#small sunroom ideas

[fathertomystyle]

Sun Room Large in Philadelphia Ideas for a sizable, traditional sunroom renovation with a flat ceiling

[gqutie-blog]

Medium Sun Room

Example of a mid-sized classic medium tone wood floor sunroom design with no fireplace and a standard ceiling

[oldfarmhouse]

[2005noroithecurse]

it still boggles my mind that if I had applied solo for this mortgage I would've been rejected, even though I have good credit & stuff. I could "afford" a $1700 apartment smacking of landlord special & mold & a giant fucking hole in my ceiling they never fixed & two broken kitchen lights they never fixed & a balloon of paint in a different spot on the ceiling that was full of water because the apartment was water damaged n run down anyway before I moved in but I apparently couldn't afford a $560 mortgage payment for a decent, kinda old ish house but clean & not hazardous. okay silly ass

[lad-boyo]

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[manias-wordcount]

Hey!!! I was wondering if we could get some howl pendragon fluff? Maybe reader and howl showing a more parental side towards Markl? I will always live for a family dynamic haha!

Three's Company (Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶�� 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 "𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝗱" 𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 (𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗟𝗢𝗟)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Howl likes it dim and stormy and cool. Markl likes it bright and sunny and hot. So you comprise and suggest that the picnic takes place on a day with just enough cold and a nice, cooling breeze to help beat the summer’s heat. 

  As always, your boys agree.

  Of course, there are some grumbles and some sly words here and there, trying to convince you to change your mind. As you’re leaning over Calcifer, trying to pan-fry some of the meat for the sandwiches, Markl pulls a chair up beside you under the guise of wanting to help. Of course, he can’t do without a sample of your cooking. And he can’t do without whispering in your ear that he thinks Howl could use some more sun. Naturally, you sent Markl always with a playful roll of your eyes as you told him to fetch a basket from the closet. 

  As he scampers away, Howl takes no time sliding up to you and wrapping his arms around your torso as he leans into you. He tries oh-so-very hard to be sly as he presses small kisses to below your ear, and reminisces about the times the two of you would spend napping in the sunroom as the castle travels across miles and miles of grass fields being doused in heavy rain. He tries even harder to entice you with a plan that involved moved the castle to somewhere with least a light rain storm and hosting the picnic indoors as you watch a storm roll by.

  You just tutted and sent him to help Markl find the picnic basket instead. 

  With that, it doesn’t take you too long to finish up. Especially since Calcifer is starting to like the idea of getting a couple of lazy hours to himself once the three of you go on your outing. As you make the sandwiches and package up the little side dishes that Howl made earlier, you hear the two of them bickering with each other. Although Howl seems to be holding his own against the young boy, it still has you hiding your giggles as struggling to pack away the plates and utensils as you hear Howl argue about how nobody ever wants to do anything outside with him in the rain. 

  To his credit, he’s right. But you can worry about that later.

  Because soon enough, you’re done with preparing the food, and you’re calling for your boys to come back. Markl comes sprinting back with the basket in hand, hoping to get you first as a last-minute resort to get you to tell Calcifer that the castle should be moved someplace “just a little sunnier! Please, please, pleaseee!” Howl comes in not too long afterward, but it’s just enough time to see you patting a pouting Markl’s head as the last of the sandwiches a couple of pieces of fruit fitted into the picnic basket. 

  For a moment Howl looks hopeful. As if he has a chance to get you to change your mind and break their tie in his favor. But at the sight of you passing the picnic basket into his hands as you reach for a light shawl to cover your exposed arms, that look of hope becomes quickly dashed.

  But then you turn to your boys. They’re nice and cleaned up in clothes you know they can afford to get grass stains on. The look on their faces are just a little sour, but Howl is still cradling the picnic basket very, very carefully and Markl is doing his best to hold onto the picnic blanket he found, along with the couple of bottles of juice he has tucked under his arm. You give them a warm look and you smile nice and big and bright.

  “Well?” You tilt your head to the side, a teasing lilt to your voice as your eyes jump back and forth between their gazes. “Any more objections? Or shall we enjoy the day?”

  At that, both boys' cheeks start to redden. Markl looks away quickly, his pout growing ever so slightly more, but he finally relents and says he guesses he doesn’t mind if there are some clouds in the sky- so long as it’s not cool to play in the river, of course. On the other hand, the ever-so-collected Howl looks a bit embarrassed now that you’re joking about the two of them and their little tantrums. But he owns the blush adorning his face by meeting your eyes and offering out a hand. 

  “Thank you, my starlight,” He tells you, his sincere and gentle voice filling the room. It’s so honest and so earnest that you’re taken for a surprise just a teensy bit, before reaching out and placing your hand in his- an even bigger smile now spreading across your lips. “For planning this. For all that you do.”

  “Yeah, thanks a bunch!” Markl is quick to follow behind Howl with his own expressions of gratitude. Although he can’t take your hand and help you down the stairs like Howl is (despite you telling Howl that he really doesn’t need to be doing this when you’re not even carrying anything), Markl offers up a look of excitement and appreciation so sweet and so pure, you completely forgot about how sneaky and sly he was trying to be earlier. Well, almost forgot. You’ll have to get on Calcifer for teaching Markl about all that later… “The food looks really good, so thanks for that too!”

  With that, the three of you head to the door and step out of the castle. Calcifer calls a promise over Howl’s shoulder that he’ll look after the place, while you have to step further into the field of grass and flowers the castle is in to tell Markl to be careful as he runs off. But then you hear his laughter- the carefree laughter of a child. Of the boy you consider to be your son. And you let out a laugh too. It’s a tiny one. But it’s light, and it’s carefree. And it’s quickly joined in by Howl as he leads you to where Markl chose a spot to set up the picnic blanket. 

  The day is spent laughing. How many seconds? How many minutes? How many hours? You aren’t sure. But the day is spent without pouts on faces and complaints about the weathering being too much of this or too much of that. The day is spent telling stories and sharing jokes. It’s spent watching Howl point at different plants and quizzing Makl about what he knows. It’s spent with your point at your favorite clouds and your boy's guesses at the shapes that you do or don’t see. It’s spent with each other.

  And that’s all that matters, truly

    Though at some point, when you’re cuddled up to Howl, you whisper to him. It’s after all the food is gone. After Markl had kicked off his shoes and waded into the stream to look for nice rocks and tiny little fishies swimming along. It was after the two of them had agreed that today was the perfect day to waste with each other in complete and utter happiness. But it’s only after that- only after your bellies, and nice and full, and the cool breeze is starting to make you a bit too sleepy to do anything but curl right next to Howl and hold him that you whisper to him. Whisper how you promise you’ll do something with him outside the next time it rains.

  He thinks for a moment, letting the wind pass you both by as a slow-moving cloud moves out of the way to spread its sunrays across your skin. He thinks, and he thinks, and he thinks. And just when you think that you’ve stumped him or he must not have heard you, he opens his mouth once more.

  “I’d like to go dancing one day.” He says finally. His voice is quiet, but it feels so warm and so sweet and so safe that you swear that alone could lull you to sleep. “I’d like to go dancing with you one day in the rain.”

  You smile at him for the umpteenth time that day. You look him in the eyes, and you smile at him, and only for him, and only because of him.

  “Okay,” You promise him, the words barely passing through your lips like the wisp of a pretty breeze, hoping to take your voice far and wide. “I’d like that.”

  And your Howl…your wonderful, beautiful, glorious Howl? He smiles back at you. Gently. Sweetly. Looking forever more and more like the very person you fell in love with so, so long ago as his hair sways slowly and his bright blue eyes bore into yours. Telling you how much he loves you. Cares for you. Adores you. All with his gaze. All while your eyes? Well…

  “Thank you, my starlight.”

  Would it be so surprising if you said they were doing the same?

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Exquisite bedding and a loving married couple

Part two

Barbie dolls: husband! president!Coriolanus Snow x gn! Reader

Word: 3.4k

Summary: you grow closer to your husband (of who you were forced to marry 😱) also you have chronic pain/ a disability in that area it's left vague so everybody can enjoy and not just me

Warnings: I won't lie to you he's a good amount ooc but this is because I wrote this before I finished the book and before I watched the movie so I only knew academy coriolanus, so maybe just pretend like everything worked out for and became president nicely idk, you have chronic pain/ a disability that makes your body hurt idk just roll with me, forced marriages, you like art now it's like all you do, non sexual nudity, you make friends with the Avoxes that work for him, you cry, you say you're defective and coryo is like "hey hurumph dont do that🙅", yeah that's it really

Coriolanus didn’t exactly know what was expected of him during a forced marriage. He didn’t hate you, but he didn’t exactly like you very much either. He didn’t even know your favorite color and now you both shared a house, bed, and a last name. What is he supposed to do? 

