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❝ 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ❞ hsr x reader 𓆩 𓇼 𓆪

pairings. dan heng, caelus, sampo, welt yang, gepard, blade, jing yuan, luocha x gn!reader

a/n: i miss getting silly little reuqests like this . send me requests guys (if u snet a req b4 its not in the swag askbox anym sighhh), reupload from old blog!!

warnings:oh no SEX AND NSFW AAAHHH, breeding kink caelus, jing yuan, and blade, bc yes!!. kinda bdsm w blade, praise kink w jing yuan, degrading kink w blade, kinda sadist sampo, belly bulge 👍👍, fingering BUT NOT IMPLIED FEM READER 🤬🤬

dan heng is more than happy to be yours, legally, and to be the man to put a ring on your finger. has waited his whole life for this moment, to see you walk down the aisle and everything. and nothing more than finally carrying you in his arms to the bedroom of your newly built house. but having your hands pinned to the bedframe, as his cock is so brutally penetrating your hole, and he can't help but praise you for being such a good pet and taking all of him in you. the endless thrusts you felt that kept coming, and your hole so easy to work himself in and out from all the cum from the rounds that happened hours ago, it felt so endless in your mind, but dan heng couldn't help but indulge himself into you, because you're finally his, and he's finally yours. more under the cut.

caelus thought he was foreign to this kind of stuff, like no one would ever would love him like that back. but he's here now, and you are too. picks you up bridal style on the way up stairs, ripping your wedding dress off. (not rly, just takes it off you, but lets just say he did) all he wants is to literally fill your precious hole up with his seed :(( can't help but go another round, because his stamina was just too much for you to handle, but all it did was turn him on more! the way his cock made such a cute mark on your tummy.. he couldn't help but cum at the sight of how your poor hole will remember the shape of his cock, and his alone.

sampo..? i'm surprised someone actually married him, anyways! kind of rough with it honestly, still type of guy to just ravage himself in you. taking his sweet time, especially when you were so close.<3 your expression, and the way you were just whimpering, and begging for him to just harshly thrust into you to finish it up. all he could say was "i wanna make this night extra memorable for you, and me~!", wants to be begging for his cock to just shoot his warm seed into you already.

welt yang.. all i gotta say is that he's overjoyed, over the moon that he got married to someone as amazing, stunning, to be his world, his everything, the person he'd start a family with. but before all of that, ever since you both started your relationship, he promised himself, that on the night of your marriage, that's when he'd give you the time of your life. a time where you'll always remember. remember the way his huge cock would just be so rough with you aa, just wants you to get every drop of his cum till your belly bulge that he put inside you is so full of his seed, or that your hole will always remember the shape of his dick muahahahshhdkfjvi

gepard my man! already planned it out, knows exactly how the night will go, maybe.. but whatever happens tonight will be according to a plan. probably saved his virginity for this moment, he.. he's tried reading about it, just lets the night go as it is... i guess.. but dear god he really did not hold back, as soon as you gave the go sin that he could go as rough as he wanted, bro wouldn't hesitate AT ALL. just wants to see you so full of his cum it hurts mfmfjfjfjfn. he's jerked off to this moment before too, and the way you just take all of him in, he loves ot so muchh! will breed you like crazy, no joke, even if you're a guy, bro will say he's gonna get you pregnant. anyways, he'll be soft and gentle w u in bed if you want, but if u ever say to go faster, good luck in that wheelchair next day ‼️‼️

blade?!? getting married?!? damn!! very rough, lowkey forgets about you when he's at his climax. but he didn't really plan for it, just let the night play out. oh i have to say this but silver wolf is the flowergirl, kafka is maid of honor, and nanook walks him down the aile. anyways, bro doesn't hesitate to just absolutely breed you, be honest cause i know this man wants kids. and you will have them, don't give a fuck if you a man, he will breed yo ass. licks up the excess seed that didn't, or couldn't fit in your hole that was already so full of his seed. thank you 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥‼️

jing yuan!! oo he is probably the same as gepard, will plan it out, but probably won't go to plan at all. and probably has read smutty books too, just in case. and wow that really helped because just as long as you ask bro to go faster, he will non stop breed you 'till you have like 3 generations of heirs for him. jokes aside, but he would breed you so bad. just needs to see your hole so full of him that it's too much, and won't fit anymore! probably makes you sit on his face once or thrice after all those rounds of pounding you too ;3

luocha.. hmm, if you think about it really hard, lowkey dislikes the idea of sex at the wedding night, but we do not think about it really hard, he does it anyway!! he is the type to know all your spots, all the right places to make you cream on his cock over and over again, cuz bro is a doctor. and would finger you like crazy while making out before the actual intimacy. bro is so careful with you like you are as fragile as glass. his kink is just your whole body. everything about you, your curves, your thighs, your neck, he wants everything, and thats why he'd do it on the wedding night of his!!!

for america i say for AMERICA!!!! (i dont live in the us anym)

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Firefighters: Friend or Foe

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x shy!pregnant!wife!reader (say that 3 times fast)

Summary: You spend the night at the fire station with your best friend, not realizing how jealous your husband Tim is.

Warnings: jealousy, a ton of fluff, loving teasing.

Word Count: 1.8k+ words

A/N: Whether or not this is the same shy!reader x Tim relationship as My Shy Valentine is up to you. I think it could be, but that is getting a part 2 so maybe not. But, please keep the shy!reader reqs coming! I need them.

“Stop,” you beg, though your voice is barely above a whisper.

“No,” Tim answers, continuing his assault of kisses.

“Tim.”

Tim finally looks up, setting his chin against your sternum as he stares at you. Since you showed him the positive pregnancy test, he has been relentless in his affection.

“You’re shy again,” Tim says with a smile.

“Because you’ve been touching my stomach for two days straight,” you mumble, attempting to push your shirt down.

“Because you’re my wife,” Tim argues, pushing up onto his hands to peck your lips. “And this is my baby,” he adds, kissing your stomach again.

You squirm beneath him, and Tim laughs. He tugs your shirt down, and acts like he doesn’t notice that his hand is still beneath it.

“How are you going to survive eight more months of this?”

“I won’t.”

Tim smiles, and you duck your chin to your chest. He nudges his fingers under your chin, bringing your eyes to his. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he kisses you. As you reciprocate his movements, it’s impossible to get shy, too focused on Tim and Tim alone.

✯✯✯✯✯

Smiling at your phone, you don’t hear Tim come home. He sees you are distracted and jumps over the back of the couch to scare you. It works, of course, and you jump before pressing your phone to your chest.

“What are you looking at?” he asks, raising himself up as if he can see over your hands.

“A text,” you reply.

“From?”

“I don’t want to say.”

Tim’s brows furrow, concerned as to what it could be. You’re shy but honest; he’s never worried about you hiding anything from him.

“You’re mean to him,” you add.

Shaking his head, Tim laughs before asking, “What does Darry want?”

“Invited me to spend the night at the fire station,” you explain, letting your phone fall from your chest.

“Why?”

You shrug. “Just to hang out, I guess. He’s working a 48-hour shift, and we haven’t really seen each other much since the wedding.”

“Is that a good idea? I mean, you’re pregnant and if something happens-“

“They’re firefighters. I’m sure they can handle it if anything happens.”

Tim frowns, pulling you against his side.

“I promise I’ll call you if I need you, send you updates. But if you don’t want me to go, I won’t,” you whisper against his chest.

Tim knows it’s not just his protectiveness over you that makes him wary. He’s jealous; he doesn’t get to spend enough time with you, so the idea of you taking an overnight trip to hang out with your firefighter friends upsets him.

“You can go,” he replies, kissing your head. “I’d never keep you from seeing your friends.”

You nod, keeping your head under his chin as he rubs your back.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Bradford, we need your help with something before you leave,” Wade says.

Tim sighs, knowing that really means he will be there incredibly late. At least he knows you’re safe and with your friends at the fire station tonight, though it’s not quite as comforting as it should be. He’s still jealous that they spend so much time with you, his wife.

While he prepares to work late, you walk into the fire station and are greeted by several men yelling your name.

“Hey, Darry,” you greet, allowing your best friend and favorite firefighter to pull you into a hug.

“It’s been too long. How’s the cop treating you?” he asks.

You smile, able to speak to Darry easier than most. It’s taken years to get to this level of friendship and ease of talking, and you wonder if you’ll ever reach this point with Tim. Even though Darry’s your friend, thinking about Tim makes you feel shyer, like he's there and ready to lovingly tease you.

You shrug before answering, “He’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Darry and the other guys pretend to gag, leaning over dramatically while you laugh. As they join in your laughter, Darry shows you to the small bunk area they set up. You know they’re on the clock, and there’s a chance they’ll have to leave during the night, but you’re excited to spend time with them anyway.

“Guys!” Jay yells. “There’s a cop across the street.”

Darry grabs your hand, leading you to the open door as they look at the cop car parked across the street.

“Tim sent a spy,” Darry teases. “Needed to make sure his wife was okay.”

“He should be more worried about her coming to her senses and getting herself a firefighter,” Jay adds.

Shaking your head, you can’t hide your smile at their teasing.

“We should call him over.”

“We don’t have any donuts, there’s no way to lure him in.”

You laugh at Darry’s donut comment, walking past the fire trucks as you head for the kitchen.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim finally gets home sometime after midnight, and when he walks into the empty bedroom, he clenches his jaw. He knows it’s probably irrational to be jealous of you spending the night with Darry, but as he gets into the cold, empty bed, he doesn’t care. Tim wants – needs – you beside him. He has a whole night to make up for, he decides as he sets his alarm to pick you up in the morning.

✯✯✯✯✯

“You’re terrible at nicknames!” Darry accuses.

“No, I’m not,” you argue.

“'Darry'? Anything would’ve been better.”

“Your name is Darrel, which is infinitely worse,” Jay points out.

“What do you call Tim?”

You tug on your ring finger as you avoid answering. For the most part, you don’t call Tim anything. When you feel particularly bold, you go with handsome or honey. Pet names aren’t usually your thing because they make you shy (or shyer, depending on the moment).

