the flower inside when you spot a crumpled piece of paper hidden behind where the pot had been sitting. You reach for it and pick it up. Although you can't see, he's standing just behind you, and his eyes widen when he realizes what the paper is. But it's too late to stop you, you had already opened it and started reading.

I hope that she likes the flowers, she had always talked about these. They're just a beautiful as she described. Almost as perfect as she is. Shes just so sweet and she's always there for me. I love everything about her, her hair, her eyes, the way she smile as she talks about the things she loves, her voice, her lips look so soft, I could go on for hours. I would give anything to tell her, to kiss her, to hold her hand, I'm just so scared of ruining our friendship. I don't know how I'd handle myself if she found out and never spoke to me again. I guess maybe it is better just to keep it in my diary rather than tell her. Although I wonder what it would be like to be her boyfriend instead. Or even her husband someday. We'd have a beautiful wedding, filled with flowers. .. I'm getting too ahead of myself, I can't even ask her on a date. Forget it.

Neville stood frozen as you read, too nervous to stop you. His face growing redder by the second in embarrassment.

By the time you were done, your heart was racing. This must've been a diary page he discarded and forgot to throw out. You felt kind of bad for reading it, but on the other hand, he LIKES YOU BACK? you turn to see him, he's so red you could've thought he got horribly sunburnt. His lower lip was quivering worse than you'd ever seen. He was paralyzed, watching you with almost blank eyes.

"Neville! It's okay, let's talk" you say gently. He takes a deep breath and starts chewing on his lower lip, clearly preparing himself for the worst.

"Stop chewing on your lip for a second nev" you say softly as you step closer to him. You watches you closely and stops chewing on his lip, his face somehow going redder. You place your hands on his shoulders and lean in, "is this okay?" you whisper as you glance between his lips and his eyes. He swallows hard and nods, leaning in slightly as well. You close the distance, closing your eyes as you press your lips against his. It's a bit awkward at first, he's clearly never kissed anyone before. But after a moment he gets the hang of it, and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you against his body, his lips finding rhythm with yours. He was so gentle with you, it was quite endearing. When you finally pull away, he looks completely starstruck.

After he catches his breath, he whispers the words you've been wanting to hear for forever,

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

[longlivemyblues]

alright bear with me…

i have this idea with logan x reader (or oc) where she came as the newest and youngest member of the xmen and she has the ability to absorb energy and make it whatever and she’s also a gardener and likes flowers and can make them come alive and so so and one night at dinner they were talking and gashing about their battle days and reader turns to logan and says something like “i’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve this” while placing her hand on his (over his knuckles) and everyone just fall silent and logan just rushes out of the kitchen (dinning room) and make a scene and reader is worried if she’s offended him cause she pities him (she really just pities him) and meanwhile logan also has feelings for jean but this genuine gesture did something to him. reader just goes about her day and jean and scott are together but jeab flirts with logan all the time and all those things until reader starts to notice logan (bc logan is like a lost puppy after that night and has been watching her) and she senses it too but hey logan’s a dumb(old)ass and he still has feelings for jean. anyway they kinda get into this illicit affair (see what i did there lol) and i forgot bear with me…oh and series of events happens and it is all angst. raw soul wretched angst bc i want logan to lose the reader bc after a fateful battle reader realises logan never held her close to his heart and she accepts it (she loses it first) but then she becomes a teacher at xschool or opens a flower shop and logan lives in regret for all time. i want it ANGST to cry my eyes out at 3am. i might write myself but if anyone write it tag me please i trust your magical talent.

ps: it looked so much cooler in my head when i was studying but i had to share it here 😭

[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.

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[3-2-whump]

Down the Drain

Thank you for the title suggestion and the beta read, @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz

This one shot doubles as both a look into Cade's backstory, and a glimpse into how the roommates resolved conflicts and worked out a solution before Khaled came into their lives. Enjoy I guess?

PS, I really miss writing and posting, so I might just ignore my previous timeframe and post the sequel earlier? Idk. It's my blog, I make the rules here, but I don't know what I'm doing lol

TW/CW: domestic violence/intimate partner violence (offscreen, alluded to), transphobia, unhealthy relationships, stalking, toxic masculinity. I think I got them all, but I can tag more if need be. Heed the tags on this one, folks.

It began with a phone call at 9 PM on a cold night.

“Come on, pick up, please, pick up,” Cade murmured desperately. The shelter wouldn’t take him, he hadn’t talked to his parents in a year, this was the only bridge he hadn’t burned yet, and he just hoped to the gods or whatever higher power was out there that his shining light would pick up the phone.

Loud and lively party music blared through the phone, quickly interrupting the drone of the ringing phone. Cade thought his heart might burst with relief as his dearest and oldest friend finally answered the phone, yelling a little to be heard.

