#they are sweet and delightful and bring me joy that’s all that matters

[rachiller]

God’s greatest mistake was giving pith to the mighty orange. Away from me, white demon, etc

[mochinomnoms]

Thinking about the Tweels parents reacted to them bringing home a partner, think of how excited mama Ashengrotto will be when Azul brings home his mate. After seeing Azul alone, depressed, and self-loathing for so many years, seeing him have the confidence to bring home his mate. If he is in his Merform she is even more thrilled. When she sees them comfort and hug him and allows Azul to cling to them she may faint. If/when they get married, you know she is throwing the biggest wedding reception in her restaurant. Yuu’s dress or tux, completely covered no matter the cost, all food, covered. She is just happy that her son found someone and Mr. Ashengrotto has to hold her back and keep her from squeezing Yuu to tight out of joy. She would also drop hints that she would be a great grandma and show you how cute Azul was in all his baby pictures.

Azul would probably die of embarrassment when his mom shows baby pictures and when they are finally alone (thanks to Azul’s Stepdad reminding her she has a Business to take care of) he finally relents:

“I’m sorry, she is just excited to meet you,” Azul has yuu curled in his many arms inside his octopot.

“Is she the reason you waited so long to introduce me to your parents?”

“Yes… also she has three books full of photos hidden in the house I can’t find and my step-father won’t tell me where they are. They just appear when guest come over and disappear when I try to burn them later.”

“Well, we are meeting your Grandma tomorrow so things should be better there!”

Azul groaned.

“More picture books?”

“Six books. I have no clue how she got half of those photos, I think she hired the tweels behind my back!”

She's so happy upon learning about Azul's partner. Ms Iris Ashengrotto is a sweet woman whose restaurant started from the bottom to become a renounced, exclusive dining experience that only the most wealthy, prim and proper folks under the sea could have the privilege of eating. It's why the Ashengrottos and the Leech family have worked together for so long, it makes a fine establishment for their… “business” deals. She's what we would equate to Gordon Ramsay, really: no-nonsense, with strict and high expectations in her kitchen. Similarly, she is oh so sweet with children, her own especially.

So it was a pain to watch Azul grow up so lonely, though she could never get him to tell her why. Iris assumed that it was due to bullying, most merfolk are not kind to cecaelias, but she couldn't go off and scare random children into not interacting with her son. Nor could she talk to their parents without knowing for sure if that was the case, or if her son was just naturally shy. It didn't help her worries when her son got skinner and skinner, thinking she didn't notice him look at his body in the mirror as he poked and prodded at what little fat remained on him.

She took comfort when the Leech parents sent their twins off to keep Azul company, though he didn't seem to warm up to them for quite some time. Even when he went to NRC with the twins, opening his own establishment, Iris was still concerned about him making friends. It's why she was so pleasantly surprised to hear from her son during his second year about his partner. He's shyly gushing about you to him, a magicless human that slithered their way into his locked up heart. With the way he describes you, like you hung the moon and starts, she's already planning a wedding in her head.

It takes some nudging after that to get him to bring you for a visit, but he eventually did over the summer break. Oh, she was delighted to see his limbs unconsciously curl around you, holding you close as you curled into him yourself. You were so cute! A sweetheart! A delight! A perfect child-in-law! Azul, please forgive her if she starts sobbing, but how else is a mother supposed to react when she sees her child gaze at someone with so much love in their heart?

The first day she's monopolized your time, feeding you and Azul all sorts of food and snacks, offhandedly mentioning that the two of you would have to fatten up a bit to give her health grandchildren. She had to withhold a laugh at Azul's mortified expression. Iris has several albums of baby and childhood pictures, eager to coo over how cute and chubby Azul was as a baby. Her son is sulking at the other end of the couch, but he still has a tentacle curled around your ankle, never leaving you for long.

It's when she's hiding away her album (one of three, Azul's destroyed many be she always has spares), that she overhears your conversation. Iris had stopped by his bedroom to let you two know that she needed to return to the restaurant, but instead quietly delighted at the sight of you two in his octopot. A cecaelia's octopot, hiding place, is a very private and intimate place. So seeing you, cradled in Azul's lap, as his many arms hold you close to him, makes her heart swell.