You didn’t seem to like him very much either. You barely spoke, only saying a few words to the Avoxes and even fewer to him. Sometimes he questioned if you were an avox yourself, and then you’d mutter to yourself and it was crossed from his mind.

You rarely looked at him, often just floating around the mansion like a ghost and glancing at him when he tried to ask you a question. Coriolanus doubted you even knew his name at this point.

Sometimes you’d leave him notes clipped to his hanger holding up his suit for the work day. They were never anything of substance just a question you had about the house or a question about the things you were allowed to do. Coriolanus had no idea why you were asking him if you could go on a walk, he didn’t really care what you did ever as long as you made it back to the mansion in one piece and didn’t spread rumors about him.

You did share a bed and that was about as close as you two got. You slept on either side of the quite large bed and pretended the other person didn’t exist. 

As time passed you seemed to settle into the new house and new life. You had fluffy, useless conversations over dinner. It wasn’t much but it was better than the silent treatment. You learned every Avox’s name in the mansion. You started leaving notes asking for utensils that he assumed were for your hobbies.

He didn’t know any of the names but he still took the list to a craft store and let an employee handle it. Coriolanus left it in the sunroom you had claimed as your own. You spent all your time in there, staring out at the gardens in the backyard. He wondered why you didn’t just walk in the gardens but he wasn’t pushing it.

A small hint of a smile graced your features when you sat in that room and it was the happiest he’d seen you in the mansion so he wasn’t asking you any questions. He left the bags from the craft store on the rounded wooden coffee table. Coriolanus left a card with his initials on it in front of the bags. He hoped it’d give him some positive credit in your heart. 

The next day when he came home from work he peaked into the sun room to see it had been taken over by your presence. Art supplies and half-finished works were scattered everywhere.

You were sat on the luxurious chaise with a pattern that reminded him of the Grandma’am’s dresses. You had color and white streaks on your face, your hands were filthy, and you were fanning yourself with a piece of paper like the excitement made you break a sweat. All that mess would’ve made him upset. Imagine if you got that paint on the furniture. All the negative thoughts he conjured up washed away the second he saw the happy and relaxed look on your face. You looked at home. Coriolanus left it and slipped away from the door without gaining your attention. 

After that, he felt like you truly getting comfortable. Especially with him. He thought you might even like him more than an acquaintance. You started leaving compliments on his hangers instead of questions and lists.

Coriolanus still remembers reading the first one and blushing like a schoolboy. He shoved the note into the top drawer of his dresser and ignored the burning on his cheeks. Strangely enough, he started to find your art everywhere. He found a new small vase on his dresser one day. It was very small. It could hold maybe three or four flowers but it wasn’t the size that caught his attention. On the white background of the ceramic vase were little engraved roses. He thought of you being observant enough to notice him wearing them.

Coriolanus wasn’t sure how to thank you. He took a page from your metaphorical book and left a note to you on your dresser. He spoke of how he wanted to thank you but didn’t know what would bring his message across. Initially, he had thought of buying you some fancy jewelry on the ride home but it didn’t seem like something you would enjoy. He suggested an art thingy you really wanted. 

You thanked him for the note over dinner and started rattling off all about the art supplies you loved and all the art facts you knew. He couldn’t understand a word of what you said but still nodded along and hummed. A smile and sparkle in your eye had found your face. Coriolanus didn’t realize your face could make that expression. Halfway through one of your sentences your face fell. You stopped speaking and looked down at your plate. Coriolanus stared at you, wondering what could’ve provoked you to lose all of your energy like that. You shook your head like you were disappointed in yourself. 

“Sorry, I know you probably don’t want to listen to me talk all night. How was work?” You said, keeping your eyes on your plate. Coriolanus’ brain worked a thousand miles to catch up with yours. He sat back in his chair, wiping at the corners of his mouth. 

“I was listening. I was quite enjoying it, actually. That French painter used to eat yellow paint? Right? And I’d rather not speak of my work. It’s draining enough there much less coming home to talk about it.” Coriolanus said, making you lift your head. Your smile hadn’t returned but your defeated shoulders left. You looked him up and down. 

“He was actually Dutch. He just lived in France.” You muttered. He actually didn’t mean to mess his facts up but he was glad it got you talking again. You straightened up, a quarter of your spirits returning. “Also he didn’t eat the paint so he could ingest the happiness, as many believe. He tried to poison himself with it.” You said. Coriolanus scribbled down on his mental notes about you; you could not stand an incorrect art fact. He knew how to get you talking now. 

He thought everything was going so well too. The day had been pretty good. There was a note on his suit that complimented the tie he set out. Work was work but today felt less grueling with your simple compliment stirring in his head all day. He found a tiny ceramic cat snoozing away on top of his dresser. That he quite enjoyed.

Coriolanus said so over dinner as well. Your energy was lower, only answering with short responses. He tried to raise your energy by asking about what art project you worked on today but even that couldn’t pull you out of your slump. He assumed you must’ve had a rough night. Though he didn’t remember you tossing and turning. 

An Avox had ran you a warm bath after dinner. Though after you had slipped into the water, they started helping with the work in the kitchen. Coriolanus personally wouldn’t spend so much time in the bath but he wasn’t you so what did he know?

After he finished dressing for bed and setting out his suit, he maneuvered his way to your shared bathroom to brush his teeth. Sure he could’ve walked a few feet down the hallway to another unoccupied bathroom but strangely enough he missed your presence. He raised his hand to knock on the door but paused when he heard sniffling on the other side. Coriolanus wondered if the right thing to do was to go hide in the bedroom until you left the bathroom, go use the other bathroom and ignore your struggles, or knock. 

He rapped his knuckles against the wood, leaning his ear towards the door. Coriolanus raised his voice so you could hear him, but his tone remained soft.  He said he needed to use the sink and would be in and out in a few minutes. He waited for you to answer. You called for him to come in.

Coriolanus gently pushed open the door and tried to meet your eyes. You were sunken low into the bubbling water, only your face from the nose up present. You stared at the bathroom wall, avoiding his gaze. Coriolanus moved to the sink and brushed his teeth as fast as he could without disregarding their health. When he finished he turned back to the tub, feeling strange just standing there staring at you in the bath. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered. You sniffed and splashed the bubbles against the bathtub wall. You nodded, making waves in the soapy water. 

“Are you sure? I heard crying from outside the door.” He said, pointing over at the closed door. Your chin surfaced over the water. You turned to face him. Your eyes were red and it was entirely evident you had been crying for a long time. 

“Nosey.” You said, just barely passing over a breath. Coriolanus sank to his knees next to the edge of the bathtub. 

“I can help. Promise. I just don’t know what’s wrong.” He explained that like you didn’t get it. You fully understood without his help. You sighed and dropped your head back against the bathtub wall. 

“Promise you won’t judge me?” You asked, peeking an eye at him. Coriolanus tried to think of something that would cause you to cry in the bath and make him judge you. He came up with nothing. He shook his head. Your hand splashed out from the bubbles, holding out your pinkie towards him. Coriolanus intertwined his pinkie with yours, shaking it slightly to signify the deal. 

“Sometimes my body hurts. Really bad. So bad I stay up at night crying because it won’t stop. It makes just living really difficult. Sometimes I feel like I can’t move because I know if I do it will hurt more so I just plop myself into one spot and don’t move.” Coriolanus was shocked he hadn’t been able to deduce this before. No wonder you didn't walk in the gardens or meander about the mansion. You found a room and stayed there. He really wasn’t observant apparently. Coriolanus slipped his hand into the water, soaking his pajama shirt sleeve. Coriolanus’ hand found yours immediately. He intertwined his fingers with yours, running a thumb over the back of your hand soothingly. You sniffled again, glancing over at the wall before looking back at him. 

“Earlier today it started to flare up but I thought it would be manageable. It started really hurting at dinner but I knew I just had a few more things to do and then the day would be over. But now I feel like I can’t move, it hurts so bad I can’t stand up. I can’t even call Mavvy because she's in the kitchen. It hurts, so much I don’t know how I can get out of this stupid bathtub.” You said. Your frustration boiled over and slapped your other hand against the water. It splashed Coriolanus on the cheek. He was going to say that was quite rude of you but you slumped against the side of the tub in such a pitiful way he couldn’t bear to say anything mean to you.