“Yeah?”

“Eric, it’s me, Cade!” Cade yelled back.

“Cade?” Even through the din of the loud music, Cade could hear the smile in Eric’s voice. “Shit, man, let me move to a quieter place!” There were some light shuffling sounds, then some heavy footsteps, indicating that Eric stepped away from whatever party he was attending.

Why are you interrupting him at his party? He’s having a great time, don’t bother him with your- Cade cut off the intrusive inner voice and anxiously stayed on the line.

“Okay, is that better?” Eric asked.

Cade smiled, nodded, then remembered Eric couldn’t see him nod. “Yeah,” he answered.

“Now, what’s good, Cade?”

“I…” Classic Eric, always asking about him, always there for him, always making him smile when he wanted to do nothing but cry. Which, judging by the constricting of his chest and the way his eyes pricked with tears, would be very helpful right now, to have something to smile for.

“I… I need help…”

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It was a year ago today that Cade began to live with Eric and his roommate Vikash. Eric had driven to the street corner Cade was waiting on in the Moon Garden Catering Van. He wore a tunic-like thing and smelled like something divine. He picked Cade up and drove him back to the party –a Diwali party, hence the clothes. He fed him some of the best curry he ever had in his life, introduced him to Vikash Gill and his family (who were hosting the party), and briefly explained the situation to Vik. Once Vik learned what had happened and who Cade was to Eric, he welcomed him into 716 Sunvine Ave with open arms.

Although, this morning, maybe he’d change his mind, Cade fretfully worried as he continued fiddling with the drain to the kitchen sink. Beside him, Vikash stood, hair disheveled from his morning workout, and mouth downturned into a scowl as he bitched and moaned about the clogged sink.

“Damn it, Cade, you’ve lived here for a year already, and you still forget we don’t have a garbage disposal in this sink?!” he asked.

“I thought it was small enough to go down!” Cade defended, panicking as the sink half-full of rancid water burped up broken food particles with every thrust of the takeout chopsticks he’d taped end to end.

“Chutiya, it’s rice! Rice expands when it’s wet!” Vik yelled.

“You don’t have to yell at me! I’m trying to fix it!” Cade screamed back.

Eric rushed down the stairs and rounded the corner, phone in one hand and a five-gallon bucket in the other. “Break it up, break it up! Yelling at him is not gonna fix the sink any more than poking it with a stick!” Eric chastised. He gently but firmly bumped Cade out of the way and threw the cupboard doors below the sink open. “Now, Jason is gonna be here any minute, and I don’t want our landlord doing the annual inspection on his former childhood home when the sink is clogged, do you?!” he asked the two. Both men shook their heads, crouching down beside Eric to clear out the space below the U-bend of the sink, their shouting match already forgotten as they took out bottles of cleansing spray, dish rags, and rubber gloves alike.

The doorbell rang amongst all this mess. Cade jumped, Vik groaned, and Eric ignored it, shimmying the bucket under the U-bend and grabbing the tools he’d need to loosen the pipes. “Someone else get that,” he ordered, too absorbed in what he was doing.

Cade volunteered. He quickly ran out of the kitchen, took one look in the hallway mirror to adjust his hair and damp t-shirt, and came to the door to answer it. “Hey,” he greeted.

The welcoming smile on his face faded as soon as he saw it wasn’t Jason on their doorstep. The bearded man in the plaid shirt stood on their doorstep, smiling back as he raised a hand. Cade flinched, then cursed himself for flinching when their unwelcome guest merely waved in greeting. “Hi Cade, it’s been awhile.”

The memories and the hurt began to bubble from somewhere in Cade’s gut, threating to boil over into his esophagus and poison his words with resentment. Best end this interaction as quickly and politely as he could. “Go away, Brant,” Cade replied coldly.

Brant dropped his hand. “What, aren’t you going to hear me out?” he asked, sounding confused and a bit hurt. It took all of Cade’s strength not to cave to that façade of hurt.

“What’s there to hear out?” Cade asked. He kept his hand on the doorknob, ready to slam it at any moment’s notice. “We broke up a year ago, and yet you tracked me down and showed up at my house. Why?”

“I-I wanted to talk to you, to work things out between us,” Brant said, “but you wouldn’t pick up your phone, you wouldn’t text me, you wouldn’t reply to my DMs –nothing!” Cade raised an unimpressed brow as Brant fell back on the classic excuses. “And yeah, sure, I started seeing someone else for a little bit,” his ex-boyfriend admitted, “but they mean nothing to me, compared to you!”

Cade let out an unimpressed laugh. “I’m sure Danny would love to hear that!” he added sarcastically.

“Come on, Cade! I followed your Instagram stories for months, called your work, got your address, drove for three hours to talk to you, and you won't give me the time of day?” Brant pouted.