She decides to leave you two alone, taking one last peek as you giggle at a pouting Azul, before sharing a soft kiss. Iris is smiling at the sight, sighing as she can finally relax, knowing her son is going to be taken care of.

[satellite-evans]

Sweet Home

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Summary: Benedict comes home after a long day to his beloved family <3

Word count: 963 ( she is a shortie)

Warnings: tooth aching fluff, kissing

A/N:

Tell a friend to tell a friend, she is baaaaaaaaack :)

I wrote this in like 20 mintues so I apologize if it is bad, but I had to put something out there to bring back the flow xx

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3

Happy reading xxx

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Benedict Bridgerton sighed as he stepped into the foyer of his home, the weight of the day's events slowly melting away. He could hear the faint sounds of the household settling in for the evening. It was a comforting hum, one that reminded him of what truly mattered.

"You're home," your voice greeted him softly, and he looked up to see you standing at the entrance of the living room, a welcoming smile on your face.

"Indeed I am," he replied, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. "And I believe it's the best part of my day."

You stepped closer, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. "Tough day?"

Benedict nodded, his eyes closing momentarily as he leaned into your touch. "One of the toughest. But seeing you makes it all worth it."

You chuckled, the sound like music to his ears. "Come with me," you said, taking his hand and leading him into the living room. The space was cozy and inviting, with a fire crackling softly in the hearth and the soft strains of a violin playing in the background from a nearby phonograph.

As you reached the center of the room, you turned to face him, your hands slipping around his neck. "Dance with me," you whispered, your voice a soothing balm to his weary soul.

Benedict's arms encircled your waist, pulling you close. "Always," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You began to sway together, moving in perfect harmony as the music enveloped you.

For a while, it was just the two of you, lost in the comfort of each other's arms. The world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth and love you shared. Benedict's hands roamed your back, his touch both tender and possessive. He relished these moments, where he could simply hold you and forget the stresses of the day.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

You smiled, tilting your head to look up at him. "Show me," you teased, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Benedict's gaze darkened with desire, his hands tightening on your waist. He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek, when the soft patter of little feet interrupted your moment. Your twin daughters, Elizabeth and Emma, peeked around the corner, their identical faces lighting up with joy at the sight of their parents dancing.

"Mama! Papa!" they cried in unison, rushing into the room.

Benedict laughed, releasing you just enough to scoop up one of the girls in each arm. "And what are my two favorite ladies up to this evening?" he asked, kissing each of their foreheads.

"Dancing!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Can we dance too, Papa?" Emma asked, her small hands clinging to his shirt.

"Of course you can," Benedict replied, setting them down gently. "But you'll need to hold onto Mama and me, alright?"

You smiled, taking Elizabeth's hand while Benedict took Emma's. The four of you began to dance together, moving in a joyful, if somewhat clumsy, circle. The twins giggled and laughed, their innocent delight filling the room.

As the music continued, you caught Benedict's eye over the heads of your daughters. His expression was one of pure contentment, a look that spoke of deep love and gratitude. In that moment, surrounded by the family you had built together, all the worries of the world seemed to vanish.

After a while, the twins began to tire, their energy waning. You and Benedict guided them to the couch, where they cuddled up together, their eyes heavy with sleep. You watched as their breathing slowed, their small chests rising and falling in unison.

Benedict pulled you close once more, his hands resting on your hips. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"For what?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers threading through the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

"For this. For them. For everything," he replied, his forehead resting against yours. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with love. "You don't have to," you said softly. "We're a family, Benedict. We'll always have each other."

He kissed you then, a slow, lingering kiss that promised more to come. His lips moved gently against yours, communicating a depth of feeling that words could not capture. You could feel the stress of his day finally slipping away, replaced by a warmth that only your love could provide.

As you stood there, wrapped in his embrace, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. You could feel his heartbeat against yours, steady and strong, a reminder that you were his anchor just as much as he was yours.

In that moment, with your daughters sleeping peacefully nearby and your husband's arms around you, everything was perfect. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the room, and the music played on, a gentle soundtrack to your love story.

Benedict pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "You know," he began, a playful glint in his eye, "I think we might need to continue this dance later."

You laughed softly, a knowing look passing between you. "I think I would like that very much," you replied, your voice tinged with anticipation.