Coriolanus wasn’t sure who Mavvy was but he could assume she was one of the Avoxes that work in his mansion. He hummed and reached for your face. He gently brushed away a tear from your cheek though it didn’t matter much because all your skin was wet. 

“Let me help you out,” Coriolanus said, squeezing your hand under the water. You straightened your head, staring at him with a strange expression. 

“Are you sure? I can do it. I can. It will take me a long time and a lot of tears but I can do it. You don’t have to. You’d have to change your pajamas and everything.” You said. Coriolanus lifted your hand from the water and gently pressed his lips to the back of your hand. 

“I don’t mind. Let me help, I want to.” Coriolanus said. You huffed and nodded. You slowly pulled yourself up into a sitting position. You clenched your teeth in the process. Coriolanus wondered how badly it burned just to sit up, but by the look on your face, he didn’t want to find out. Coriolanus slipped your intertwined hand over his head, pulling your arm over his shoulder. He pulled his arm around your waist and tugged you closer to his body. You’d need all the support you could get to leave the tub. 

“Ready?” Coriolanus whispered. You sucked in a deep breath and nodded. Coriolanus counted down from three before pulling your body up. You groaned in the process and clutched his hand tighter. Your legs shuffled and you finally pressed your feet to the bottom of the tub. Coriolanus tried to pull you higher into a standing position. You gasped and flung your free hand out to brace against the wall. 

“Stop. Stop. Just wait a second.” Pain pulled at your words and he wondered if you were going to cry again. It hurt holding his half-standing half-squatting position but he knew it couldn’t hold a candle flame to your pain. The way you were gasping like a fire was set to your skin every time he moved a centimeter made him wish he was a stone statue. You steadied your breathing and knocked your hand against his chest. He took it as a signal to continue. Coriolanus tugged you up onto your feet and you were finally standing in the tub. You let out a shaky breath and pressed your head against his shoulder. 

It took a lot of time and effort but eventually, Coriolanus was able to pull your wet body into your shared bedroom. He helped you sit down on the edge of the bed, a few curses following after you. He skittered into the bathroom and brought a towel back to you. You tried to argue against it but he waved you off and sank to his knees in front of you. Coriolanus dried off your body. He tried his hardest to move your limbs slowly, to not cause more harm. Your body was dry after a few minutes and he flung the towel away, helping you shuffle up towards your spot on the bed. Coriolanus helped tuck you in, apologizing when his wrong move made you groan. 

Coriolanus sat next to you on the bed, caressing your face in hopes of it soothing you. You hummed and leaned into his touch. You opened your eyes and looked at him sadly. 

“Sorry.” You whispered. He wondered if it hurt to talk louder but didn’t want to ask you questions about it. You had enough going on right now, evidently. 

“For what?” Coriolanus asked, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. You shrugged, wincing after. 

“Being defective, I guess. You should’ve gotten a better deal with this whole marriage thing.” You leaned your head against your pillow and stared at the sheets. Coriolanus felt his heart squeeze. It was preposterous. Truly. For you to think this way about yourself. He shook his head, leaning down to put his face in your line of sight. 

“You are not defective. I wouldn’t want anyone else to marry. Just because you have any disability or health problems does not mean I’m itching to send you away. I know our marriage wasn’t exactly out of passion but I’ve grown to care for you. I want you to be happy and comfortable. I’ll carry you for the rest of my life if it brings a smile to your face.” Coriolanus brushed his knuckle against your temple. You leaned your face into his hand, closing your eyes. Coriolanus leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours for a moment. 

“Thank you, Mr. Snow.” You whispered. Coriolanus pulled back and snorted. You glared at him, turning your head away from him. 

“Please, Coriolanus.” He thought about telling you to call him Coryo but he decided he should let you warm up to him more. You nodded and slowly moved your hand towards his and held onto it. 

That night he was sure that you two were sleeping closer. You were both on opposite sides of the bed but you were still latched onto his hand. In the large space between you two, that he once visualized as a brick wall, were your clasped hands. You didn’t move in your sleep, still in the position he helped you into last night when he woke up. Coriolanus wiggled around in his sleep but his hand was still with yours when his alarm went off. 

He gently pulled his hand away from yours and slowly sat up. Coriolanus worried if he moved the mattress too much it would cause you more pain. It hurt so bad yesterday that just him moving your leg up from the floor made you wince. Coriolanus doubted one sleep would make it better.

Coriolanus turned off his alarm and sat still on the edge of the mattress with his back turned to you. He wished he could just fling himself back into bed and never leave again. He wondered if he could call in sick, his partner was sick.

Coriolanus sighed and rubbed his face, hoping it would brush away the fatigue. He was startled when a hand ran down his back. Coriolanus turned his head back and saw you staring at him. Your face was evidence enough of your long night. Your eyes were droopy and you looked at him in a way that made him sure you had plenty of struggles falling asleep with pain coursing through your body. Coriolanus leaned to the side, taking your hand away from his back and into his palm. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, sleep still pulling your words into the sheets with you. Coriolanus shook his head and rubbed the back of your hand again. 

“I don't need thanks. I wanted to help you.” He said. Coriolanus leaned over the bed next to you. Your eyebrows pinched when the mattress sank under his weight and he mentally smacked himself for it. You nodded in acceptance of his words. He gently brought your knuckles to his lips again. When he pulled back he found your eyes had shut. Coriolanus reached up and gently brushed your temple with his thumb. Your eyes opened and you stared at him. 

“Take it easy today, okay? Don't push yourself.” He whispered, his lips still close enough to your hand that you could feel his breath. You nodded and slowly scooted further down the mattress. It didn't look like it caused too much pain but you squeezed your eyes shut all the same. 

Coriolanus didn't get a note on his hanger today, though he wasn't surprised. Apparently, you couldn't let him leave the house without a compliment to think of during the day because your quiet voice called out to him as he reached for the bedroom door. Coriolanus turned back and raised an eyebrow at you in question. You complimented how the suit brought his eyes with your cheek pressed against your pillow and your eyes falling shut despite the fight you put up. He thanked you and headed for the front door.

On his path there he ran into an Avox. He told her Mavvy needed to be within calling distance of you at all times today. Her lips twitched for a second before she schooled it that told him he was talking to Mavvy. The Avox nodded in understanding and he left for work. 

When he returned from work, you were still in bed. You had changed positions in bed, laying on your side with a book open. In the corner of the room was the Avox he spoke to this morning, sat in a wooden chair and reading her own book. You lifted your head when the door opened, smiling at Coriolanus brightly. It must've been a really boring day if you were this excited over seeing him.

Coriolanus spent the rest of the evening in bed with you. He asked Mavvy to tell the rest of the maids and butlers that dinner was going to be served in the bedroom that night. He liked eating dinner with you at the table, but he liked this much more. Coriolanus felt like you two were actually a loving married couple. You were more relaxed this way, laughing and cracking jokes that made him snort.

If he didn't know you barely liked him as a friend, he would've kissed you. Coriolanus was okay with this though, laughing with you and eating your dinner in the exquisite bedding.

Part two

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little thot 🙏😏

Price working in his office inside his house, typing away on his laptop (that reader had to show him how to use) when suddenly in comes reader through his door, pretty sundress on, and baby bouncing on her hip

Piece can’t believe how hard he’s lucked out, doesn’t know what he did to deserve this as he never once imagined this type of life for himself, seeing himself as unlovable, but he’s forever grateful for his wife, and their little bundle of life. So of course he pushes his rolling chair out from under his desk so his gorgeous wife can plop down on his lap, baby now in her arms

ur welcome ���

I screamed when I read this, i’m not even joking. I love the idea of domestic John Price…

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John Price, your all so loving husband, a man who would very well steal the moon if it ment you would give him that smile that melts away any of his worries. It’s a leasurly saturday, one of the few days your husband is home from base spending a few weeks with you and your little daughter, who just so happens to be the light of his life. He has himself sat in his office laptop open looking at a mission brief file that is refusing to open. He sighs loudly catching your attention from the sunroom where your fixing up your daughter, and a picnic basket for a family day out. “John?” You call out, voice floating down the hall “Is everything okay?” You pick up your daughter sitting her on your hip as you walk down the hall towards the study.