“What does he call you?” Darry presses.

“Gorgeous, mostly,” you reply. “Sometimes he uses different ones. Only when he’s messing with me.”

“Smarter than he looks,” Jay mumbles.

“What?” you ask with a chuckle.

“You’re shy. Shy girls deserve to be teased with pet names that are inherently true,” he explains.

“That’s mean.”

Darry and Jay laugh, and you smile as you lean against the mattress behind you.

“Why did I even come?” you ask quietly.

“Because you love us,” Darry and Jay singsong together.

✯✯✯✯✯

You’re sitting on the back of a fire truck, waiting for Tim while Darry prepares for the last few hours of his shift. When Tim’s truck pulls into the driveway, you hop from the bumper and smile as you rush to his door. He hugs you tightly before tossing your overnight bag in the backseat.

“You feeling okay?” he asks.

“I am. Slept pretty well, too,” you promise.

“Absolutely sure?”

You nod, and Tim pulls you under his arm as Darry approaches.

“Don’t trust us to take care of her for a night?” he asks Tim.

Tim looks over at you, and you shake your head.

“Interesting,” Tim muses, smiling at Darry.

“What?” Darry asks, looking at you.

You move your hand to your stomach and lift your shoulders as you say, “I’m pregnant.”

Darry’s eyes widen as he pulls you into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s a weird conversation starter,” you mumble. “What am I supposed to do, wait until someone asks me how I am and say ‘pregnant’?”

Tim and Darry both chuckle at you before Darry shakes Tim’s hand.

“I know you’ll take care of her, so don’t make me remind you what we’ll do if you don’t.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Tim replies, directing you to the passenger door. “See you next time, pyro-babies.”

“Back at ya, bluebird.”

You shake your head at their name-calling. They both care about you, at least.

“Come to the station with me for a bit?” Tim asks. “I can leave earlier this afternoon.”

“Sure,” you answer.

You know that you did a terrible job hiding your suspicion. Tim's sudden invite goes against his usual treatment of you; he knows how shy you are and is usually good about knowing what is and isn’t comfortable for you, and spur-of-the-moment invitations to spend a few hours in a crowded police station are unusual.

As Tim leads you inside, he holds you close. When his hand moves across your back, you suddenly realize he’s jealous. You spent the night with firefighters while carrying his child and didn’t even consider how that could affect him.

“I love you,” you whisper as he closes his office door.

He smiles, pulling a chair beside his own and taking your hand. You kiss his knuckles before looking away, and his quiet chuckle is a good sign that he’s not actually mad at you, just needs some loving attention to make up for a night alone.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Can we-“ You trail off, looking at the couch as Tim closes the front door behind you.

“Can we what?” Tim asks gently.

Turning toward him, you look at his chest rather than his face while you ask, “Can we just stay together for a bit?”

“You wanna cuddle,” Tim rephrases.

You nod, keeping your eyes down as you fiddle with your wedding ring. Tim agrees because he wants to and can’t deny you, especially when you ask so shyly.

He lays on the couch first, pulling you into his arms and against his chest. His hand finds your stomach, slipping under the hem of your shirt to rest on your nonexistent bump. As your pregnancy progresses and you start showing, his hand will be nearly inseparable from you.

“Sorry for leaving you last night,” you whisper.

Tim shrugs, and you turn to look at him. 

“I didn’t think about how it would be for you. Just that I’d get to see my friends. I’m sorry.”

Nodding, Tim licks his lips before saying, “I didn’t even get home until midnight. I just- I got jealous.”

You’re surprised by his easy admission but don’t say anything as he continues.

“That bed feels really big without you.”

Smiling, you lean forward and kiss Tim’s nose, moving your arms under his shoulders to give him the closest you can manage to a hug. He sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you close. You kiss his cheek as you move your head to rest beside him.

“So, you’re even? A night at the fire station and a few hours at the police station?” you ask.

“We’ll never be even,” Tim replies, turning to face you. “You always come home to me, you wear my ring on your finger, and you’re having my baby. You are my baby.”

You tip your head against Tim’s shoulder, hiding from his pet names. Remembering what Jay said, you argue, “Don’t use pet names just to make me shy.”

“I would never do that, gorgeous.”

You feel Tim’s smile as he kisses your head, but your cheeks grow warmer, and you can’t find it in yourself to argue again.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Tim adds, laughing when you groan.

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Hellooooo 🫶🫶

I have another request if that's alright :)

Can you do one where Az meets his mate in an Illyrian camp but she's pregnant with another males baby(a male she was basically sold to by her family like a forced marriage) and he finds the guy and beats the ever loving shit out of him and whisks her away to the House of Wind and just worships her? But can you make it like soul crushingly angsty?

Thank you and you don't have to if you have to many reqs rn 🫶🫶

whew this is a long one and tbh it could've been a whole series. It's quite angsty but with a very fluffy ending. It's a different writing style for me so idk how I feel about it but I hope you enjoy it💜

New Hope

Azriel x f!Reader

Warnings: depictions of DV/abuse, some suggestiveness, non-sexual nudity

The first time Azriel saw you was in Emerie’s clothing shop. You had convinced your father to take you to her store for your engagement dress, an agreement he begrudgingly made in exchange for your cooperation in the marriage. 

You were browsing through the fabrics, eyeing a lapis blue silk piece when Azriel entered, the cold air rushing in behind him sending a shiver down your spine. The door closed, yet the breeze continued, whipping around you erratically. Confused, you looked up from the fabrics to see a blushing shadowsinger watching in horror as his shadows swarmed you, dancing and weaving through your hair and clothes. 

The giggle that left your lips at the scene made Azriel’s heart leap in his chest, the male breathless as he was struck by the sight of the most beautiful female he had ever seen. When you turned to face him, the shimmering fabric in your hand reflected the light in your eyes, and time stopped. The world tilted on its axis as a thread in Azriel’s chest snapped, and he understood who he was looking at. His mate.

Just then, your father grabbed your arm, drawing you out of the moment as he tossed the blue fabric to Emerie, declaring that it would be sufficient for the engagement dress. Azriel’s heart sank in his chest. Of course the cauldron would have him meet his mate when she was already engaged to someone else. 

It was then that the shadowsinger made the decision - that as long as you were happy with your husband, he wouldn’t interfere. However, after that day, Azriel found himself inventing every excuse to venture to Windhaven, just to see you and make sure you were okay. 

One day, you approached him in town. He was shocked that you recognized him, both of you unaware of the draw that you felt towards him.

~~~

The marriage was loveless. You knew that your husband didn’t truly care for you from the moment you met, but it was an advantageous arrangement for both families that you be wed. It broke your heart to learn that you would be married for anything other than the love you dreamed of as a little girl, but you clung to hope, and believed that you and your husband might learn to love one another over time.

That never happened. After the wedding, a new side of your husband revealed itself. At first, he shocked you by raising his voice, making callous and cruel comments - but that was nothing new for you as a female in Windhaven. Life was lonely, often times you found yourself crying silently until you fell asleep, terrified as your husband became increasingly aggressive, and sometimes violent. 

It was one day that you poured the milk out of the window at home to give yourself an excuse to head into town for more, when you saw Azriel. You had noticed the shadowsinger around Windhaven far more over the past months, and you were grateful for his presence. Although you didn’t know him, seeing him around gave you a sense of calm that you couldn’t describe - the world was a little less lonely. Unsure of what invisible force was guiding you across the street to where he stood, your feet acted of their own accord as you found yourself standing a foot away from Azriel. 

“Hi, Azriel,” you greeted, a pleasant smile on your face. Despite the freezing temperatures, the feeling of those shadows dancing through your hair brought you a joy like you had never felt before. 

Hazel eyes widened as the spymaster looked at you with surprise. “You know my name?”

You giggled, the sound like music to Azriel’s ears as you nodded. “Of course, everyone knows who you are.” You didn’t include how often you had thought of him since that day in Emerie’s shop.

The two of you started up a friendship after that. The highlight of your day was when you were able to escape your husband, finding your best friend in town - the male in the shadows who always made you feel seen. Azriel was kind, unlike any other male you had known, his warm smile always making you feel safe. 

And then you were pregnant. You cried, unable to find the energy to leave your house for days when you learned you were going to have a child. Growing up, dreaming of having a family of your own, you never envisioned that it would be like this. Your husband came home from the tavern to find you crying, smacking you across the face with the back of his hand. When you cried harder, he hit you again. The tears only stopped falling when your vision finally faded to black, and you lay unconscious on the floor.

You awoke the next morning, pain radiating throughout your body. The glance you dared in the mirror wasn’t necessary to tell you how you must look, but it was confirmation. Dried blood trailed from your nose, black circles under your eyes from the pressure of how hard he hit you. 

Silver lined your eyes, but tears would not fall. A new sharpness edged your expression, mirroring the resolution you felt inside. This male would never make you cry again. You quickly left the house, headed towards Emerie’s shop in desperation for help. You didn’t care what it would cost you - your child deserved a better life than Windhaven.

~~~

Azriel almost fell to his knees when he saw you for the first time in nearly a week. He had accepted the fate that you no longer needed his friendship, that you were happy with your husband. But when his shadows whispered to him that you were injured, cobalt siphons glowed as the shadowsinger barely leashed his concern. 

A lump formed in Azriel’s throat when he took in your appearance. The scarf that you had pulled over your nose to cover most of the bruises didn’t disguise the scent of your blood - or your pregnancy. He hardly registered that you were carrying that male’s child, his main focus on what happened to you. 

His heart might burst at how your eyes lit up when you noticed him in the street - how you ran to him, your body so small compared to his as you wrapped him in a hug. That bursting heart shattered when he heard your wince as he hugged you back. “What happened to you?” Azriel murmured, deathly quiet.

You swallowed, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes that had turned his world upside down that day in Emerie’s shop - those eyes that now seemed so hollow, missing the life they once held. Unable to find the words of last night’s events, you could only manage to tell Azriel, “I need to get my baby out of here. I can’t... my husband will never be near this child.”