He kissed you again, his lips lingering on yours, before pulling you into a tight embrace. "I love you," he whispered against your hair.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling a sense of completeness that only he could bring.

As you stood there, holding each other, you knew that nothing could part the both of you. Because you had each other. And that was all you needed.

[anaconamor]

a taste of something sweet - ruben dias x reader.

quick sum: fiance! ruben coming home after the cwc final, and not being able to spend a single second away from reader. seeing her with family has him confessing more than he originally proposed for. insta au included at end! tiny smut, so minors dni! 🤍🎄

wc: 1.7k | masterlist | ruben’s masterlist

psa🗣️: hi angels!🤍 miss you all! it’s been a MINUTE since i posted for ruben, but here’s something for us ruben girlies for christmas time! hope you enjoy! 🤍🎄

“ruben!” you squealed, waiting for him to fully come in before throwing your arms over his shoulders. ruben let out a deep chuckle, and picked you up behind your thighs, sighing in content at being with you again. you had the biggest fear he wouldn't be back before christmas eve, and that your plan to have both families over would be ruined. expect that wasn't it, and here stood your world champion. 

“i missed you so much princesa,” ruben set you down and kissed you deeply, grunting in delight at tasting your cherry lips again. “me too you have no idea, but you're back and that is all that matters to me,” your foreheads leaned into each other, as you ran your hand through his hair. 

“i passed by to get the last minute stuff so we could pack into the coolers, and i got you these as well,” ruben walked to where his luggage stood, locking the door first and then pulled out a bouquet of white and red roses, smirking at your awe reaction. “they’re are gorgeous ruben,” your finger traced the petal, bring the bouquet to your nose and smelling the flowers. “thank you belo.” 

ruben blushed at acknowledgment, wrinkled crinkling in his eyes. he kissed your forehead before dragging you into the kitchen. “i know i called you earlier, but i want you to know how proud i am of you handsome. a treble winner, supercup, and now a world champion? you have no idea the immense feeling i have for you, and to see you smiling after these past weeks? my heart is just full of joy.”

ruben had been quiet these past week, from training, to recovery, to the games and unexpected results, it was taking a toll on him. he didn’t show much emotion, let alone tell anyone how he truly felt, but you could read him from the back of your hand. if he needed you there he was, you vowed to that after he proposed after the unforgettable night in istanbul. 

if he needed space you would respect that, waiting as much as much time he need to process and then come find you fully. if he wanted to talk and express how he felt, he would pull you into his chest, whispering and not fully saying too much out loud, just enough for him to get into a stable mindset. if there was anything ruben looked forward too or longed for, it would always be you.

“my heart is complete with you, always princesa, eu te amo,” ruben said with a deep and groggy voice, enlightening a spark inside you hearing the three words you would never get tired of hearing. it didn't feel real, to have a man like him make you feel this way, to be head over heals, to finally find that stability and security with a man who never has taken you for granted and appreciated you through the good and bad. 

ruben and you spent the whole night finishing last-minute gift wrapping, and he went on to teach you his favorite portuguese cookies, opting to also make some for his family and yours. you hadn't seen your parents or sibling in weeks, and this time was perfect, being all together in a cabin, and spending your favorite holiday all together. 

ruben couldn't go to sleep for some reason, continuing to talk about the season they were having, and also about the final they had just won. he also made some wedding talk, surprising you since he usually wasn't one to give an opinion unless it was about a venue, food, or invites. part of him was also nervous to see your families all together, unsure how it would play out. 

he eventually fell asleep, feeling slightly guilty since he knew you were tired, and stayed up specifically to wait for him to come home. he kissed your nose and whispered a small goodnight, eventually falling asleep on top of you, finally getting the earned sleep since he could only do that when you lay with him. 

ruben ensure your luggage and coolers were safely secured in the car, making the trip up north to meet your families together. the two of you were the first to arrive, having time to go buy some groceries, and unpack. although that became hard as ruben couldn't keep his hands off of you, whispering dirty words into your ear that finally made you cave in. 

he longed for this. craved for this. he took his time with you, relishing every single second before your families came. groaning at the sounds you made, his name falling from your swollen kissen lips, the scratches you were leaving all over as the pleasure became to much. he was utterly obsessed with you, hitting every spot till you crumbled beneath him, ruben not far behind. 