The second you step into his office the sight of you melts the stress and frustration from his body. You’re decorated in a patterned sundress that hangs at your knees and a babbling baby girl bouncing on your hip, her hair pulled into two small pigtails at the top of her head. “What’s wrong honey?” You ask walking over to him. “Stupid computer won’t pull up the file I need” He huffs as he pushes out his chair one of his hands patting his lap, signaling you to take a seat “Don’t understand why everything’s digital now, miss the days we had physical papers”

“John you’re showing your age” You giggle before sitting down on his lap, the muscle in his legs acting like a cushion. “Look here” You say moving the mouse “If you right click the file, you can unzip it and that will give you access to all the files” You watch as all the files he needs populate before him on the screen. “Not that hard now was it” You smile again, the little girl who’s now on your lap giving her father a big grin. “Thank you Sunshine” He whispers as he presses his bearded face into your shoulder his hands wrapping around both you and your girl. “What would I do without you” He gives you a quick kiss to the side of your neck before pulling you up as he stands. “Now if i’m not mistaken, we have a little date planned out” He gives your daughter a wink, before swooping her up into his arms. Pulling her close to his chest causing her to squeal in pure joy. He reaches, his fingers intertwining with yours. His finger moving to brush over your wedding ring. “So greatful to have you” He whispers before pulling you out of the study, and whisking you away on your family day out.

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I’m still squealing over this prompt, because i know damn well his wife is at least 7-10 years younger then him and he would most certainly be a silver fox.

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A Step Through Time, A Step Closer

More summoned!König. I got a great idea from @callofdreams and so I had to write that out. Essentially, why does König have an Austrian accent? Time to find out.

TW: allusions to sex, having children/breeding

Wordcount: 3.2k

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A Step Through Time, A Step Closer

“Hey König,” you asked, “why do you have an accent?”

König swiveled his head to see you. He put down his ancient tome and crossed his legs, quirking his head to the side.

“An accent?” he asked, “what sort of accent?”

“I dunno. It’s like…” you snapped your fingers a couple of times, “is it German?”

“German?” he balked at the suggestion, “I’ve never been to Germany!”

“Then why do you speak like that?” you put down your phone to properly talk to him.

“I would suspect it’s how the people I spoke with talked when I was first visiting this realm,” König shrugged.

“So you’ve visited my world before me?” you crossed your arms, “I thought you didn’t know anything about this world.”

König chuckled and shook his head, “No, far from it. I’ve seen your species come far. I remember first hearing of your species discover fire, and since then I had to watch.”

You nodded, “So you’ve seen the whole of human history?”

“Not entirely,” König admitted. He paused for a moment, then slowly rose to his feet and held out a hand, “Here, let’s go on a quick trip. Why don’t I show you my home?”

You grinned and stepped up, letting him take your hand in his. You both took a step forward, and in an instant the world gave way and you fell through existence.

All around you, fragments of visions, memories, thoughts and feelings fluttered around you. You could see a baby’s first breath in one shard, and in another a man’s last. The world tilted on its axis round and round, making you feel as though you’re spinning in impossible directions, your body breaking apart and being put back together in thousands of ways. You could see the end of the existence at the edge of your vision, but you were quick to turn your head away. There were some things humans weren’t meant to see.

As you did, you came through the veil to step into an autumn-touched glade. Around you, tall pines stretched up to the skies before plummeting down below the blanket of red, gold and brown leaves. You turned around, and in the center of the glade there stood a meager cottage. This was a tiny thing, barely more than a couple of rooms squashed together, with one being more of a sunroom than an actual room. The whole building looked tired and bedraggled, lost to time itself.

“Here, Summoner,” König drawled from behind you, “is where I watched the first of your kind explore these lands.”

You looked at this tiny shack, so diminutive in nature that it was hard to believe a being as great and powerful as König once called this home.

“It’s pretty small,” you commented.

König sniffed, “On the outside.”

“So it’s like a tardis?” you asked.

“A what!?”

“A tardis!” you chirped, “it’s a Doctor Who thing. It’s small on the outside, bigger on the inside?”

You didn’t have to see König to know he was rolling his eyes as he replied, “Certainly, Summoner. Whatever brings you satisfaction.”

“Oh come on König,” you groaned as you walked towards the flimsy screen door, “you see what I’m talking about, right?”

“I don’t even know what Doctor Who means,” König grumbled, begrudgingly following you to his home.

You narrowly missed a hole in the stairs up to the porch and turned to glare at König. He only shrugged and followed you up to the door. He knocked twice, and the door opened for you.

From an outside view, the little hunting lodge looked as though it was on its last legs. On the inside, the house was a resplendent rustic mansion. You peered around as you took your feet off in the foyer, admiring the wide open stairwell, panel windows giving you a beautiful view of the forest around you.

König offered you a hand to lead you further in, which you gladly took and followed him to a regal red velvet ottoman  set that crowded around a great ursine rug. He happily set himself down and kicked up his feet on the footrest.

“Nice, no?” he chuckled as you followed his example, cuddling into his side as you did so. He happily slung an arm over your shoulder.

“How did you get the idea for this place?” you asked as you looked up to see a chandelier made of antlers.

“I wanted a simple place away from human eyes,” König explained as he gestured to the windows of the forest, “but then I found it too small for all my things, so I made it bigger. I kept expanding more and more until, well, here we are.”

“It’s incredible,” you murmured as you rubbed your hands over the soft velvet.

“Well I’m glad,” König chuckled, “because this will be our home.”

You whirled around to him, “What?”

“This is our home, Summoner,” König repeated patiently, “or it will be when the military no longer suits you.”

“Oh, König, this is nice but…” you hissed, “I need to stay with my parents. I don’t even know where this is.”

“In the Breenzerwaldgebrige forest,” he replied, “Austria. In the year 100 AC.”

You stared at him.

“Why are we in the year 100 König.”

“Well,” König faltered when he saw your expression, “I thought you might find it interesting to see my life around this time! I mean, it’s how I know that I’d be fated to you.”

“You knew how?” you scoffed, “don’t tell me you’re about to walk through that door I swear I will actually-”

“Easy Summoner,” König held up his hands, “easy. I wouldn’t do such a thing.”

You sighed and slumped into him, “Thanks, König. I know sometimes I can be a bit over dramatic but I should’ve known you’d never-”

“I come home in a couple of hours.”

You blinked.

“König.”

König nodded happily.

“König that’s not happening.”

“Oh but it is!” König jostled you jovially, “it will be a grand time, Summoner! I assure you, this is all according to plan. This is the timeline! Everything is already done!”

“König this is fucking nuts,” you shook his shoulder off of you, “I can’t meet your past self! It’ll cause a paradox, or it’ll break the space-time continuum, or-or-”

“It’s in my memory,” König tapped his temple with one oil-sheened talon, “it’s already happened. You can complain as much as you like, but it’s already been done.”

You tried to wrap your mind around it, but you couldn’t fathom how that worked. It seemed impossible. How did it work? That wasn’t how time worked, was it?

“Now look, I need to make dinner for us all, so why don’t you turn on the tv and watch a show?” König tried to soothe you, “go on, watch something. Relax. I assure you, it’ll be fine.”

You nodded dumbly, not even bothering to ask how he had electricity in the year 100 AC. Instead, you weakly took the remote from his hand and turned on the tv. König left the room to the kitchen, leaving you to your own devices.

After watching a couple hours of baking shows from different dimensions, you heard the door unlock. Your König walked into the room just as the old König passed through the door. Before you could get a good look at him, your König thrust a cloth overtop of the old König’s head.

The younger König stumbled back and padded at his face, then slowly looked up to see your König.

He said something in an ancient language, to which your König responded in kind.

They spoke briefly before your König stepped closer and pressed his palm against his younger form’s forehead. They both stilled briefly, then your König pulled back and motioned for his younger self to follow.

“Come, you must meet our summoner!” he called as he walked over to you.

You turned off the television as König slumped down by your side, wrapping an arm around you and rubbing your shoulder affectionately.

The younger König stilled by the fireplace. He looked towards his older self, then down at you. His eyes were not the soft, loving eyes you knew so well. This look was filled with hatred, rage and disgust. He looked like he’d tear you apart for the simple mistake of existing in his presence.

“I don’t want this,” he hissed.

“I’m sorry, but this is what happens to us,” König shrugged, but you noticed he tucked you into his side more securely, “this one summons us by accident, actually.”

“And we don’t eviscerate that worm on the spot?” younger König scoffed.

“No,” König had you in his lap now to hold you securely, “they are our mate.”

The younger König was silent. His talons curled into fists, then dropped, then clenched again. His claws grew longer and longer until he was stabbing into his palms over and over again, dripping oily black blood onto the floor.

“We do not die here,” König announced, “you know this. And our summoner does not die here either.”

“I refuse to bow before such a creature,” young König hissed, “I won’t take such a simple pest to be my master.”

“They are perfectly capable,” König declared, “and they do not subjugate us. They couldn’t if they tried.”