The venom in your voice as those last words left you told Azriel everything he needed to know. “Do you trust me?” You nodded, still clinging to Azriel as tight as you could without hurting yourself. He pressed a kiss to your hair, wrapping you gently in his arms. “I’m going to get you to a home and a healer.”

~~~

No sooner had the words left his mouth than you found yourself engulfed by shadows, spirited away to a cozy living room in a large, warm home. “Welcome to Velaris,” Azriel whispered, gently turning you around to face the view of a beautiful city unlike that which you’d ever seen. The sun was setting over the mountains, casting a pinkish hue across the sky and you thought you must be in paradise. “Come on, I’ll take you upstairs to clean up.”

Azriel took your hand, helping as you slowly climbed the grand staircase up to a luxurious bedroom. It was tidy, with a massive bed and a seating area around a hearth, a crackling fire casting a warm glow over the room. The space smelled like rain and cedar, and you realized that you were in Azriel’s bedroom. 

Grief hits at the worst times, and in the strongest waves. And it was grief - for your old home, for your child’s life with a father, for any hope of what you dreamed your life would be - that overcame you as you crumpled to the ground, sobs tearing from your body as Azriel knelt in front of you. 

Finding the courage to look up, you found hazel eyes watching you with a tenderness that you had never felt before, and the breath left your lungs as the cord snapped in your chest. Azriel let out a noise between a laugh and a choked cry as scarred hands held your battered and bruised face. “You... You’re my mate?” The words left you in little more than a whisper, the hope behind them more dangerous than you could allow yourself to feel. 

With a soft smile and a somehow softer touch, Azriel brushed the hair that had fallen into your eyes, tucking it behind your ear as he nodded. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t intervene as long as you were happy, but I will be here for you. As a friend, or whatever you need. I am yours, and I will care for you and that baby as much or as little as you want me to be. I am here for you.” 

His words ignited something in you - a hope that the love and the family that you had dreamed of was possible. Without another thought, you pulled Azriel into a searing kiss, his eager reciprocation the validation you needed as you allowed yourself to enjoy this moment. You pulled away, forehead resting against Azriel’s as you breathed, “I want you. In every way, I want you, Azriel. You are the best thing in my life, and I don’t want to part from you.” 

Azriel’s smile was brighter than the sun. “You have me,” he whispered, “and I will spend the rest of my existence loving you.” 

You couldn’t tell how long you stayed there, holding each other on the floor of the bedroom before Azriel dared to interrupt the moment. “I have a bath ready for you in the other room.”

Looking to him with mock offense, you gaped. “Are you saying I smell, shadowsinger?” 

The laugh that left his lips fueled you with enough joy for years to come, Azriel leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose. “Not at all, but the healer, Madja, is coming soon, along with Rhys and Feyre. I thought you might want to clean up before Madja tends to you, and I will bring you some clean clothes.” 

Azriel helped you up, the male respectfully looking away as you undressed and stepped into the tub, immediately relaxing your aching muscles. You giggled at his propriety, reveling in the twitch of Azriel’s wing at the sound. He cleared his throat, announcing that he would wait in the other room when you winced. 

Azriel whipped around, his eyes wide as he searched you with concern. Giving him a weak smile, you slowly lowered your arm that was reaching for the soap. “I don’t think I can wash my hair myself. Would...you be able to help me, Az?”

He swallowed thickly, giving you a slight nod as he mutely moved behind you. You laughed slightly at his obvious nerves. “I’m not shy, Az. Don’t worry,” you promised. He seemed to relax slightly behind you as his hands lathered your hair with soap, gently massaging it into your scalp. You bit back the tears that threatened to spill as you realized no one had ever taken care of you like this in your life - instead reaching your hand up, Azriel meeting you halfway as he held it, lowering to press a kiss to the bruised skin. 

Angling your head back, you looked up into those hazel eyes, pulling on his hand in silent request. Azriel leaned down to kiss you softly, but you wanted more, deepening the kiss as you pulled him further. Azriel stumbled, catching his balance as he almost fell into the water. 

He chuckled, sitting back up to rinse out your hair. Azriel’s eyes darkened as he scented your arousal, shaking his head at the smirk that played on your lips. “As much as I would love to pleasure you right now, Rhys just informed me that they are almost here.” He walked around to the side of the tub, crooking one finger under your chin. “And when I do make love to you, I plan to worship you until my body gives out.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the promise, your mind struggling to stay focused as you took the towel from Azriel and stepped out of the bath. You got dressed, sitting down on the bed just as a knock sounded at the door. The High Lord and High Lady entered, waving off your attempts at formality as the healer introduced herself.

The High Lady - Feyre - as she insisted you call her, stayed with you the entire time as Madja tended to your injuries and checked on the baby. Azriel stood in the corner with Rhysand, the two males talking in hushed tones. 

Madja cleared you and the baby, giving you several tonics to take for your injuries and told you that she would be back in another week to check on you and the baby. Feyre and Rhysand didn’t linger long, Madja insisting that you needed the rest and that the “chit-chat” could happen later. 

You patted the space next to you in bed, inviting Azriel to come sit, and laid your head on his chest as you let your eyes drift shut. “Az, what were you discussing with the High Lord? If you don’t mind me asking.” 

You felt him tense behind you for a moment, silence hanging in the air as Azriel seemed to weigh his words carefully. “Rhys has been made aware of what happened to you, and we’ve made sure that those responsible will not be responsible for any further pain, to you or anyone else.”

As understanding dawned on you of what Azriel meant, you were surprised at the lack of sorrow you felt for your husband and father. Rather, you felt a deeper peace for the first time in your life, as both you and Azriel brought your hands to rest on your womb, a silent promise that your baby would have a better childhood than you had. That together, you had a renewed hope for a better life.

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DRESSES . yan! elf prince

thank u 4 the request!! feel free to send more reqs! tw(s): yandere, he makes reader feel creeped out.

can be read as g/n reader, makes a bit more sense why it would probably be g/n if you read the TW(s) in this fanfic written by me.

“DO A SPIN FOR me, princess,” he hummed, sitting on the couch in front of you. 

You looked at him as if he was stupid, a face of disgust as you looked at him, yet you still did it anyway. 

“It’s uncomfortable,” you mumbled, tugging at the dress a bit, feeling uneasy.

You could feel his eyes on you, lingering on your body. You felt exposed and vulnerable as if he was taking advantage of your skills for his entertainment. You couldn't wait for it to be over, to retreat to the safety of your own space.

“We can look at other dresses. You’d need to do so quickly, however. We have to get ready for dinner with my family.”

He stood up, making his way towards a rack of white dresses, taking a quick glance at one then quickly looking at another.

"This one," he said, holding it up. "I think it would look good on you."

You hesitated, but then nodded, unable to find the strength to resist his demands. You walked over to him, feeling uncomfortable as he held the dress up for you to put on.

As you did, he grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his breath on your neck, his hands lingering on your waist. You felt trapped and helpless as he controlled every aspect of your life.

"Do you like it?" he asked, finally releasing you.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was affecting you.

“Can we look at other ones?”

“I thought you liked this?”

“I do,” you didn’t. “But  what if we find one we both like more? The wedding is supposed to be a special day… right?

“I suppose you’re right.”He reluctantly stepped away, letting you browse through a few more dresses. You couldn't shake off the feeling of uneasiness as he watched your every move, always lurking behind you like he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Finally, you found a dress that you felt comfortable in. It was simple, yet elegant. You turned to him, hoping for his approval.

He looked you up and down, "I like it," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You couldn't help but feel relieved. Maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought he was. Maybe he just had a different way of showing his affection. But deep down, you knew that there was something dark and twisted about him, something that made you question your sanity.

As you walked towards the fitting room, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and you couldn't help but feel sorry for the person staring back at you - a person who had lost themself in the hands of a cruel man. 

[sunflowersteves]

hello again!!

i loved the blurb of the last req i sent in so you’re getting my new idea >:)

ok so miguel and reader are married and he notices that during missions she fiddles with her engagement and wedding rings under her suit and he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world 🥹

i’m just the softest for miggy i can’t

have a great day/night and DRINK MORE WATER!!

ugh I love this sm. ty for your patience!! I have so many requests for miggy it’s insane and I love it. So, I kinda got carried away and I made them fiancee’s but I hope you enjoy it 💗

pairing || miguel o’hara x f!reader

warnings || soft!miguel, fluff, fiancé!miguel

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Miguel is an intuitive person. He could observe someone from afar and understand their weaknesses, triumphs, and fears. He has always been quite the observer.

For you, though, he knew everything. Your favorite food, your favorite movie, how your energy levels plummeted after a lot of stimulation, the way you got nervous around new people—everything.

He might not admit it to anyone, but he knows. He understands that this level of love—this care for another person—ran deep in his bones. His heart always thumped across his chest from your mere presence. No matter how much he resists the complacency of personal attachments, he can never resist you.

He might be grumpy. He might yell and get angry. He might roll his eyes and huff out his breath, but Miguel loves so deeply that it punctures his chest and creates a chasm of adoration for you.

Miguel was obsessed with the silhouette of you alone, never mind the way his stomach swirls with contentment and love when your hands glide smoothly across his chest. Never mind the way his heart stops every time you send him an endearing smile.

Miguel is hopelessly and helplessly in love with you, and as an observer, Miguel saw the little things.