maybe it was your hormones, but you shed a tear or two when seeing you parents all over again, especially your brother who brought his wife and newborn baby up to the cabin. it was not different with ruben’s family, giving them a hug and kiss on a cheek, asking how their drive up went. catching up with his mom, and cousins.while making dinner for a whole. 

it was a great idea you had gone shopping prior or else you'd be stuck, as the snow immediately came down after 4 pm. that night was spent with pure laughters, sharing old memories, drinks being poured every other few 30 minutes, and proposing goals for the new year to come. 

the day of christmas eve, everyone was up to go skiing, the tour guide showed the spots you could go and safely succeed skiing. you were more than grateful it was a private part of the cabin, no cameras or fans coming up to you, you knew it came with a footballer boyfriend, now fiance, but you would never quite get used to it. 

ruben was attached you, some could say maybe had separation anxiety as he always looked around to ensure you were okay, like a lost puppy. he would plaster a huge grin when he met your eyes, sending you a glance to check in if you were okay, you would nod and send him a wink. 

after coming back from skiing, everyone either took a nap or began to get ready for the evening. the tree was filled with gifts, the kitchen smelt like homemade ingredients and scents, and every corner you turned was decorated with lights. you turned on a few candles and set the table, ensuring everyone had a glass and utensils. 

ruben and you snuck in a shower together, avoiding his hands as he clearly desired more, but it felt too risky. you wouldn't have been able to look at anyone the same if you did had done something, or even heard you in the smallest way possible. 

“gatinha, you look so beautiful,” ruben whispered, as he came up behind you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and placing a small kiss on your neck. his nosed traced all the way way to your shoulder, not being able to get enough of how you looked and smelled, it was driving him crazy. you wore an emerald-colored silk dress, with small white kitten heels, and your hair down. 

“I know we have been together all day, but it feels like i havent been able to see let alone hold you,” ruben sighed, sounding slightly upset about it. you swiftly turned around and kissed his lips, feeling as he suddenly pulled you closer, releasing a small giggle from you. “i know me too, but i promise, once everyone is asleep we can make good use of the fireplace okay?”

ruben reluctantly agreed, walking out hand to hand out to see everyone either playing a game of poker, cooking, or watching tv. you insisted on helping in the kitchen, even if it meant washing dishes or almost slightly burning yourself. your mom and his mother conversation flew, as they talked about their teenage/ adult years, and apparently a romance show the two couldn't stop gushing about. 

later on, so your sister-in-law could get a break, you offered to help her watch the baby. to ruben’s surprise, he found himself glancing from time to time, a part of him wanting that with you one day. the way you cradled the baby, swayed side to side, kissed their cheek, and adjusted their beanie and blanket to make sure they weren't cold. right then and there ruben knew you were forever for him. 

“come here, i know your still cold,” ruben said, bringing you to his lap, the weighted blanket covering both your bodies as you watched the fire grow slowly. it was late, too late, but the two of you couldn't sleep. ruben rubbed your back, constantly placing kisses on your head and the bridge of your nose. 

you held onto the mug filled with hot chocolate, ruben dipping the cookies he made into the drink and eating them from time to time as you discussed your futures. he loved the sound of your voice, just like you did as well, it was a common thing shared among you. “i hope you know one day you'll be the mother of my kids one day y/n…” he randomly rambled.

“What?”

“you’re gonna be such a great mom one day, and i can’t wait for us to finally have mini us in the house. you mean so much to me i never want to be apart from you, i want to share everything with you,” ruben confessed, watching as your eyes went crazy to search for a tint of lies or regret. but with ruben? everything was always honest and serious, which you loved, as you valued communication. 

“thank you for staying through my best and worst. for keeping my head up high and never letting me down. for me to able to come home to the woman of my dream waiting for me. to have an inspirational and loving person along my side anywhere i go,” ruben continued.

“we made that promise no? when you proposed to me? nothing will ever separate us, and i hope you know that you won't get rid of me that easily. you’re it for me ruben, have been since the first day i met you. and i can’t wait for what's to come for us,” you said smiling, kissing the red tip of his nose and then lips, where he immediately closed his eyes and snuck in. “i love you querida.” just like the fire grew in the fire place, the fire inside your chest did as well. “merry christmas, ruben.”

“merry christmas, y/n.”

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rubendias posted on their feed!