You couldn’t help glaring at him briefly.

“So we take someone weak and pathetic to have control over our every waking moment?” young König sneered as he stepped forth, his talons clacking on the hardwood.

“This summoner will bring us joy and success in time,” König bristled around you, “and as I said, they have no control in this. We simply provide them our services because we want to.”

Young König glanced between the two of you with narrowed eyes, “And what compels us? What could this pathetic whelp possibly provide us?”

König shuffled slightly on the sofa, “They are part of the greater plan.”

Young König scoffed, “How could a human be of any significance?”

“Because they are the herald.”

Young König stared at you. The malice slowly ebbed from the corners of his eyes, his hatred washing away as he saw you for the first time. He looked at his older counterpart, who only nodded slowly.

“A human is the herald?” his voice softened.

“Indeed,” König chuckled, “they will bring in the new age. But of course,” he ruffled your hair, “they do not understand any of this yet. We both have to be patient about that.”

Young König stepped closer, no longer predatory but with animalistic curiosity. He sat down by your side and glanced to his older counterpart for confirmation. With a nod, he slowly extended a talon to you.

You winced back reflexively, but your König was quick to shift on the sofa so that you sat between his legs, your chest against his back as he relaxed back on the armrest. You were effectively caged between the two, with one soothing you and the other exploring your form.

Young König carefully picked up you hand in his. His talons had retracted back into his fingers, more so than your König usually did. It seemed as afraid as you were of being harmed, so too was he afraid of harming you himself. The curved slits of his pupils looked over your form again before he carefully placed his palm against your thigh.

It was the same, familiar chill you got whenever your König touched you, if a bit more hesitant.

He withdrew his hand and looked at it with wonder.

Finally, he spoke, “Humans are warm.”

“They’re wonderful to hold,” your König told him, “and every night we sleep with this one.”

“This one is our mate,” young König’s voice lightened, “and tell me, do we get to breed them?”

Your König shook his head, “No, not yet. Soon though.”

“Soon?” you glared at him.

“Soon,” he crooned as he pressed himself into the crook of your neck, “and we will have wonderful children.”

You shuddered under his touch, “What? I’m not ready!”

“You will be soon enough, Summoner,” König promised with a kiss before turning to his counterpart, “you’ll get your mate soon enough. They are the only one to summon us, so there’s no reason to be alarmed once you feel yourself being drawn forth.”

Young König nodded, his eyes wide as he took in your interactions.

He looked back to his older form with a wanting expression.

“We aren’t lonely forever,” he finally whispered.

“No,” König promised, “we aren’t. And it’s a beautiful thing.”

“Can’t you leave Summoner here?” young König asked pitifully, “please, can’t we change time once more?”

“I’m afraid I’ve done enough today as is,” König sighed, “but I assure you, we won’t be lonely. Now,” he grabbed your shoulder, “I think we’ve spent enough time here. I’ve done what I needed to do, so I am afraid we must be leaving soon. But, I did promise you something, didn’t I?”

You motioned for him to keep going.

“My voice,” König chuckled, “you wanted to know what shaped my voice. Come on a walk with me and I’ll show you.”

You looked at young König. All anger was gone, now replaced by sad longing. He seemed so pathetic. How could this be an avatar of chaos when he looked so helpless?

“Can’t we stay a bit longer?” you asked.

“Please do,” young König insisted.

“No, we can’t,” König picked you up as he got to his feet, “I’ve shown you my home, I’ve talked to my younger self, so now we must answer your question.”

“Why can’t you stay?” young König asked, raising to his feet behind you, “please stay. I don’t want to be alone again. Please, please stay!”

Tears welled up in the younger avatar’s eyes, but still his elder counterpart shook his head.

“You won’t be alone forever,” he clasped a hand over his younger self’s shoulder, “be patient. Watch these humans, listen to them. Learn what you can from them. Do not let them take this home, do not let a single one inside, but go and be amongst the humans. Go so you can prepare for this one,” and with that he looked down at you lovingly.

You smiled back up at him, but you could feel your face fall as you looked at the younger König. He seemed so desperate for just another bit of company. You hated seeing him like this. This König, even if he’d never met you before, was still a part of your König.

You scrounged through your pockets for a gift, but as your fingers touched a couple of hard candies König took your hand.

“We must go,” he said quietly.

When you left the home, you dropped the candies by the door before you closed it behind you.

You jogged up to König’s side and took his outstretched hand to walk comfortably by his side.

“The candies were delightful,” König looked down at you as a blushed crawled up to your ears, “what were they, anyways?”

You looked at the trees around you instead of your partner as you squeaked out, “Butterscotch.”

 König nodded, “That’s what it was. I’ll get some soon.”

“You remembered it that well?” you laughed as you stepped over a shallow puddle.

König nodded again.

You fished around in your pocket for a moment before you were able to fish out another yellow-orange candy. You pressed it into his hand firmly and nodded, “There.”

König looked down at the candy, wonder in his eyes.

“Thank you Summoner,” he murmured as he unwrapped it and threw it up to his hood, where a tentacle reached out, grabbed it, and promptly retreated into the void beneath.

You shuddered.

“Does something trouble you?” König asked politely.

“Nope,” you took his hand and started walking again, “nope you’re good, you just… You do you, König.”

“I’m more than glad to do so,” König grunted as he stepped onto a worn dirt path, “this way, the village is just on the right.”

You walked beside him, happily taking in the beautiful fall forest as König led you along. You passed over a small log bridge at one point, where you played pooh sticks for a few minutes before König tired of the silly game and urged you to follow him again. From there you trailed along until you slammed into König’s open palm, knocking the wind out of you in an instant.

“A little warning next time,” you wheezed as he muttered an apology.

“Now Summoner,” he spread out a hand before you, where you finally saw a few small smoke trails whispering through the cobalt blue sky, “this is where I learned to speak. This is where I first learned what being human meant.”

In the distance, you could see people working in fields, welding great scythes that glinted in the sunlight.

“See there that young maiden?” König pointed out to a brown-haired woman carrying a basket, “she was the one who taught me to speak. And that man?” he pointed to a tall, strapping man with long blond hair tied back between his broad shoulders, “that is how I learned to look human.”

“Is that why you’re so big?” you asked curiously.

“Summoner,” König drawled, “I can’t fit into a smaller form.”

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed,” König intoned sarcastically, “now anyways, these are the settles of what would eventually become Austria. I enjoyed my time here, in the end. I learned to get close to locals. It took a few generations of trying, but eventually I stopped terrifying the locals and I was accepted into their community.”

König stood tall and proud as he reminisced, “I became a mayor many times, and other times a noble. Once even an advisor to a king, but I can’t remember the name. I would rise up the ranks amongst the people, then disappear back into the wilderness to reset. I experienced life in the fields and life in the courts.”

“Why would you ever go back to being a peasant?” you scoffed.

“The antics of the court can grow tiresome,” König sighed, “the same petty battles waged over and over. The humans around me grew smarter with time, but they were never a threat. It was like batting at flies for decades.”

You hissed, “Okay, that does sound pretty awful actually.”

“So it was here that I learned of your kind, and in turn, what you would need,” König turned to face you, “but it was also here that I learned what love meant. I had many a folly, but,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “not a single man or woman I ever bed could possibly compare to the likes of you.”

You blushed furiously, but the smile that formed was impossible to beat down.

“Now, since you understand where my accent comes from, do you think you’re satisfied for the day?” König placed his hands on your shoulders and swayed with you in the autumn breeze.

You shrugged, still not quite over his comments.

“Then I think we should head back, my dear,” König pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you were sent tumbling through the void.

Konig Dump

Konig Alternate Universe Stories

[gracev0609]

Strawberry Moon

Josh Kiszka X Reader

Disclaimer: I am not spiritual, I have no experience in any of this, all information was taken from this source

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: 18+ only, Minors DNI, celebrating the strawberry moon, trying to conceive, explicit sex, breeding kink.

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You sat cross legged on the fluffy cream colored plush blanket across from your lover, Josh. You cracked your eyes open, peering at his toned form. He sat mirror image to you, cross legged with his palms facing the sky, completely bare. Your sunroom was glowing in various shades of pink and orange, coloring each plant and pillow a color of the sunset. Tonight was the Strawberry Moon, the next phase. You and Josh had been trying to get pregnant for about a month now, neither of you were getting younger and honestly, you both were eager to start a family. Josh got the idea this morning after reading about the powers of the strawberry moon. He had set his phone down on the kitchen island and rattled off how the strawberry moon has powerful energy and can work on our inner selves as well as increase love and fertility. He told you about the affirmations you both could say during your meditation as well as charging moon water to drink to help.