Cade made a show of bringing a hand up to his chin to stroke it, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmmm. And why do you suppose that is?” he asked rhetorically. He shot Brant a scathing glare.

His ex-boyfriend huffed a frustrated sigh as he rolled his eyes behind his thick-framed glasses. “I give you some tough love one time-”

“’Tough love,’ my ass –you locked me out of our house!” Cade interrupted.

“Fine, I lock you out of the house one time, and then you gotta disappear on me in the middle of the-”

“Brant, let me stop you right there,” Cade said firmly, holding up his hand to silence the man at the entrance. “You don’t get it at all, do you?! You made me sell my Oscar, you smashed my crystals, ridiculed my music, flushed my birth control! I had two decks of tarot cards, Brant, because I knew that when you found one, I’d still have at least one deck once you threw the one you found away! And don’t even get me started on how you’d trigger my dysphoria when we were in bed on purpose!”

Brant dropped all pretense of making friendly. “You’re making it into a bigger deal than it was,” he growled, poking a finger accusatorily at him. “A real man would’ve let that shit slide and moved on-”

That triggered a bitter laugh from Cade. “’A real man’?!” Classic Brant Voorhes. How pathetic/infuriating/relieving to know he never changed, Cade thought. “Really?! Honestly, fuck you!” he yelled. “In the fourteen months that we dated, you told me the whole time what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act, how to be a ‘real man’ or whatever, but you weren’t really interested in making me a man,” Cade accused, “you were only interested in making me your dog, and I had enough of it!”

Brant gaped slack-jawed on the concrete steps to the entrance, his mouth moving without sound like a flopping fish as his face reddened with pent-up emotions.

Cade shook his head. “So, all that I mean to say is…” he continued, lowering his voice. He stepped away from the door frame, beginning to close the door between him and his ex as the man tried to follow him inside, “…fuck off, Brant. And don’t ever come back again.”

Slamming the door on that piece of shit was the most freeing thing he’d ever done in his life, apart from coming out. He caught a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror and gave his reflection a victorious smile. “Nice job, me,” he praised.

He returned to the kitchen with a bounce in his step. Vik looked at him confusedly. Eric straightened up from underneath the sink to a sitting position on the kitchen floor. Cade hummed as he picked out a box of mithai Vik’s parents sent home with them after Diwali last weekend.

“Was…that Brant?” Eric asked tensely. Cade remembered how angry Eric got when he told him about all the things Brant did to him the first time around. It was the closest he’d ever seen his easygoing friend get to homicidal levels of rage.

“Yeah.” Cade replied. He fished out a syrup-saturated jalebi and took a bite. Just as good as it was last year, he thought to himself, smiling around the sugary treat.

“Are you okay though?” Vik asked. “I know that guy fucked you over, it must’ve been hard to see him again.”

Cade swallowed, then took another bite of jalebi into his teeth. “Nah, not really,” he shrugged.

The doorbell rang again. Eric got up from the kitchen floor, muttering something about how if it was Brant out there, he’d do something to end up on the news. Vik slowly walked towards Cade, lowering his eyes as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, this unexpected visit with Brant reminded me it’s your one year anniversary of leaving that prick, of living with us.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry, about earlier,” he apologized. “I’m glad you came to us, and if anyone’s going to clog our sink with leftover chunks of rice, I’d rather it be you.”

Cade popped the last of the jalebi in his mouth. He was about to give Vik’s bicep an appreciative pat, but stopped his hand midway remembering that his fingers were covered in syrup. “I know, and… thanks,” he replied. They exchanged smiles, then their attention was directed elsewhere, as Eric led Jason the landlord into their apartment.

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[nickeverdeen]

Clean Beginnings | Kit Tanthalos x maid!fem!reader

Pairings: Kit x reader (romantic), Kit x Jade (platonic), Elora x Jade (platonic)

Type of fic: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: You’re a new maid, but when you went to get Kit’s dirty clothes and acidentally walked in on her things were starting to change

Ps: This feel so unoriginal for me, but I just needed for this to be written

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The castle was alive with activity, and you were just one of the many new maids trying to find your way in the chaos of it all. You had been assigned to laundry duty, mostly for Airk and Kit Tanthalos, as their clothes were always in need of washing. You didn’t mind—there was something almost meditative about scrubbing clothes by the river with soap, a wooden washboard, and your thoughts. Plus, it gave you a chance to catch glimpses of Kit.

From the first day you saw her training in the courtyard, you had the biggest crush on Kit. She moved with a fierce elegance, her dark hair catching the light as she sparred with Jade. It wasn’t long before you found yourself stealing glances whenever you could, feeling your cheeks heat whenever she was around.