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rubendias: lovely way to spend christmas after being a world champion! merry christmas cityzens! 🩵🤍

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comments:

username6000: handsy aren’t we now ruben…

johnstones: sure that picture wasn’t meant to be left in your photos?

↪️ rubendias: nope ☺️

bernandosilva: love you two! merry christmas 🩵

↪️ yourusername: thank you benny 🤍 tell isa we send our hello’s 🤍

user19: HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL WTF?

username3928: y/n why are you allowing him to post these selfies? 🙄🙄

↪️ yourusername: i haven’t. he knows he can’t post stuff like this knowing i’ll go ��‍💫😵‍💫

joaofelix: tu mano ruben 😂🤣

username1087: y/n my gf 😣

↪️ rubendias: she’s actually my fiance ☺️

mateokovacic: 🩵

[harleyquilt]

Haise x Touka ficlet - Sweet Longing

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Haise’s eyes scan the bookcases surrounding his booth, reading the different titles printed across the book spines. Much to his delight, there were some titles he recognised, organised together in a neat row on one of the shelves. He reaches up, touching one of the books – a collection of short poems by the well-known author, Sen Takatsuki – before hearing the pretty waitress approach his table, holding his order in her hand.

“You’re free to read the books on display, if you like.”

He turns to her with a big smile. “Thank you!” He takes a seat, the waitress setting down a cup of black coffee in front of him. “That’s quite the collection you have there.”

She smiles, though she averts her eyes. “Yes, I once knew a good friend that enjoyed reading, especially Sen Takatsuki’s novels.” She brushes back her bangs, her eyes peering up and meeting his. “I guess he influenced me more than I once thought.”

“I see…” Haise lifts his cup, his curiosity prickling at the thought of her supposed friend. He decides not to mention his disapproving opinions of Takatsuki’s novels, not wanting to imply that her friend is a nihilist. “Ah, the coffee is delicious, as always.”

“Thank you.” She responds with a small bow, the corners of her eyes crinkling. She wavers, glancing back at the counter. There’s few customers in the cafe, and looking back at Haise, she opens her mouth to speak. “Are you…”

Haise waits for her to continue, setting down his cup. She presses her lips together and there’s a slight furrow in her brow, her hands tightening into fists. He wants to ask if she’s okay, worried that he has offended her in some way or another, but she unclenches her fists and takes a deep breath, making him pause. Her expression brightens once more, pushing aside any tension she exhibited moments before.

“Are you a teacher? I heard the others refer to you as ‘sensei’.” She asks.

He’s taken aback at first, but not wanting to cause her any more grief, he smiles, nodding his head. “Of sorts, yes. More like a mentor, I guess. Or a superior? Truth be told, I sometimes think of myself as a mother more than a teacher.”

The waitress giggles, her laughter sending a flurry of electrifying joy through him. He feels his cheeks grow warm and he responds with a wobbly smile of his own, bashfully rubbing the back of his head. It is such a simple thing, to hear her laugh, and yet, it is a sight he wants to press permanently into his mind. He wants to hear her laugh more, to bring joy in her day-to-day life, even if just a little. If asked why, he would be unable to give a concise answer, but it is a sentiment he feels certain about.

“I can somehow imagine that.” She confesses. She tilts her head to one side and presses a finger against her chin. “If I may ask, are you also caring for another lady in your life? A wife, perhaps?”

Haise’s blush deepens into a deep, burning red and he vigorously shakes his head, immediately dismissing the notion. “N-No, not at all!” He insists, feeling strangely embarrassed. “I’m far too busy to go on dates.” He then tenses, shaking his head again. “I-I mean, that’s not entirely��� I mean, I’m not that busy. I just–”

“I see.” The waitress smirks, and for a moment, Haise wonders if she looks pleased with his answer. He hopes so. “In that case,” she walks around the table, dragging her fingertips lightly across the table’s surface. “Do you have any…preferences when it comes to women, sensei?”

Haise gulps. Her eyes watch him intently, stripping him away until he is left a quivering mess beneath her gaze. If she were to do anything to him at this moment, regardless of what it may be, he is not certain he could stop her. Her power over him is incredible, and for whatever reason, he willingly wants to surrender himself to this power of hers, no matter the price.