His arms wrapped around your frame, settling his hands over your empty womb,” I know it's all a little weird, and if it doesn't work what have we lost? But on the other hand, if it does and we make a baby….”

“I think it's worth a shot Joshy, if anything it'll make a nice evening.”

He leaned down, kissing the top of your head,” That's my girl.”

Back to the present, you closed your eyes again repeating your affirmation once more, We're harnessing the energy of the strawberry moon. Let us harness it's power of love, self improvement and fertility.

You sat meditating and reflecting until the sun went down and your solar fairy lights came on. The air around you became cooler, your sweat slicked skin chilling causing your nipples to pebble.

Josh spoke, his voice soothing,” My love… are you ready baby?”

Josh stood retrieving the glasses of water from the end table, striding over to the windowsill to place them under the moonlight to charge. Turning on his heel, he made his way back over to you, his hips swaying as he moved. He kneeled down in the pillow nest you were meditating in before leaning over and grabbing the small tray of strawberries. He nestled into your side, raising a summer sun warmed berry to your lips,” To celebrate. A new phase, a new chapter of our lives. I'm really hopeful that we'll make a baby tonight lovie. The celestial energy… you're ovulating… I think this might be the perfect combination honey.”

Chewing the succulent fruit you nodded,” I hope so too. I think the odds are in our favor tonight.”

Josh fed you a few more berries, his hand stroking your skin, warming your body up for him as you chewed. Eventually his hand dipped down between your legs, sighing softly when he discovered the slick between them.

His fingers swirled around your clit, “ You're going to be such a beautiful momma. You're so kind, so sure of everything you do. Our child is going to look up to you.”

Sighing you shudder, his praise fueling your arousal and you rest your head on his shoulder,” I love you Josh.”

Gently he slides two fingers into you, lightly moaning when he feels how tight and wet you are. And he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you he runs his hips into your leg, gliding his already leaking cock against your thigh. It doesn't take you long until you're clenching around his fingers, the coil in your stomach snapping, as you soak his hand in your release.

Josh presses kisses to your temple,” Good girl, that's my good girl. So beautiful, so ready to take my cock.”

Whining you grasp at him, tugging him to position himself over you,” Please Josh, I need it. Put your baby in me.”

He grasps his cock in his hand, running his swollen head through your slick,” Fuck, keep talking like that and I'm not going to last long.”

He pushes his hips forward, easing himself inside of you. Your hands grip onto his biceps as you adjust to his size,” Isn't that kind of the point.”

You giggle lightly as he rocks his hips,” I guess so…. Pretty baby just wants to be full of my cum?”

You groan, hitching your thighs over his hips,” You know I do.”

All you can think about is the way it feels when he fills you, so wet and warm, coating your insides in Josh. The thought pushes you closer to your second climax, and you start clenching around him, fluttering around his pulsating cock.

Through gritted teeth he praises,” Go ahead sweetheart, cum all over my fat cock. Let me have it.”

His voice in your ears, his skin on yours, and his tip pushing against your sweet spot, you had to surrender to the waves of pleasure. All you could think about was Josh. All you could think about was making him a father.

His hips pound into yours, losing all self control he once had. Slamming himself deep inside of you, chasing his primal urges.

His voice sounds strained,” God… fuck… I can't wait to get you pregnant.”

“Do it! I need it, wanna have your baby so badly!” You cry your nails digging into his back.

His hips stutter, and you feel his warm cum flood your insides.

“Fuuuck… that's right baby, keep milking me. Get every last drop… Gonna make the most beautiful baby.”

Finally his hips still and he all but collapses on you. His hands holding you close to him with his face buried in your neck.

“You're so beautiful, honey. You're going to be the most amazing mom. God, I really hope we just made a baby.”

Your hands stroke his back, both of your emotions heightened. Wanting this to work so badly. One hand comes up to scratch his scalp lovingly,” Maybe our strawberry moon helped us tonight.”

Josh raises his head from your skin, he raises his gaze until he finds the moon. His eyes stay locked on and you can tell he's pleading with the sacred celestial energy. Eventually he pulls out of you, before quickly shoving a pillow underneath your hips. He snuggles into your side, grabbing a blanket and draping it over the both of you,” Gotta keep it all in.”

His lips trail slow lines over your exposed skin until he's eventually lulling you to sleep. Right before you fall under the wave of slumber you say a prayer to your strawberry moon.

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[mushroomates]

merry headcanons

as a child, he sincerely believed he could talk to cats. this ended at age 13.

can do cartwheels. pippin cannot. this is brought up in arguments more frequently that imagined

has a filter, contrary to some of what he says. he also acts as pippins filter

possesses an uncanny ability to sniff out weed. can tell the quality of such by smell alone. can also tell you where it may have come from, and how it was grown

has a small patch of cannabis growing in a back room of his estate. it used to be a sunroom but is now a greenhouse/weed lab.

merry religiously documents it’s growth, soil conditions, exposure to light, and most importantly: potentness

unfortunately this has manifested in a very strong but unpleasant tasting plant. this sort is hearty, can grow under any conditions, but really just tastes/smells. absolutely awful.

he did try and recruit sam into helping him until sam realized what was going on and wanted “no business in such a practice”

uses samples saved from the whole Saruman takedown and propagates what he can. also keeps some for comparison. he is very organized with this and has a whole spreadsheet he references frequently

merry also likes to know where everything is at all times. he’s not super weird about it but everything does have its place and he will know if you move it

got into furniture making. makes. questionable, ‘innovative’ ‘contemporary’ and ‘unique’ pieces

in reality it’s because he likes to make chairs that specifically make people want to leave because of how uncomfortable they are

like. he loves his family. but sometimes they get the squeaky chair. there’s a table with one leg slightly smaller than the rest that makes everyone uneasy. a couch that is just too low to the ground and cushy, so that you sink in but your legs are cramped. there’s a chair with the back curved slightly too steep, so when someone sits in it their posture is terrible. it also has a shorter than normal seat so you can’t scoot forward either

it’s not torture. people can endure it. it’s just mean to make sure no one does for very long.

this set is strategically in the foyer, so if he likes you well enough you’re granted entity into the living room with normal furniture. which is very tastefully decorated and has framed artwork of his many nieces and nephews.

he absolutely adores the littlest members of the shire and will spoil them however he can

draws maps of the most absurd things. just. maps that no one even asked for but are delightfully absurd

“directions to bagend, avoiding all dogs, aunts, sheep and red mail boxes” “brandybuck estate, but only the trees” “every pub in the shire, and who to avoid on your way back from a good time”

and, famously, “pippins brain”

this is a circle, and in it, two singular dots

one saying “pipe weed” and the other “bad ideas”

there use to be a third dot, that said “lack of cart wheels” but that has been a angerly scribbled out (culprit is still a ‘mystery’ )

decent navigational skills

of course, no one listens to him.

judges the annual pie contest

is actually. really good at it. has a very defined palette dispute the copious amount of weed he smokes

“is that rubarb? it adds a wonderful complexity to the strawberry and pistachio- though, i’d recommend not using molasses next time instead try brown sugar.”

like. merry. why do you know these things.

also judges the pie EATING contest. this is because there is a scandalous amount of cheating and he was part of a huge pie-in-the-trousers bust and now sits in the jury as an esteemed member

pippin thinks he’s a traitor to the cause. this is because pippin was a primary perpetrator in said pie-in-the-trousers bust.

has two pet rabbits. by pets i mean fellow members of the “raiding farmer maggots crops” club, who he saved from a few rodent traps and took home

merrys morals, to recap, does not allow him to permit pie-crimes, but he is totally okay with casual thievery

did not have the heart to said rabbits as they were cut from the same cloth. he let them out the back yard once he got home and they just. kind of. stayed

their names are gandalf and gandalf because ones gray and ones white. many hobbits have been taking after that and also naming their animals gandalf. this of course pisses gandalf off to no end.

is a great babysitter. mature enough to not get into trouble but still has a childish sense of adventure, and lots of stories

he is the trusted fun uncle. pippin being the reckless fun uncle.

he acts stories out more than tells them to the kids, as his way with words is not so great as his way with sound effects.

also makes his own sock puppets and will occasionally put on small shows for the kiddos during family gatherings. fan favorites are “merry takes down the witch-king” “the march of the ents” and “the hobbit who couldn’t cartwheel” (the last ends with the hobbit simply learns to accept that everyone has different talents- something not true to life because pippin still hasn’t accepted this)

is high key very smart. doesn’t do a lot with this. he prefers to enjoy the simple things in life, and has found that so long as he makes sure he and his are looked after, life can be very easy.