Today, you were on your normal route, heading to Kit’s room to pick up her dirty clothes. You expected the usual—a mess of training gear thrown carelessly on the bed—but what you didn’t expect was to walk in on Kit herself. She had finished her training early, and as you entered with your basket, she was in the process of taking her shirt off.

For a few seconds, you froze, your eyes widening as you stared at her toned back. The shock and embarrassment rendered you unable to move, and it wasn’t until Kit turned around, her eyes narrowing, that you snapped out of it.

“Do you mind?” Kit snapped, clearly annoyed. “Ever heard of knocking?”

“I-I’m so sorry, Your Highness!” you stammered, your face burning as you turned on your heel and fled the room. You practically ran to the kitchen, your heart pounding. You decided to stay there for a while, not wanting to face Kit again after what had just happened. It was mortifying, and you could only hope she wouldn’t hold it against you.

Meanwhile, Kit was still in her room, buttoning up a fresh shirt, a mix of irritation and something else she couldn’t quite place. Who was that maid, and why had she never noticed her before? Despite her initial annoyance, she had to admit that the girl was… beautiful.

Later in the day, Kit was hanging out with Jade. The two of them strolled through the gardens, talking about nothing in particular. As they turned a corner, Kit spotted you by the river, washing clothes with your wooden washboard. She was too distracted to watch where she was stepping, and she ended up stepping right into the clean pile of clothes with her dirty boot.

You looked up at her, and for a moment, your eyes met. You were clearly annoyed, though you kept your mouth shut, probably thinking she was angry for earlier. Kit stared at you, and for the first time, she saw your face fully, noticing your soft features and the determination in your eyes as you went back to scrubbing.

Kit and Jade walked a bit further before Jade nudged her, a grin on her face. “What’s up with you?” Jade asked.

Kit frowned. “What do you mean?”

Jade gestured back toward the river. “That maid. You were staring at her. What happened?”

Kit brushed it off, explaining what had happened earlier in her room. “It’s just weird. I’ve never seen her before, and now she’s everywhere. And… I don’t know, I feel strange around her.”

Jade smirked, giving her a knowing look. “You sure you don’t fancy her?”

Kit rolled her eyes. “That’s nonsense. I’ve known her for a few hours.”

But as the days went on, Kit realized that Jade was right. She found herself looking for you around the castle, her heart beating a little faster whenever she caught sight of you. She wanted to talk to you, to get to know you better, but there was something holding her back. She didn’t know what she had with Jade—whether it was something real or just a comfortable closeness.

One day, while sparring with Jade, Kit finally brought it up. “What are we, anyway?” she asked, her voice hesitant.

Jade paused, lowering her practice sword. She gave Kit a small smile, understanding dawning on her. “We’re friends, Kit. Maybe something more once, but not anymore. You should go talk to her.”

Kit felt a weight lift off her shoulders, and she nodded. After sparring, she changed clothes and set out to find you. She asked one of the maids where you were, and they told her you were by the river, washing clothes.

She found you there, your hands moving rhythmically as you scrubbed a shirt against the washboard. You looked up when you saw her approaching, your eyes wary. “Your Highness,” you said politely, “is there something you need?”

Kit awkwardly squatted down next to you, surprising you. She picked up a second wooden washboard and placed it in the river beside yours. You looked at her like she was crazy, and Kit couldn’t help but take it personally.

“I want you to teach me how to do this,” she said, pulling her own training clothes out of a small sack. She had taken them from her room, hoping to use this as an excuse to get closer to you.

You blinked, surprised. After a moment, you nodded, deciding that she meant no harm. You showed her how to use the washboard, moving your hands skillfully. Kit watched closely before attempting it herself, but her frustration grew as the dirt refused to come out.

“This is exactly what it’s always like with your clothes,” you said, unable to keep the hint of amusement from your voice. “They’re always the hardest to clean.”

Kit huffed, her annoyance clear. She pressed down harder, and you winced as you heard the fabric tear.

“Here, let me help,” you said, moving closer to her. You reached for her hands, guiding them gently as you showed her the right pressure to use. Kit’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she managed to hide it, focusing on the feel of your hands over hers.

After a moment, Kit playfully splashed you with water, a smirk on her face. You gasped, looking at her in shock. Before you could stop yourself, you splashed her back, and soon the two of you were laughing, water flying everywhere as you tried to outdo each other.

Across the courtyard, Jade and Elora stood, watching the scene unfold. Elora sighed, handing a small pouch of coins to Jade, who grinned triumphantly.

“I can’t believe you bet on this,” Elora muttered, shaking her head with a smile.

Jade shrugged, her eyes still on you and Kit. “Told you she’d go for it. Kit’s stubborn, but she knows what she wants.”

Elora watched as Kit finally managed to pin you down, her laughter echoing across the courtyard. “They do look happy,” she said softly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Jade nodded, her expression softening. “Yeah. They really do.”