He observed the way you would fiddle with his fingers underneath the table when you were nervous.

He observed when you would tap a finger on his bicep, completely subconsciously as you told him about your day.

He observed how you pressed deep kisses onto the scars that scattered across his chest and abdomen.

God, how he loved it. He never said a word, though.

His lips would quirk in the faintest of smiles as his body felt hot from the interactions. His hand would splay themselves on your thigh because he knew that you would need something to fumble with. He would lean his shoulder into you so your fingers could tap away absentmindedly.

Miguel knew your idiosyncrasies very well—and it was a mission in his head to file each of them into his mind so he could keep them for eternity.

This one, though, was new.

Miguel had proposed to you a week ago—a week exactly from today. It wasn’t your typical proposal where everyone in the background claps and congratulates you.

Miguel had taken you to your favorite spot. In Nueva York, there’s an old district that was a historic area full of old buildings. He took you to the top of the Chrysler building—that one being your favorite from the older days.

He didn’t prepare a big speech. He wasn’t sure he could without the swirling emotions of how much you truly meant to him. So, instead, he makes it simple.

“Te amo.”

Your eyes widened substantially at the indication of those words. Your mouth opened, jaw dropped almost to the floor. Tears started to collect on your eyelids, but you refused to let them fall.

“Miguel—” Your voice chokes in on itself as he showed you the ring. He looks at you, eyes wide with hope. You rarely saw that expression flash across his face. “Yes. Te amo también, Miguel.”

Without any words, he slipped the ring on your finger, and the two of you sat in silence. His body pressed up against yours, and he contently sighed.

Ever since he slipped that pretty ring onto your finger, you would feel it. You would twist the silvery metal. You’d swirl and fiddle with the accessory.

Sometimes, when you really needed comfort, you would place your lips onto the solid ring. When Miguel wasn’t around, you knew that he was always going to be there. He was always with you—even when he wasn’t.

And just like now, as your listening to Peter B.’s words, you’re twisting the ring around your finger. Miguel watched from afar, without coming towards you, as you subconsciously press your lips to the band.

Miguel couldn’t suppress the smile that curled on his lips as he watched you. His heart beat loudly against his ears—mission no longer on his brain.

Your concerned eyes eventually found him, and you melted. He could immediately see the anxiety dissipate from your shoulders from his presence. It made his stomach swirl with love.

Then, a voice appears next to his ear. “You guys are so cute. I’m gonna cry.”

Miguel rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Lyla.”

“When you have your wedding, I’m gonna be front row, okay? It has to be that way because—”

“Lyla.” He growls. “Shut up.” He wouldn’t admit it in the whole damn world, but there was still a smile on his face.

[writingstoraes]

Secret trip part two? With like the guests pictures, well wishes and some honeymoon posts from the newly weds 🤞😍

the days after 🏝

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au (heavier on the ig part hehe)

notes: thank you sm for requesting, lovely! i hope you like this 🤍 reqs are still open! (tho patience is required i have varying levels of productivity lol) posting next would be the part 3 of split! lmk if anyone wants to be tagged hehe

about: after revealing the private wedding you and charles had in italy, here's what came after!

this is the part 2 to secret trip! read it here.

carlossainz55

liked by pierregasly, landonorris, charles_leclerc, and 984,221 others

carlossainz55 Suited up and attended something 🥂

pierregasly What's with the mystery everyone knows Charles and Y/N got married

carlossainz55 Mind your own Insta, thank you very much?

scuderiaferrari Looking sharp, Smooth Operator! ❤️

danielricciardo Okay we see you Mr. Secrecy 😁

carlossainz55 I'm not hiding anything????

landonorris People literally know you attended a wedding

carlossainz55 IT WAS JUST A CAPTION? Can't I post a picture of myself in peace? 55sainzz LMAOOO THEY WONT LET HIM BREATHE 😭

pierregasly

liked by arthurleclerc, lorenzotl, yourusername, and 564,983 others

pierregasly Somewhere in Italy, two of my greatest friends tied the knot. Congratulations to the two best people I know ❤️ Grateful to be a part of this magical day and I only wish you two the happiest of days. Seems like it was just yesterday when Charles was boasting how you finally texted him back 🤣

estebanocon I am not the best person you know?

landonorris Hurts, right?

charles_leclerc The last part was uncalled for... but yeah I was proud :D

charlesmcqueen hes been whipped for her ever since god i have seen what you have done for others

danielricciardo See carlossainz55 this is how you do a greeting

carlossainz55 I am going to post one can you all wait damn

danielricciardo

liked by lewishamilton, maxverstappen, georgerussell63, and 849,273 others

danielricciardo Almost a year ago, Charles and Y/N asked me to take some pictures of them to commemorate their engagement. Believe it or not, these pictures are outtakes and unplanned. I happened to catch such beautiful moments between the two of them and now I just witnessed them celebrate their love for each other.

Congratulations, yourusername and charles_leclerc!

landonorris Another smashing greeting related to the wedding, carlossainz55 can't relate 🙏

carlossainz55 I am about to block all of you

yourusername melting at your caption aside, why am i only seeing this now, daniel?

danielricciardo Saved it for a second wedding gift 😁

gaslyscar Jesus i am never going to experience this am I 😪

lewishamilton

liked by charles_leclerc, mercedesamgf1, susiewolff, and 1,001,223 others

lewishamilton Was not able to snap some pictures from the wedding but luckily, I have this in my gallery from all the times I have spent third-wheeling with them. I think the smiles on their faces say it all. Congratulations, newlyweds! 🤵👰

charles_leclerc Million thanks for telling me what her name was, mate 😆

lewishamilton You're also welcome for the texts I helped you construct cause you were too afraid to send one britcedesbro sir lewis hamilton professional matchmaker???

carlossainz55 At this point who hasn't third-wheeled with them?

yourusername hey you guys make it seem like it's a bad thing charles_leclerc And we pay the bill to compensate???

carlossainz55

liked by maxverstappen, charles_leclerc, yourusername, and 678,234 others

carlossainz55 Such an unbelievable experience to witness Charles and Y/N's journey as a couple. A witness since their first date, the first time Charles introduced her to Ferrari team members, the day Charles told me he was out picking a ring, up to being the first to receive the good news that Y/N said yes. I only wish you guys eternal moments of love, happiness, and peace ❤️

And before the entire grid comes at me for this, yes I am capable of doing a proper greeting. Thanks.

yourusername hmm, seems like you're doing this to prove something, carlito

charles_leclerc Totally, out of spite carlossainz55 I cannot catch a break from all of you 😐

landonorris Their faces aren't visible

pierregasly Where are our pictures??? carlossainz55 That's it, hard blocking all of you

yourusername

liked by carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, arthurleclerc, and 341,886 others

yourusername maldives with the man i recently got my last name from 🏖️

pierregasly Enjoy, newlyweds ❤️

landonorris Bring me home some shell necklaces

charles_leclerc When did you take that shot of me

yourusername when you were busy saying the stone formation kinda looks like the rock 🥱

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, pierregasly, maxverstappen, and 1,290,472 others

charles_leclerc Honeymoon stop 2: Iceland 🏞️ Beautiful place with my beautiful wife.

scuderiaferrari Have fun, Y/N and Charles! ❤️

arthurleclerc Me? An uncle?

yourusername no one said that, arthur 😆

forzacharles i too would wanna travel the world during my honeymoon with my significant other, all i need is a significant other

yourusername

liked by carlossainz55, pierregasly, yourbff, and 432,208 others

yourusername various shots from our many stops. adventures with you surely does not stop here. excited to spend forever with you, charles_leclerc 🤍

landonorris I am expecting my shell necklace any moment now

carlossainz55 Can't even wait for them to unpack?

charles_leclerc Pour toujours et à jamais, mon amour 💋 Forever and always, my love.

lovingleclerc MY FAVEEE COUPLE <3

sainzzlecs my parents exactly

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: its actually been so long since i did an imagine that's purely ig lmao i find it hard now to not include twitter panels but anyway! i hope you like this anon <3 lmk what u guys think hehe btw reqs for charles imagines are open hehe (pls lend some patience if u send one tho) thank you for reading 🤍

posting next would be the part 3 of split! lmk if anyone wants to be tagged hehe

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF SEPTEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of september! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Head Over Skates || @mercurygguk🔞💔🔄

↳ in which jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you hate his guts and he knows it – that's why he's more than determined to make the most of three weeks of project work. you're convinced it's going to be the end of you.

My Heart Did || @aseaofyoongi🔞💔✅

↳ as soon as senior years comes to an end a lot of teens shed who we were and strive to be flourish into a more polished version of themselves. although, broken hearts aren’t so quick to heal what happens when thoughts reveal all we need to know?

Bad Idea || @back2bluesidex🔞💕✅

↳ Accepting Jungkook's invitation to watch him train topless was such a bad idea.

Don't Tell Me That... You Forgot || @sweetiestokkie💕✅

↳ (short summary that i have come up with since there wasnt one, but oc plans a secret birthday for jk. so we have a lil ol angy jjk.)

Just The Tip? || @joon4eva🔞💕✅

↳ you and namjoon are left alone together for a little too long. or: in your childhood home, you learn just how much is really "just the tip" with namjoon.

My Flower || @i-am-baechu💕✅💯

↳ Men don’t get enough flowers. That’s why whenever it’s Namjoon’s birthday, Y/N always sends flowers (someone please get me a boo so that i can give them flowers.)

Socks || @hisunshiine💕✅

↳ (theres no summary but if we talking about socks, his god dam toe socks lives in my mind rent free and i need it to start paying rent.)

Take Care Of You || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ To keep your fiance from burning out you suggest a weekend getaway to Gapyeong, a charming town about an hour outside Seoul. You've specifically asked him to leave his work equipment at home but like a deep rooted habit, he still brings it with him. You're left with no choice but to find a way to get his attention back.

When I Say Forever || @kookslastbutton🔞💕✅💯

↳ Today’s your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today.

7 Hybrids Moved In With Me || @lillsisamarshmallow💕💔🔄

↳ When the dog hybrid who visits her bakery starts taking extra food Y/N follows it through the alleys to find out why, but what happens when she stumbles upon an empty alley only to find 6 more hybrids and some very familiar pastries?