that being said. he is not as care free as he’d like to be

is very prepared and well organized. has rations for days and a go-bag, even in his later years. everyone mocked him for years but it took him maybe ten minutes to grab everything and join up with frodo and sam. he also has extra go-bags, which is why it only took pippin 15 minutes (an extra five because pippin lost his bag about two seconds after merry gave it to him)

merry got the “anxiety” hobbit gene that manifests in being (only slightly) a prepper. there’s cans of beans and fruit as well as bottled water hidden in the cellar of the brandy-buck estate. enough food to last nearly five years, but for a hobbit, three.

this gives him peace of mind, as he knows he is prepared for whatever life gives him

he also knows he has braved many things before and anything that may come now will be significantly less of a hardship

he will never have to face down another witch-king, or more importantly, go without second breakfast

[the-stars-are-buzzing]

@jegulus-microfic - prompt: barren - wc: 450

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Regulus is very rarely confused. There are times where he’s on the brink of having no clue what’s happening, but more often than not, he has a general idea for what’s happening around him. The only two times in life that he had been genuinely baffled was when Sirius had explained to him that their family’s views were wrong, and when Barty had confessed to having a crush on him back in third year. Since then, he’s kept his head on straight. 

Now, though, would be a time that Regulus will add to that list. As he stands in the middle of a, usually barren, Room of Requirement, his head feels like it’s spinning in circles. Instead of the small, empty room that he’s usually given upon entering the room, there’s an entire picnic set up in the middle of what appears to be a large sunroom. On the other side of the candle-lit blanket stands a rather sheepish-looking James Potter. 

“Hiya, Reg,” James’ voice is quiet and his eyes are trained on the dinner in front of him. It does look quite delicious, to be fair, and Regulus’ mind distantly recognizes that all of his favorite foods are displayed. 

“Potter,” Regulus says slowly, not quite knowing how to react as his heart beats rapidly against his ribcage. If this is some sort of prank, he’s going to kill his brother and anyone else involved. “What the hell is this?”

James’ shoulders slump slightly at this, but he lifts his head, a soft smile on his face. “Well, uh, y’know.”

There’s a pause, then Regulus sighs. “I don’t know, actually. That’s why I asked.” 

James lets out a soft laugh before stepping around the blanket, standing a bit too close for comfort. At his proximity, Regulus lifts the books in his hands to be in between the two of them, and James laughs a little again. The butterflies are going crazy at the moment. 

“So, uh, this is for you,” James nods his head toward the romantic setting only a few feet away from them. 

“Figured that much,” Regulus responds dryly, trying so hard to resist the temptation of looking at James’ lips. With their small distance, though, this seems to be impossible. Regulus’ voice is barely above a whisper when he asks, “Why?”

James furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head the slightest before lifting a hand and tucking a loose curl behind Regulus’ ear. “Isn’t it obvious, Reg? I really like you. Like, a lot. I haven’t told Sirius because–”

Regulus doesn’t need to hear anything else, dropping his book and instead using his hands to tug at James’ tie, successfully causing their lips to crash together.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here's a one-of-a-kind 2004 custom home in Haddonfield, New Jersey. From the exterior you really can't tell how special it is inside. 5bds, 7ba, $3.5M.

It's an open floor plan and this is the great room/main living space. Check out the fireplace - it has a cage around the chimney, and that structure on the right is the kitchen. Isn't this unusual? It combines traditional with contemporary, modern farmhouse, traditional, and rustic.

I think that the idea was to bring the outdoors in. The room looks like an outdoor patio surrounded by a stone and shingled house. The living room area is a typical rustic space, but is in a corner a few steps above the great room.

The open kitchen in this corner looks like it's under a pergola.

In a way, it kind of looks like an outdoor food stand.

The cook top area is very nice with the backsplash and hood over it.

It has a very spacious office. I suppose that this room could be something else if you don't need an office.

And, it also has a dedicated exercise space.

Plus a children's playroom. I suppose that this could be a sunroom or conservatory if you don't have small children.

The 2nd level hall is quite long and has windows overlooking the main living area.

This is the home theater.

There's a kitchenette up here.

The primary bedroom has a high ceiling.

The en-suite bath is large and elaborate.

And, it also has a closet/dressing room.

Plus a lovely private terrace.

The guest room has a kitchenette.

The bedrooms are all very large. This is a child's room.

Bathrooms along the hall.

This must be a playroom for older kids, centered on sports. I've never seen hockey played in the basement.

There's a large wine cellar.

Hall in the basement.

A very large closet looks like it's for seasonal clothing.

And, this storage room looks like it's for seasonal decor.

Interesting outer sunporch that curves around the house.

The grounds are lovely and the home is on a .92 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/401-Loucroft-Rd-Haddonfield-NJ-08033/38274327_zpid/

[r0ckgoblin]

Would that I- bella ramsey xreader

“true that i saw her hair like the branch of a tree”

summary: bella is a person of many trades, your favorites just so happen to be when they play guitar and sing. you have always admired this about her, as any friend would. b/c you and bella have always been supportive of each other’s interest, they always come to you first when he’s written a song or learned a new one. why would this time be any different?

a/n: idk how to write summaries… but anyways enjoy:) (p.s. hc wise, i think they listen to hozier…yea she definitely does)

warnings: unproper grammar(maybe) how i've passed all my lit classes i will never know. probably not fully proofread, i miss the smallest things smh

*all pronouns for bella used*

you wiggle the key into the stubborn door of bella’s apartment, eventually winning the fight against it. opening the door you’re met with the sound of guitar strings being plucked and you smile softly. setting your bag on the kitchen counter you begin wandering around looking for your best friend.

“hey bels?” you call out.

“in here” he says from the sunroom.

you laugh softly grabbing a small throw blanket from the couch.

"hi" you smile, bending down to hug her, finding it a little difficult due to the guitar in their lap. the smell of old spice wonderfully clouds your sense of smell as they reach up to hug you back. the two of you gently sway for a few seconds before you pull back to adjust yourself next to him on the small couch, covering your legs with the blanket.

"how was your day?" he asks smiling over at you.

"it was good, slow, it was just a lot of cleaning up some scenes" you exhale recalling your most recent project, a movie you had been working on for the last few months, one only the people a part of it and the people closes to you knew about. acting was stressful sometimes, but the final project was always worth it, and that's something you and bella could both agree on.

"those days are inevitable, but i believe in you." they say as the lean back to rest their head on your shoulder. this caused you to blush a light pink color, luckily, he couldn't see your face at the moment. you didn't know what it was but lately you've been feeling certain ways about your best friend, and you were scared you wouldn't be able to hide those feelings for much longer. the only thing stopping you was the incessant fear of losing her friendship if they didn't feel the same way.

after moments of peaceful silence bella breaks it be jolting up excitedly. "oh! i learned a new song!"

"really? show me!'' you smiled mirroring her excitement. for as long as you've known bella your favorite thing about them has been her ability to play guitar and sing. they were so good at it, and it seemed to be a big passion of his as well.

"of course! you're going to love it, it's a hozier song" they beam at you holding eye contact waiting for your reaction, which didn't take long because you immediately grinned so big.

" you learned another one? which one?!" you question with giddy.

"you'll have to guess."

"c'mon that's no fun" you whine putting on a fake frown.

"you'll live" she jokes.

"okay, fine go." you pout resulting in a laugh from her.

she plucks some cords before playing, listening to them intently. you just stare at him in awe. before you know it, you're hearing the first notes of hozier's "would that i". you gasp in amazement, and they let a small laugh leave their mouth, somehow without losing focus. as if it couldn't get any better, he also starts singing the words along with the music.

you feel your eyes water, you have no idea why that would be happening. was it the emotional toll of being in love with your best friend, someone who you've watched grow into a beautiful and talented human being? the fear that if you were to express how you feel, it could all turn against you, and you lose the one person who means the most in the world to you? or maybe it's just because the song is so beautiful? its defiantly the song.

you got so lost listening to his voice and the way the sun setting through the window made their skin glow and made his hair shine like honey. shit you were head over heels.

by down you had drowned out her voice due to your staring that you didn't even realize they had finished. not until they're talking directly at you. you blush a little realizing you 100% got caught staring.

"so what do you think?" she ask not making eye contact.

"i loved it," you smiled,

"thank you so much." he grins, and you swear you see faint pink on their cheeks.

"i, um-", you go to say something, but you stop yourself.

"what was that?''

"i uh... i should get back to my hotel.''