“I like…”

The door to the cafe opens and at the entrance is two of Haise’s students – Mustuki and Saiko. The waitress is already turning away to greet them, their intrusion shattering any chance of continuing their strangely intimate conversation. He sits up, straightening his tie, and asks them what they’re doing in the cafe. The waitress takes his cup and moves back to the counter. He couldn’t bring himself to tell her that he hadn't finished drinking the coffee.

“Mamman!” Saiko leaps towards him, hugging his waist. “Miss Akira said there is an emergency meeting.” She looks up, pouting. “And I’m really hungry. Really, really hungry.”

“Ok, ok.” Haise sighs, patting her head. He looks up to Mutsuki, who is staring at the waitress working behind the bar. There’s a hint of sadness in his expression. “Are you okay, Mutsuki?”

Mutsuki flinches and looks back at the two, waving a hand. “Ah, I’m fine! We should leave soon, though.”

“Right.”

Standing, he looks back at the waitress, longing for a chance to continue their conversation. His heart is still beating rapidly, intoxicated by everything that drew him to her – her beauty, her sweet aroma, her imposing confidence, always lurking beneath the surface of polite friendliness. Then there is the strange familiarity of it all, which brought with it a sense of comfort that could only be found within this cafe. Regardless of the reason, it continues to pull him back towards her, where she waits patiently with his order, a knowing look in her eye. Has she known him in his previous life, before losing all of his memories? It mattered little, in the end. Either way, he will return, unable to resist the temptation of seeing her again, of exchanging light conversation that hinted to something more, of seeing her laugh and smile. This much he knew.

“Come on, let’s go.”

. . .

Touka sits in the staff room, leaning her elbows against her knees and her head bowed forward. She lifts one hand, holding the handkerchief she offered to Kaneki – no, Haise – the first day he visited the cafe. He had washed it and returned it to her the second time he visited, apologising profusely for his ‘inappropriate behaviour’. She scoffs at the memory, wanting to pinch his ear and reprimand him for being overly contrite. It is certainly one of his worst habits. Instead, she insisted that he had done nothing wrong and accepted the handkerchief graciously, offering him a coffee in return.

But now, holding it in her hand, she wished he had kept it instead. It feels far too heavy in her hand, the soft fabric soaked in the remorse and agony that dwelled deep within her heart. She clenches her hand, crumpling the handkerchief, and is tempted to throw it away, bitterly tossing aside this constant reminder of her failures. She eventually loosens her grip, however, sighing and shoving it back into her breast pocket. In the end, she is unwilling to part with it, even while its painful weight presses down against her heart. Not yet, not now. Not while he’s still alive.

She stands up from her seat, brushing down her skirt and apron, and readies herself for the next shift.

[nanaminsnecktie]

NANAMI KENTO

FANFICTION #2

Tags: fluff | pregnancy | SFW

Jujutsu Kaisen Fiction

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Nanami chuckles as you pull him towards the photo booth excitedly. “Pleaseee?”, you say with your signature puppy eyes.

"Of course, my love," he says. Anything for you and our little one." his hands caressing your growing belly.

Your puppy eyes are hard to resist, though he must admit he’s not usually one for photo booths. But seeing your excitement over this simple joy warms his heart. Your little one will want to see photos of both of you together through the years.

He follows you into the booth and you snuggle up to him happily. Your height difference makes for amusing photos, but he doesn’t care - He’s just grateful to share this lighthearted moment with his dear wife.

Afterwards you get your strip of photos - some silly, some sweet. You giggle with delight, holding the photos close to your chest.

"Thank you for humoring me, Kento," you say, beaming up at him.

He kisses your forehead tenderly. "Anything for you, my love," he replies. "Our little one will treasure these photos for years to come."

You smile, resting your head on his chest. "You look silly in these pictures.”

He chuckles as you giggle at the photos from the booth. "If I look silly then so do you, my dear wife," he says with a smile.

He glances over and see that you’re setting one of the photos as your phone wallpaper. His heart warms at the sight. "I'm honoured to be your phone's background," he says, only half joking.

"Hush, you," you reply, swatting his arm playfully. "Don't let it go to your head!" But he can see a fond smile on your lips.

He takes your hand and squeeze it gently. "I'm just grateful to have captured this moment with you," he says softly. "These little joys and memories are what matter most."