Entangled || @caelesjjk🔞✅💯

↳ Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man.

Hold Me Together || @casuallyimagining💕🔄💯

↳ a collection of drabbles and headcanons featuring seokjin, yoongi, and namjoon and their significant others.... all of whom have chronic illnesses. each piece can be read on its own or as part of a series.

Leaked || @btsficsandsuch💕💔✅

↳ Req by OP's Followers: Hi ,I love your writing so much . Can I request a ot7 × platonic fem reader where they became friends accidentally and she is also their fan but something happens like a misunderstanding of sorts and she is blamed or something then when the truth comes out they ask for her forgiveness but don't make her forgive them easily also include an accident in between story if you can. Sorry if it's too confusing .have a good day

Stars Around My Scars || @vanteggukie💕💔🔄

↳ people are not always what they seem. you learned that the hard way, when you caught your boyfriend cheating, the night that was supposed to be one of the best ones you ever experienced. but on the same night you also learned that in everything bad, there’s always a little bit of good.

Rainy Days || @rklve🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.

Taste Of His Own Medicine || @btsficsandsuch💔✅💯

↳ You suddenly have to leave to go back to your home country for a few months. Yoongi decides to ignore you so you decide to show him how it feels when he realizes you’re gone.

The Back Up Plan || @btsgotjams27💕✅💯

↳ one drunken night leads to an agreement that if you and jungkook are still single by 30, you'd marry each other. the only thing is jungkook has been doing everything he can to keep you single.

Aphrodite In War || @jungblue🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.

Basic Needs || @gggukniverse🔞✅💯

↳ missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.

Safety Net || @pradaksj🔞💕💔✅

↳ on new year’s eve, you and jungkook reflect on each other’s entire year together. 

Heart-On || @junghelioseok🔞✅💯💯

↳ your one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is. (this is part of their serendipity series, make note that its not connected. do check out their jjk fic thats part of this series!!)

Territorial || @bonny-kookoo🔞💕🔄

↳ Who would've known that the big bad wolf isn't actually all that bad?

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[parkerpeter24]

Sending in req, wedding anniversary w/ peter can be smut or not but a lot of fluff <3

OKAY I LOVE THE IDEA thanks so much for sending this in 🤍 i tried my best idk why my writing feels a bit rusty and this isn’t that long 🥸🤧 also i accidentally made this pre-wedding anniversary 😭

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

requests are open

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the remnants of last night flooded your mind, leaving a wide smile covering your face as soon as you woke up. peter’s arm were wrapped firmly around you but he shuffled when he heard the change in your pattern of breathing.

you turned around in his arms and he pulled you closer, “g’morning, boyfriend. happy anniversary.”

you watched with partly closed eyelids as peter’s eyebrows furrowed, lips downturned, “i’m your fiancé!”

“right. i know.” you chuckled as he nudged his nose against yours. peter, your boyfriend since four years, had finally proposed to you one night before your anniversary, and despite him being the worst at secret-keeping, this one was exceptionally well kept. but knowing peter, you would have expected something like that from him anyway.

“why’d you say boyfriend?” he asked.

“you know, it was fun being your girlfriend. it’s like an end of an era.” you shrugged, getting up finally to start the day.

peter shook his head, “happy anniversary, fiancé.”

the two of you made breakfast together, stealing kisses every once in a while as you worked around the kitchen in co-ordination. peter cut up some strawberries while you baked pancakes.

“we should run to the grocery store later.” you stated as the two of you sat down at the dining table, besides instead of sitting across each other.

“why?” peter asked.

“there’s basically nothing left in the fridge.” you said before dipping your spoon in the nutella jar and pulling out a flood of the chocolate spread, covering your pancake in it.

“whoa! easy there, willy wonka.” peter teased, making you laugh.

“it’s alright. not like i’ve gotta maintain a figure, i got a boyfriend.”

peter’s face, once more turned sour with distaste. not from your pancakes but from what you’d just said, “i’m your fiancé.”

“yes, i’ve got a fiancé.” you gave him a grin before taking a bite from your stack of pancakes.

the two of you took a trip down to the grocery store around noon. peter gathered all the items from your list while you were busy exploring the snacks section, finally deciding on a few packs of readymade popcorn for your movie night later and some reese’s peanut butter cups.

on your way out from the store, you stumbled into your neighbour, mj. she noticed the ring immediately and her eyes widened in excitement.

peter realised you two hadn’t told anyone about your engagement. peter noticed the look of confusion over your face as mj congratulated you.

the brunette took your hand in his, pulling it up to your eye level so you could see the beautiful ring sitting on your ring finger, “fiancé.” he mouthed to you.

“oh! thanks a lot, mj.” you smiled at the kind girl.

you were sitting on the couch, legs stretched to rest over the coffee table as you waited for peter to bring the snacks out. the first scene of the movie you two had mutually agreed upon– after a long, long conversation over how star wars is better than rom coms– was paused over the screen as you tapped away on your mobile phone.

you were talking to gwen, telling her the whole thing since she wanted every little detail about how peter proposed to you. you sent her the last text as peter settled beside you, leaving against your shoulder, “watcha doin’?”

“nothing, just telling gwen about my fiancé.” you emphasized on the word.

“finally!” peter cheered, making you laugh as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

the two of you cuddled on the couch as you started ‘the proposal’.

not to your surprise, peter was straddling your hips as the end credits rolled. his hands, warm under your t-shirt, travelled up, pulling the fabric along with them.

your tongue worked its way past your lover’s lips, exploring his mouth. your hand travelled to the nape of his neck, playing with the soft curls as he pulled away for breath. his lips attached to your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake, then over your neck. you felt him gently bite the skin over your sensitive spot, making you gasp, “peter! no teasing.”

peter pulled away to look you in the eye, giving you a smug look “what? i just wanna make sweet love to my girlfriend.”

“fiancé!” you scolded before sealing the gap between you two once more.

[ponydoodles]

ahem time for a little question roundup (¬‿¬)

THANK YOU!! yes fanart is always allowed hehe

im gonna say generally no, we'd prefer if you ask the mod who drew the image you wanna edit instead, or better yet, just ask if they have a transparent version you can use! all our contact info is in the carrd, or you can send an ask off anon and the intended mod can answer it privately :] we have a lot of artists here and we all have different opinions on this stuff so i cant really give a yes or no answer !

ill copy paste our messages from our discord lawl mod nebula: mine is steve x discord

mod cottonskittles: see i like uncommon m6 x bg character ships like pinkie x muffins but m6 ships feel so inherently not obscure to me lmao, celestia x raven is a fun one though her lil assistant, i also really like muffins x golden harvest but idk if thats obscure or just old 😭 i swear it used to be semi common but like no one but me ships it anymore

mod ko: Mine is by far Kimono x Wysteria, I don’t even remember WHY I started shipping it as a kid but I did and now I’m in love

mod birdie: i have a ship so obscure that i am LITERALLY the only person who ships it, candy apple x sombra

mod treat: mine is ditzy x sunburst :3

mod sunrise: HMMM probably Twi x Vinyl Scratch if mane 6 ones count, if not umm.. Celestia x Cheerilee? Does that count? I don’t see many fans of it but I may just be in the wrong circles :P

mod fiesta: maybe candance/shining/sunburst/starlight? i just think they should all kiss

mod salem: Applejack and lightning dust/moondancer for me lol

mod murmurs: I rlly like cadence x zecora :]

maybe it was an old invite? idk! heres a new one just in case >:] https://discord.gg/8QRdekZRxV

yes! even if youv'e seen something similar requested before feel free to send it in :3 a different mod might want to draw it or add a fun spin on it or something! and tbh weve drawn so many requests at this point if we limited it to unique reqs i dont think wed have many at all LOL

-mod treat

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Reqs Closed (Just for a Lil Bit!)

Hey, pals! Just wanted to give you a heads up that I'm closing my reqs (recs?) for a week or two. My little brother was recently diagnosed with heart failure and is really sick, so I'm going home to help my family while he's getting tests and labs and stuff done at the hospital.

Plus, he keeps calling me and asking when I can come home again 🥹

I'll probably keep them closed for a little bit after that, too, just so I can get caught up on all your lovely requests. :)

Please send positive vibes/thoughts/energy to my brother if you stumble upon this post. His name is Levi, and he's my favorite person in the world, and we just want him to be okay. 🫶🏻

In return, a rare face reveal: here's me and Levi getting ready for our other brother's wedding rehearsal dinner.

[bp-zb1fics]

can i req gyuvin x male reader where gyuvin wants to ask out the reader but protective YOUNGER brother gunwook blocks any chance he can get but right as gyuvin is about to give up reader asks gyuvin out? you can make this as funny as you like

The perils of asking you out

pairing: gyuvin x male reader ft. protective younger brother gunwook

genre: university au on some serious crack (same verse as sunbaenim), chaotic romcom vibes

tw/tags: love at first sight, protective brother, uni party, alcohol, getting drunk, flirting, junhyeon gives great advice, gunwook is 18 and can have a driver's license, hangovers, eating ramen, confessions, dates, gunwook isn’t trying to be scary — gyuvin’s just scared (and in love), a whole lot of chaos and comedic side comments

wc: 3068 😱

summary: gyuvin’s always wanted to ask you out but he has one big problem and it’s called park gunwook, your extremely protective little brother.

a/n this…hefty word count, srsly thought I wasn’t capable of going over 2k words when it came to requests but oh well. Perhaps it’s because anon (tysm for the req) said “make this as funny as you like” and so this is v much heavily infused w my brand of- err humor. This au was rlly fun to write as well~ Enjoy!

Check my pinned for more fics~

Gyuvin notices you on your first day of university freshman orientation. 

Now he won’t claim love at first sight. He found you interesting, is all. People are allowed to find other people interesting. He wanted to get to know you, which was fine. People should get to know other people. 

And okay, so what if he was in love, just a little, you know? People are allowed to fall in love with other people, goddamit. But it definitely isn’t love, probably.