"just stay here'' she says but its more of a begging question.

"no, i can't, ive got an early morning and we both know i'm not quiet in the mornings, i wouldn't want to wake you that early.'' you try and lie.

"y/n please'' he begs, grabbing your hand giving you those big brown puppy eyes.

"i'm sorry.'' you shake your head.

they tug you closer, your chests touching. they stare you in the eyes, you notice her give a quick glance to your lips. you in return look to theirs.

"there's something uh... i've mean meaning to tell you," they exhale nervously, "and i really need to get it off my chest. this um..." they swallow hard, "this is harder than i thought."

"shut up" you say with a fake serious tone.

"what i haven't even gotten to what i wanted to say." they knit their eyebrows in confusion.

"you don't have to, if it's what i think it is, i already know," you smile, "because i want to tell you the same thing."

"y/n-"

"i like you, like REALLY like you okay!"

"i-" they were speechless. you two just stared back at each other, waiting for the other to speak.

"i like you two, like reeaallyy like you." they smile wide.

you smile and release a breath of relief, resting your forehead on theirs. you two stay like that giggling back and forth.

"can i kiss you?" they speak up.

"of course." you smile.

she then softly presses their lips to yours, grabbing your face, she deepens the kiss making it more passionate but soft. his hands travel to your hair gently brushing it while your hands find the small of their back caressing softly. this goes on until your both pulling away for air, laughing breathlessly.

"so... stay the night?"

you laugh hugging them as they spin you around like something out of a movie.

the rest of the night you spend cuddled on the couch watching your favorite movies until you're both passed out in each other's arms.

a/n: AAAAHHH LETS GOOOO!!!! so BAHAHAAHAH this took longer than i wanted and it's not even as long as i wanted it:( anyways here it is, i hope you really enjoy it. there will hopefully be more in the future:) feel free to request, also let me know if my replies are off bc i clicked on one of my post and it says my comments are turned off??? idk, but my asks should be on:) love you! have a great day/night!🫶

[yornayyy]

Surprised puzzle

rafe cameron x y/n routledge

a/n: i got this idea from going on an 2 hour tiktok watch on pregnant women and gave myself baby fever lol😂

a/n: all of the characters get along meaning there’s no gold and rafe and the pouge’s are all friends.

summary: after finding out you we’re pregnant you decide to plan a surprise for your friends

sitting on the couch in the chateau i began thinking of when to tell everyone the good news or surprise i should say.

looking at the time on my phone i then look around to see what everyone else is doing jj, sarah and john b is sitting outside in the hammocks while smoking a j and pope and kie and rafe is jus talking about god knows what.

going into my room i then get out the custom made puzzle i had made, walking back into the sunroom i then sit the puzzle box on a table.

before sitting back down i then walk outside to tell the guys to come in “ guys can u come in for a sec i wanna put a puzzle together” i say while walking up to them.

jj looks at me with a bored puzzle as in a way of him saying “that shit is childish” but i could care less on what he thinks. looking at Sarah and john b get up as they start walking inside without having to beg them.

sighing i then look back at jj who is still laying down on the hammock i then walk closer to him and flips it over as he falls out hard on the group with a loud thump noise.

“y/n what the fuck” he says loudly while groaning as he gets up “jj i want to put a puzzle together so come inside” i say while walking back inside not even waiting to hear what he has to say.

“i hate it here” jj says while mumbling but still walks inside not wanting to get hurt even more.

“guys don’t start the puzzle yet i have to go get the rest of the guys” i tell john b and sarah while walking to where the rest of the group is.

walking up to rafe i then rub his back softly letting him know i was behind him “guys can you come put the puzzle together with the rest of us” i ask while looking at rafe get up with out a complaint

“yea sure” pope says while walking into the sun room, looking over to rafe i then give him a quick peck before grabbing his hand and leading im to meet the guys.

“ok u guys can start now” i tell them while sitting down “ why aren’t you helping y/n?” john b asks while putting a piece together.

“i didn’t want to play i wanted to see you guys do it” i reply as him and jj look at me with a blank face. “whatttt it should be fun, cheer up” i tell them while giggling as they just continue putting pieces together.

sitting nervously i look at rafe from the corner of my eye as he stares at the puzzle while the rest of them put it together “wait…” sarah says while pausing her movements before looking back at me with a shocked face.

looking back at her with a small smile she the looks back at everyone else as she waits for them to finish putting the puzzle together

in a short amount of time all you could here was a bunch of “no way’s” “omg’s” “oh shit’s” as they get closer to being done with the puzzle.

looking back at rafe as he still looks confused at the puzzle i then put my hand on his thigh telling him “ turn the puzzle towards you and finish it” as he does what’s told.

all of the pouge’s stare at the puzzle as it reveals a “i’m pregnant” with an arrow pointing in my direction.

“OMGGGG IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE” john b yells in excitement as everyone else started yelling with tears in their eyes.

smiling brightly i look back at rafe as he stares at me with tears and a shocked face “baby are you for real? i’m gonna be a dad?” he asks while holding my face in his shaky hands as he cry’s softly.

starring back at him as i shake my head in agreement, before i could answer i’m brought into a bone crushing hug as rafe cry’s in my shoulder.

breaking the hug he then kisses me softly before pulling away before yelling “ i’m gonna be a dad” as everyone cheers and celebrates.

[volturiprincess]

HELLO

romanian coven x mate headcanon

Scenario:

They have a fight and the human reader decides to go for a walk WITHOUT THEM and get lost in the forest (also its start raining)

Separate please

Thanks😁😁

Walking out on them

Finished my dear anon😁. I apologize for getting to your request kind of late, but I hope you enjoy💙

Vladimir:

Fights with him are not new

Unfortunately they happen more often than you like for them to occur 

When you do fight he apologies right away (surprisingly) and tries to make it up to you with cuddling while watching your favorite show 

But there was one case where the fight got so intense that you ended up walking out on him 

The fight was caused by you wanting to go with him and Stefan with the Cullens for the whole “immortal child’ dilemma 

He said no, not wanting you to get hurt or the Volturi finding out about you

You tried to persuade him in telling him you would just stay in the Cullen's house and nothing bad would happen to you while you are there (“There ‘vegetarian’ Vlad, what are they going to do?, worst case scenario they eat actual vegetables in front of me”)

Still being stubborn he said no 

That fight went on for 3 hours

Eventually he called you “weak and vulnerable” and walked away 

You decided to walk out of the house that you, Vlad and Stefan been staying at while you are still human

Unfortunately it started to rain, and about to turn back to walk toward the house, you noticed you have no idea where you are at 

So you find a somewhat dry place in the forest and sit against the tree

Now you feel stupid for not paying attention on your walks with Vladimir in the forest but can you be blamed? When the sun peeks through the trees, he looks like a fallen angel and nothing around matters but him 

As you're there contemplating your life choices, your said fallen angel appears 

For a minute you think he will yell at you as you were expecting but news flash he pulls you into a tight hug, even his face was buried into your neck

He mumbles a very quiet sorry that you managed to hear with your human hearing and the semi quiet rain

From that day on, your arguments were diminished and you did ended up going with him and Stefan to the Cullens 

Stefan:

Fights with him are rare

Unlike Vladimir, he likes to keep the peace between you two

But peace can be easily disrupted 

There was one fight in particularly that got out of hand 

It wasn't exactly something to be fighting about but he got really worried and to cover that he got mad

You had a run in with a Volturi guard (*cough* Alec and Jane *cough*), but you didn't even mingle with them or even talked, you happen to see them in an alley when you were going to a nearby bakery, and they didn't even acknowledge you either 

The only reason you know about them is Stefan and Vladimir have pictures of every member of the Volturi coven for “war plans” (obsessed much)

You accidently told him casually when him and Vlad were talking about the Volturi 

He said some harsh things but in your defense you said it didn't even matter, the twins did nothing to you or knew who you were 

The argument ended with you saying you needed alone time

You went to the sunroom where the doors to outside were open

Not even thinking twice you went outside for a walk to cool down and where you let some small tears spill 

It was raining as you started to walk but it soon turned into a downpour 

You ran to a nearby tree that had these branches that resembled an umbrella

Great now your cold and have no idea where home is at 

You were frighten, all you wanted now was to be cuddling with your Stefan by the fireplace with a nice mug of your favorite warm drink 

As if someone was reading your mind, there he was, his hair stuck to his forehead from the downpour and a sorry look on his face 

You ran into his arms and pulled him into a deep hug 

Before you knew it you were on the couch with him by the crackling fireplace with your warm drink in hand, snuggling into his side