People can also check the schedules of other people to see what classes they have together. Why? So Gyuvin would have opportunities to talk with you. 

And there’s nothing wrong with that. People should talk to other people. Social interaction is a basic need. The reason people have needs is so that they can function properly.

Right, proper, solid logic.

“Hi.”

You look up at the brunette boy who’s taken the seat beside you.

“I’m Kim Gyuvin.”

You smile, introduce yourself and say:

“Nice to meet you, Gyuvin-ssi.”

Gyuvin swears he can hear wedding bells. 

Which is okay. Totally fine. People are allowed to daydream about their wedding to-

Yeah fuck that.

It’s your first week of freshman year and Kim Gyuvin has a gigantic, humongous, big, fat crush on you. And that’s a fact.

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Gyuvin meets your younger brother when you two are about halfway through the first semester. 

Things are going well for you by all counts. While you don’t always run in the same circles, you’re always friendly in class and he’s more or less claimed the seat next to you for most of the ones you share. You’ve partnered up for a project and he’s offered to bring back the phone charger you forgot you lent him last time you worked together.

Eventually, you gave in, sending him your address after he repeatedly told you it wouldn’t be a bother. Unlike most first year students like him who lived in the dormitories, you stayed at an off-campus apartment building nearby. Gyuvin’s almost bouncing off the walls of the elevator at the chance to see you. Maybe he can even ask you out for dinner if you’re free tonight, he thinks giddily as he knocks on the door.

Unfortunately, all his daydreams die when the door swings open and he is greeted by someone who is definitely not you. They’re about the same height but the other boy still has about an inch on him and a whole lot more muscle, nearly bursting out of the door frame. Gyuvin’s about to apologise, turn around and look for the right apartment when he hears what he clearly knows is your voice calling out.

“Wookie! Who is it?”

Like an angel, you appear behind the boy, your face brightening up as you spot Gyuvin.

“Ah, hi Gyuvin-ssi. Thanks for coming all the way, you really didn’t have to.” You shoo the boy away although he manages to throw Gyuvin another dark look before shuffling back in.

“No, no, no worries at all, it’s really not a problem.” he reassures you weakly, still shaken from the encounter. You glance behind you and wave the other boy off once more.

“Don’t mind Gunwookie.” Gyuvin’s mind is definitely preoccupied by the soft white sweater you’re wearing and how cute and angelic you look in it. Yessir it is.

“He’s just staying with me for the weekend. Never thought my little brother would miss me that quickly, you know?” You laugh as Gyuvin’s mind finally processes what you’re saying.

Little. Brother. That unnervingly large, definitely intimidating boy that’s definitely glaring at him from where he’s seated on the couch was YOUR LITTLE BROTHER???

“I see.” Wow, real smooth Gyuvin.

“Are you alright, Gyuvin-ssi? Are you feeling well?” Your eyebrow furrow at his strange behaviour.

“No, no worries. I’m good.” Gyuvin replies hastily. Right! He’ll ask you if you want to have dinner. “I was actually wondering if you-”

“Hyung, what time are we going? I’m hungry.” And failed.

“Aish you brat, can’t you see that I’m having a conversation over here?” You scold before turning back to Gyuvin, apologetic.

“Really sorry about him Gyuvin-ssi, would you want to join us for dinner? There’s a good soondubu place just down the road that I’m taking Gunwookie to.”

“I, uh-” Gyuvin would have definitely leapt at a chance to have dinner for you if not for the 6-foot devil menacing at him, gaze promising death if he agreed.

“I actually had dinner already,” he said instead. You look even more confused.

“But it’s 4pm?” Right, way to go Gyuvin, so smart.

“I like having dinner early, it’s better for digestion.” He salvages with a total bald-faced lie.

“Huh, I should try that but I love my midnight snacks so-” God if Gyuvin could ever be more in love with you than this. Okay, come back to your senses, Kim Gyuvin.

“Oh, I hate to keep you from your dinner so I’ll get going now.”

You smile. Wedding bells- no, no, no stop it.

“I guess I’ll see you around, Gyuvin-ssi.”

Gyuvin smiles back dopily.

“Yeah, see you.”

The door closes and he walks back to his dormitory.

Asking you out is going to be harder than he expected. He thinks, shuddering at the memory of Gunwook’s dark glare when he opened the door.

As he rummages through his backpack, his hands pull out a very familiar cord and plug.

It’s your charger.

He might as well go die in a hole. Gunwook would definitely be happy to bury his body.

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Gyuvin eventually returns your charger. His dignity on the other hand? Well no one knows when that’s returning.

You’re not even annoyed about it. Laughing at him all good natured and teasing him about his very real fears but it's not like you know that (or Gyuvin’s ever admitting it).

“Did Gunwookie scare you off? He used to be like that when we were in highschool, challenged anyone that gave me trouble,” you chuckle while Gyuvin tries his best not to audibly gulp.

“You’re not going to give me trouble, are you Gyuvin-ssi?”

You’re trouble, he thought. Troubling my heart as we speak.

“I hope not.” he says instead, making you laugh even more.

The class settles down as your professor enters. You pat him lightly on the shoulder. His heart jumps traitorously.

“Don’t let my brother scare you off, Gyuvin-ssi, he might act all protective but really, he’s just a big teddy bear.”

Gyuvin definitely does not believe that but he appreciates the sentiment.

Love will have its challenges, he thinks as he watches you.

And no challenge, not even a terrifyingly overprotective younger brother who’s built like the hulk will stop him.

He’ll ask you out soon, he will.

Then Gyuvin realises the whole class is staring at him, even you.

“The answer to the question, Gyuvin-ssi?” The professor asks expectantly.

Shit.

You mutter the answer under your breath and he repeats it. The professor nods approvingly and moves on. You smile at him when he thanks you. 

Yep. He’s marrying you asking you out and nothing will stop him.

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The next time Gyuvin tries his chances is at a party.

Hosted by the university’s resident social butterfly, definitely in the running for Ms. Congeniality, senior Sung Hanbin, it’s one of the bigger events of the year for the second semester’s O-week. And Gyuvin was lucky enough to have received an invitation personally, having met the friendly senior at one of the uni organisations he joined. 

It was exciting. While he had attended his fair share of welcome parties during his own orientation, there had been rumours floating around about the party the seniors were planning to start their last semester with a bang.

It also just so happened that you were going as well, having been invited by a close friend of Hanbin. Gyuvin was confident. And a little liquid courage wasn’t going to hurt.

You arrived a bit later than he did, accompanied by your friend from the foreign student society of which you took part to improve your already excellent English skills. You’re greeted by Seok Matthew, a junior and another member of the society who happened to be Hanbin’s close friend and your invite to the party. 

Gyuvin was in deep, groaning to Junhyeon about how good you looked, your shirt cut low to show off your collarbones and multiple earrings adorning your ears. At that moment, you spot him and wave, making your way towards him. Gyuvin panics.

“Fuck, fuck, what do I do?”

“If you think he’s hot, you should shoot your shot.” Junhyeon offers, the very fountain of wisdom he is.

You greet Junhyeon before turning to the brunette and wow, your smile is dazzling.

“Gyuvin-ssi, how are you finding the party?”

“It’s great,” he replies by default, mind going blank. “Hanbin-hyung definitely exceeded expectations.” 

Come on, Gyuvin. You can do it. Summon some rizz.

“Do you wanna get a drink?” He manages, gesturing at his empty cup. You agree easily, and he leads you to the bar that's been put up. So far, so good.

Unfortunately for him, you recognize the blond bartender, immediately striking up a conversation.

“Ricky-ah!” Gyuvin reels back when you address him casually. “How’d you end up as the bartender?”

“Zhang Hao-hyung” the other says, naming another close friend of Hanbin’s. The blond’s eyes flick between you and Gyuvin as he polished one of the glasses. What for? No one knew. Most party goers seem to be holding plastic cups.

“So what can I get for you?”

Two drinks, six shots and three drinking games later and Gyuvin is holding on for dear life. Literally, he’s about to fall off his seat. 

The only good thing going for him is that apparently you’re a clingy drunk, latching onto his arm in a way that would definitely give him a heart attack if it wasn’t for all the alcohol he had in him.

“Gyuvinah…” you mumble sleepily as he struggles to keep you both upright. 

“Mmmmm?”

“You’re really handsome, you know?”

Gyuvin truly has no thoughts. He must be in some somaek induced hallucination or something.

“Seriously, the first time I saw you with your brown hair, you looked like a prince.” You continued on, oblivious to his inner turmoil.

Gyuvin suddenly felt way too flustered, his cheeks already flushed hot from the drinks.

“Would you wanna step outside? Get some air maybe.” He suggests.

“Okay!” You agree as you both stumble for the door, whistles and hoots following you.

“Get him, boy!” Someone, probably Haruto, your friend from earlier, yells. Gyuvin ‘s about to turn around and shush them when you groan and bury your face into the back of his shirt.

“They’re so loud, let’s goo.” 

You’re finally outside, sitting together on a bench outside the party venue. Gyuvin can’t get over the feeling of you leaning on his shoulder. Come on Gyuvin, say something to him.

“Did…did you mean what you said earlier?”

You lift your head up if only to squint at him suspiciously.

“Yeah…why?”

And then you smile, dazed, reaching out to pat his cheeks.

“So handsome Gyuvinah” you slur and Gyuvin finally has the nerve to take your hand in his. You stare at both of your hands.

“You’re holding my hand.” You say more of a statement, then a question.

“Yeah.” He swallows nervously, here it goes. “Hey, I was wondering maybe you’d like to go-“

HONK! You and Gyuvin nearly jump out of your skins as a car nearly scares the living daylight out of you. The headlights are bright and Gyuvin has to squint to see the driver as he gets out of the car. Oh no, it can’t be-

“Wookie?”

You say as your younger brother makes a beeline for you. You take a minute to look at him up and down and then look at the car behind him and gasp.

“You’re a baby!” You declare, shaking your head at him cutely. “Babies aren’t supposed to drive cars.”

“You texted me to come pick you up, hyung.”

You look adorably perplexed. “Did I?”

Gunwook’s ignoring you, glaring holes into Gyuvin’s hand still holding yours. Gyuvin drops your hand like a dead fish and you whine.

“Nevermind, Gyuvinah doesn’t like me anymore. Take me home, Wookie.” You say as Gyuvin’s mouth drops open and Gunwook hoists you up, half carrying you into the car.

His mouth remains open as the car drives off. Godammit. His stomach lurches. Gyuvin promptly decides to empty its contents onto the side of the bench. Classy. 

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After waking up with a raging hangover and a whole lot of regret, Gyuvin decides to regroup, maybe collect some of his dignity and self-respect again. If he can manage to find it, that is.

Thank god for the weekend, he thinks. One of his roommates decides to make ramyeon, all of them slurping silently and nursing their own hangovers.

And because Junhyeon is Junhyeon, he absolutely had to ask.

“So did you shoot your shot?”

Gyuvin groans. More like he shot himself. 

Junhyeon pats him on the back sympathetically.

“You’ll get there, bro. From what I saw, he seems pretty into you too, you know.”

A little ramen escapes his mouth and falls back into his makeshift bowl with a sad little plop. 

“You really think that?” Junhyeon steps back, clearly not ready for how intensely hopeful his roommate suddenly becomes.

“Okay hold up, woah there. I dunno what he thinks but I saw what I saw at that party. And you cute, bro, no cap.”

“But does he find me cute?” Gyuvin says forlorn again, shovelling noodles into his mouth.

“Well he gotta be finding something in you if he keeps hanging out with you.” Junhyeon offers because yes, he’s truly a well of knowledge.

Gyuvin tips his bowl back and finishes off the soup before staring at its empty state. So sad, truly a tragedy.

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There’s class the next day. And it happens to be one of the classes he has with you. God, how can he face you after that night.

“Hi Gyuvin-ssi,” you greet, back to formal speak much to his dismay.

“Hello,” he says and because he’s a simp little concerned, he asks.

“Are you feeling better after that other night?”

Your face falls. Immediate regret.

“Oh! Oh- um- yes I got home safely. Thanks for-“

And before you can finish, the professor enters and you start class. Now if Gyuvin wasn’t all nervous and fidgety, he would have noticed that you were in the exact same boat. 

When the professor wraps up and you begin to pack up your stuff, Gyuvin takes a chance to call your attention only for you to do it at the exact same time. You look at each other and laugh, the ice broken just a little.

“No, no you go first.” Gyuvin insists.

“Ah…” you hesitate, choosing your words carefully. “I just want to say I’m sorry for my behaviour the other night and I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner sometime? My treat, you know, for taking care of me.”

Gyuvin should assure you it’s fine. He should politely accept your invitation and say that taking care of you isn’t a bother. Instead, he sputters out.

“Like a date?”

You freeze. He freezes. You stand there for an incredibly long time (like 15 seconds, wow). Alarm bells start to go off in Gyuvin’s head. Finally-

“I mean…it can be a date if you want it to be a date?”

Alarm bells turn into wedding bells. Say it, Gyuvin, say I do.

“Totally…I mean, yes, I’d like it to be a date, very much.”

You smile softly before glancing at the time, your face falling again.

“Oh shit, I need to get to my next class, I’ll text you the details later, see you!”

Gyuvin watches as you rush out. It’s okay. He’s fine. Actually no, he’s not fine. But he did it. And it only took a whole semester and some but he’s finally going out with you.

__________________________________________

One blissful winter break later and Gyuvin’s practically skipping to your place. Maybe the chill bit at his skin and the wind whipped in his face but he didn’t care, he was finally going to see you, his boyfriend, again and the cold never bothered him anyway.

Your one date at the start of the last semester had turned into five, then ten dates until he was officially your boyfriend. Walking each other to their next class, holding hands, carrying your bag for you, all that good stuff. 

He’s even met your family over the holidays and you met his. Gyuvin would like to think that even Gunwook was warming up to him, just a little bit. He had come with you to support the younger boy during the CSAT exams and Gunwook actually thanked him once the exam was done. Still, he thought as he knocked on your door enthusiastically, that boy still intimidated him and he’ll definitely need to work on not flinching-

The door swings open and Gyuvin flinches. It’s like deja vu. 

“Hi hyung,” Gunwook greets him wearing what looks like a letterman jacket from their university. Gyuvin must be dreaming, definitely.

He’s about to pinch himself when you appear behind your brother.

“Gyuvinie!”

“Hello my aein~” 

No he’s definitely not dreaming and your brother is still there.

“Hi Gunwook!” He nearly squeaks out before you’re shoving the younger boy away to wrap your arms around your boyfriend.

Gyuvin’s brain promptly malfunctions but the next part of what you say brings him back online.

“Can’t you believe Wookie got accepted into our uni? He’ll be staying with me until we can find a bigger unit to rent, maybe you can live there too!”

“Sure…” Gyuvin said numbly, imagining all the ways Gunwook could fake his death after he dared to defile you. You frown.

“Don’t tell me Wookie still scares you?”

“No! No, what are you talking about?”

He definitely does. So sure, Gyuvin’s managed to make you his. But will your brother accept that? Well, that’s for him to find out. Because yes, it will be a long time before Kim Gyuvin realises that Park Gunwook isn’t as intimidating as he appears to be.

In the end, they’re both just big softies and they’re especially soft for you.

[trashlama]

I feel like Raph would call his darling Mona /Mona Lisa since to him his darling is the most beautiful thing in the world 🥺 

Which can be sweetest thing in the world or the most scariest thing ever if he goes to yandere route ~ 

What are your thoughts on this ? 💗

(also hi I was wondering are we allowed to send in request? If you do are we allowed to send in LMK request/theories)

hope your doing ok and drinking plenty of water 💗

Brah, my dude your radical. You've been sending in some pretty fire ideas for me to brainstorm~. Also I love LMK, it's one of my favorite shows a part of the Mokey King fandom. So fuck yeah if ya' wanna send in some LMK req/theories l would love to write/draw/theorize for that fandom! Actually I already have some sketches/doodles for Monkey King.

Though one of them got messed up recently because of my clumsy ass....

Anyways—

I'm always open for all sorts of requests! It just takes me a sec to get through them since I got daily obligations I must attend to. Also I just want to let you guys know I never delete any reqs that are in my inbox unless they're straight up rude or don't follow the Tumblr guidelines. I like to try my best to full fill all the asks that in my inbox despite how challenging I might find some commissions however I like to believe trying my hand at them helps me develop as a writer/artist.

Also I just want to thank everyone for their support and kind words. They really help me get through some days. Thank you! I really appreciate all of you guys!

Sorry for all the rabblin' ! On with the show!

Raph calling his darling by an endearing name? I got'cha~

Since in the TMNT universe in general there is already a canonical Mona Lisa chick(who I might add actually hooks up with Raph acouple times in a couple verses~😏). Sooooo- I don't know about Raphael tryin'na pickin' you up/or addressing you with that pet name.

Thooouuugh a couple weeks ago I finally had enough cash to go see the Super Mario movie and I could TOTALLY see 2k12 and Rise Raph being like Bowser in his approach to his love interest.

SPOILER ALERT PEOPLE!!!!! DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER UNLESS YOU WANT SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT!!!

Non-Yandere Route

In a normal situation this could be applied to 2k12 as well. While I wouldn't really call Rise Raph a Tsundere; 2k12 is most definitely a Tsundere.

Like Bowser 2k12 Raphael would be all imposing up front to all his comrades though when alone/or with Spike/or Chomp (Kamek in this scenario) is all love struck for Peaches(s/o). I could see Rise Raph doing this too except he probably gush about his crush on his s/o with Buddy.

In both situations like Bowser, both Raphael's would refer to you by a nickname. May you be allies or fighting as enemies Raph would be the only one to call you by the nickname he had given you(much to 2k12 Dr. Name-stein's(Mikey's) jargon).

Normal route wise? It would probably just play out as an average slow burn story. 2k12 Raph being a Tsundere who eventually has to confess due to circumstances(like one of his brothers "accidentally" outing him).

Meanwhile Rise Raph just tries to play it cool kinda like Bowser in the fluffy moments in the film when he was acting out scenarios. Except in Rise Raph's case this soft boi would definitely perform these acts of adoration for real-zeez. Flowers? Check. Flustered pick up lines? Check. Though the love song might be a stretch. Idk if either version of Raphael would go as far as writing a whole song for his crush.

Yandere Route

Yandere route wise both 2k12 and Rise Raph would react in a similar ways when denied/rejected by their s/o.

Bowser to me in the Super Mario movie is a literal yandere for Princess Peach. Dude destroyed a kingdom, took the whole Donkey Kong Army/any infidels captive, AND to top it off tried to sacrifice all his prisoners in Peaches honor for their wedding. Which by the way he cohersed out of the monarch by choking the fuck out of her companion while threatening to destroy her whole Kingdom. Only to be shocked when Peaches doesn't just give in and retaliates against their union. Which of course pisses off Bowser especially when he sees Mario and Peaches holding hands all close and such~ Anyways—

Both Rise and 2k12 Raphael would definitely fly into a rage like Bowser during the wedding scene after Peach froze him and reunited with Mario. Between 2k12 Raph with his hair wire triggered anger and Rise Raph's sensitivity this is not gonna end well. Maybe you're really a villain and reveal you were just playing with him for kicks/or ulterior motives. Perhaps you're an ally who's just not interested or has a crush on one of his brothers/or comrades. Either way he's losing his shit. Hopefully whatever is holding the mutant back restrains him long enough for either version of Raphael to calm down cause if the red color coded Hamato breaks free it is a matter of how fast his brothers and comrades can calm him down before the turtle does something extreme...

Btw here's some sketches I did for another request that I'm working on that @ladydoe8 had asked for. It's a writing req but I always find brain storming designs by drawing them makes it easier to describe them.

Thank you everyone for looking and I hope you guys have a great week! Thank you guys again for the support!

Here's some memes I came across while at work.

Sorry this is long↓ I don't own these memes. I've never claimed to do so. I just come across them on Pinterest when I'm on break at work and think they're funny so I like to share them. If I mistakenly put one on here that I shouldn't have please let me know! I like to respect people's wishes. And if you could add the creator names too that would be great so the same mistake isn't made twice. Sorry for the inconvenience that my sharing may cause. I hope you have a good day.

The one in the top right is from TigerFrog's fan made comic Mutant Ninja Turtle Gaiden (MNTG). I was re-reading it online since it's been a couple years when I came across this beauty. There were more but, this is my favorite line. I really recommend it! It's a fantastic comic, pretty dark, I love the plot! More people need to read it. I would love to write some scenarios/fics for it for you guys.

Donatello bro. Donatello. That dude in MNTG is— just— Brrrraaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! The same thing goes for the rest of the brothers. I just can't emphasize how much I recommend you guys to read this it's soooo good. I wish there was more fanart/works for this series!

[delicrieux]

Hey could you do more rhaenyra x reader stories please :)

WE USED TO LOVE SO WELL TOGETHER  | autumn features (october edition)

summary: is it yet possible to salvage what the hightowers had done to rhaenyra? pairing: rhaenyra x hightower!reader a/n: yes i can! i also love emma’s performance, so i can’t wait to write nyra as played by them, too <3

masterlist. ☕. reqs are open for the october prompt list! 

From as long as you can remember, it had always been you three: you, Rhaenyra, and your sister. With hands linked together and hushed laughter swallowed down by pleasant smiles you strolled the halls of the Red Keep, uncovering it’s many secrets. 

Those were carefree days, lovely beyond compare. And when Alicent made herself scarce once evening drew, as if knowing her presence would be more appreciated elsewhere, that’s when faces drew closer and whispers became warmer, the nightly glows of burning candles dripping wax till nothing but smoke was left. It spiraled into the air and into a pleasant daydream Nyra and you shared. Neither of you voiced it aloud, but the feeling was balmy and fragrant like her favourite perfume. 

You love your sister, and love your father, but you always have, and always will, love Rhaenyra the most.

It’s a chilly cloudless day. The sun bleeds golden under the Weirdwood branches. The bard continues strumming the same tune as Nyra reads her tome in deathly silence, blank faced and obviously displeased. Your throat is dry as you stand and wait for her acknowledgement. It never comes.

You are the queen’s sister, now. And whilst you hold neither Alicent’s nor Nyra’s power, your voice is strangely commanding when you lie, “The Queen requests your presence, Samwell.”

The sharp look you send him makes him stumble upright with a bow. He makes himself scarce with the wind. Rhaenyra flips a page, but her eyes stay fixed. The leather of her gloves groans when her fingers tighten around the parchment.

“...Nyra.” You utter breathless, your hands hooking together almost in a prayer, “Please speak to me.”

“Leave.” Is all she mumbles, turning a page once more. Her voice strikes through your heart and your face scrunches.

“Tell me,” You begin, approaching carefully, “tell me what you wish for me to do and I will do it. Without question.”

“Leave me be.”

You halt, clench your fists, and then continue, sitting down beside her, “...Anything but that.” You whisper. She flinches, and in the sunlight, you see her eyes well with tears, “Send me off to war or wed me to anyone you wish. Banish me to Dorne or lock me in the dungeons, but I shall not leave your side unless I’m incapable to reach you.” Your finger curls around a lock of her hair - soft, gliding - and hook it behind her ear. Rose dyes her cheeks. You smile a little, “And even if you do, I shall still find a way to get back to you. Always.”

She suddenly turns to you, and the intensity of her gaze startles you, “Do you promise?” The book lays abandoned in her lap, “Do you swear to never leave me?”

“I swear.”

“Even if it goes against your father’s wishes?”

“I care not for what my father thinks,” You say, your hand landing on her cheek, “I only care of you.”

Her gaze flicks to your lips before settling on your eyes again. You think she may kiss you and bitter disappointment poisons from within when she does not. She withdraws, cautious, yet glowing, your hand cradled in hers. 

The two of you sit there, in silence, comfortable and safe in each others hold. And if true love really does exists outside of fairy tales, you know that you had found it. You can only hope she has, as well.

hope you liked it! <3

[lvrsparadise]

Prompt list ! ★

A/N - send in a request (either detailed or not, ur choice) with the number and who you want it with!!

friend introduces MC to their other friend but it's the person MC has been seeing/talking to

Brother's best friend

best friend's brother

getting stood up on a date

singer

band au

actress

pumpkin carving

trick or treating

paranormal (specify in req!!)

ghostface

setting up the tree early

meeting the family

getting a pet

enemies to lovers

one bed, two people

locked in a room

forced marriage

at a bookstore

fashion show

model

helping the other get out of a toxic relationship

situationship that failed but they make it work later on

christmas shopping for friends together

dressing their kids/nieces and nephews up for halloween

little sister

spending more time with their pet

school au (specify plot)

going for the last of something (meeting)

proposal

wedding

major death

at tour in line and they're in love (meeting)

youtube collab

on the podcast (specify topic of ep)

Fake dating

sick

dropping a drink on other

not having enough money so B pays for A's food/items/medicine/etc.

Heavily injured (specify what injury)

Soft launch

hard launch

them giving you a tattoo

doing their makeup

them doing your makeup

doing their hair

leaving kiss marks on their cheeks and/or all over their face

picnic date

late night swims with deep talks

promposal

making out (specify when and where)

in a car vid

fans think y'all r dating

panic attack

them sticking up for you or other way around

writing a song abt them

meeting at tour and them falling in love

first date

taking care of drunk (ex: A takes care of B or B calls A drunk to come get them or sum)

sharing headphones

★★★

[good-beanswrites]

i’m not sure if you’re still accepting reqs, but if you are, could i get shidou with the prompts memory or dance? thank you!

Ahh thank you! Those are such cool prompts for him omg, these were really interesting to write 👀 I went a more dramatic route for Memory here, and just posted a sillier one for Dance

Shidou had never wanted to ruin someone else’s birthday present before. Of course, in reality, he wouldn’t dream of doing anything rude, but he couldn’t stop the guilty desire to snatch the bouquet of flowers away from Muu and throw them onto the ground. 

He knew the olfactory nerve could trigger memory recall better than any of the other senses. It was still strange experiencing it firsthand. 

Shidou assumed he would have completely exhausted his memories of his family by now. After all, he thought of them nearly every moment since arriving in Milgram. He’d played through every birthday, every milestone, every smile in his mind as he went about his day. He lay awake into the late hours remembering the fights, the tears. He was ripped from sleep reliving those final moments with them. 

He thought keeping them close would ease his mind in his short time left. Since the guard had forgiven him, he felt the time stretch far out across his life. Memories that used to bring him comfort now brought with them a sting of pain.

So when Haruka presented Muu with the bunch of mismatched flowers he’d requested, Shidou’s placid smile nearly broke in surprise. He knew the present moment should have been his top priority. He should have been attentive to the fact that Haruka had finally left his cell after days of avoiding meals. The comments about Fuuta’s strange words following his head injury should have been more concerning. There were a dozen things he should have noticed then, but he was too busy noticing things long passed. It took only a breath of the fragrance to send him tumbling into memories he hadn’t thought of in years.

The flowers smelled of early days at the hospital, when he still turned to examine the get-well-soon gifts in the patient rooms and smiled at the thoughtfulness. It was from a time he made an effort to memorize faces and names, from when he’d return home satisfied with a job well done. 

They smelled of the first blooms to appear in the Kirisaki household. It was a victorious scent, after so much meticulous pruning and care. He was always very particular about how everything was done, and it finally paid off.

They smelled of neighborhood walks as two tiny hands clung to him while crossing the street. Like their father they were very well-behaved. They never ran off too far without him.

They smelled of apology vases, placed quietly on the kitchen table following late stays or back-to-back shifts that kept him away longer than promised.

They smelled of his childhood home, running barefoot through gardens with the girl who would someday be his wife. 

They smelled of nervous first dates, and of comfortable hundredth dates. 

They smelled of wedding arrangements.

They smelled of funeral arrangements.

Shidou wished Muu a happy birthday before excusing himself from the room. He made his way back to his cell. There, he tried to recall one last thing, from those seemingly endless nights studying for examinations. He laid back on his bedding, closing his eyes. 

He ran through the list of everything that could make the human brain forget.

[lampiridaes]

# rules

reminders before you request . . .

most of my writing is in lowercase and bulleted form

i am only accepting up to 4 characters per request. anything exceeding that limit will have the last remaining characters cut

all of my works will mainly focus on gn readers, as i want everyone to be able to read it!

with that in mind, some fics might make the reader sound more fem. however, i always try to add a warning beforehand. (pls do send me an ask if i forget!)

please do not rush me or send me an ask about your request. i have this post for a reason, so pls check it out instead!

adding on, my motivation and creativity tend to come and go sometimes. i might do one request in a day, and another in a week. it will be done eventually, so please wait patiently.

you can be as specific with your request as you'd like! i'd appreciate it if you explained even a little bit so i can get the main idea of what you want.

being polite in your request would be greatly appreciated! a simple 'hello' and 'thank you' is good enough (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

if i feel like i can't do it or it makes me really uncomfortable, i can deny a request. i'll make sure to answer your ask to tell you!

please keep in mind on what my bio says. i will delete your (regular) request if regular reqs are closed.

will write . . .

all of the pjsk cast! i will not be writing for the virtual singers/vocaloids as they also exist outside of project sekai (i hope this makes sense)

all of the hsr cast! keep in mind that i'm still somewhat new to the game and am not sure how all the chars act + child chars will be written platonically/familial.

romantic, platonic, and familial relationships

fluff and light angst

gn and fem reader! i don't feel confident in my ability to write for masc readers just yet, however i will update this once i do

poly relationships (pls specify bc i write separately by default)

will not write . . .

as stated earlier, vocaloids/virtual singers. [pjsk]

child chars (clara, bailu, hook, etc.) romantically. either platonic or familial. [hsr]

nsfw/suggestive prompts

additionally, i don't like to age up characters, so please refrain from including that with your req!

anything revolving marriage proposals, weddings, or having children. (overall not good at writing those types of prompts, sorry!)

char x char. this is an 'x reader' blog, so i want to stick to it ^^

yanderes / dark topics. (ex. sh, ed, suicidal thoughts/attempts, etc.)

hurt/no comfort / heavy angst.