You smile warmly at him. "You're going soft on me, Kento," you tease. But then you sober, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. "I'm grateful too. For you, for this little one, for all of it."

He brings your hand to his lips and kiss it reverently. "As am I, my love."

"Look! Our little one is kicking!" Your hands move to your stomach, joy written all over your face.

He rest his hand on top of yours, smiling fondly. "He's a feisty one, just like his mother."

He laughs as you punch his arm jokingly. "Ow!" He mocks exclaim in pain. "What a fierce punch from my dear wife."

You pout your lips at him, and he can't help but find it adorable. He take your hand and kiss it gently.

"Our little one will take after his beautiful mother," he says softly. "He will be kind, loving and have many friends."

You roll your eyes at him. "You're just saying that."

He smiles at you. "No, I speak the truth," he insists. "Kindness starts at home, and our little one will have a loving mother to guide him."

"And a doting father," you add. "You'll spoil him rotten!"

He chuckles. "Perhaps," he admits. "But he will know love and care, that is what matters."

He takes your hand and kiss it again. "And I am lucky to have you as my wife."

[moonymase]

the joy of fatherhood | m. m

summary ; mason embraces the joy of fatherhood and showers love on his one-year-old daughter while adoringly cherishing his wife

warnings ; the baby is named Emily

a/n ; you'll get all this sweetness bc i'm in love

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Mason Mount, had always been known for his on-pitch skills and incredible talent. But there was another side to him that the world had yet to see—a side that was tender, loving, and full of joy. That side was the loving father and devoted husband he became after the birth of his daughter.

It was a sunny afternoon, and the Mount residence was abuzz with excitement. Mason and his wife had recently launched their relationship to share glimpses of their family life with their fans and loved ones. As their friends and family gathered around for a celebratory lunch, the atmosphere was filled with warmth and happiness.

Emily, the tiny bundle of joy who had just celebrated her first birthday, was the center of attention. With her sparkling brown eyes and an infectious smile, she captured the hearts of everyone in the room. As Mason held her in his arms, a look of pure love and adoration adorned his face. He couldn't help but coo and talk to her in a playful, sing-song voice that made her giggle with delight.

"Look at this little princess," he said, his eyes never leaving Emily's face. "She's growing up so fast, isn't she? Feels like just yesterday she was born."

His friends and family nodded in agreement, marveling at the way Mason had taken to fatherhood with such ease. He had always been a compassionate and kind-hearted person, but becoming a father had unlocked a whole new level of tenderness in him.

As the afternoon wore on, Mason and his wife took turns carrying Emily and sharing parenting duties. They had a natural rhythm, effortlessly passing the little one between them, making sure she felt loved and secure at all times. Their bond as a family was evident in the way they communicated without words, knowing each other's needs and anticipating their daughter's every move.

When it was time for Emily's nap, Mason cradled her gently in his arms and hummed a soft lullaby. As she slowly drifted off to sleep, he placed her in her crib with utmost care, making sure she was comfortable before tiptoeing out of the room.

Back in the living room, Mason's friends teased him playfully, acknowledging the change they had witnessed in him since becoming a father. "Looks like Mason is head over heels for his little girl!" one of his teammates said, raising a toast to the happy family.

Mason chuckled, his cheeks tinged with a blush. "You caught me," he replied, glancing over at his wife, who smiled affectionately back at him.

Over the course of the day, his Instagram account became a treasure trove of heartwarming moments. There were snapshots of Mason cuddling with Emily on the couch, laughing together as they played peekaboo. There were videos of him helping her take her first steps, cheering her on with every wobbly move she made.

As the sun set, Mason's friends and family bid their goodbyes, leaving the couple alone with their daughter. They sat together on the couch, scrolling through the comments and messages pouring in from fans and well-wishers. The overwhelming support and love from their followers were touching, but it was the love they shared as a family that truly mattered to them.

"You know," Mason said, his voice soft, "I never thought being a father could bring me this much happiness. Emily is the best thing that's ever happened to us."

His wife leaned her head on his shoulder, her heart filled with gratitude for the beautiful family they had built together. "I couldn't agree more," she whispered, "and seeing you with her, being such a loving father—it makes me fall in love with you all over again."

Mason smiled and kissed her forehead. "We're in this together, through thick and thin," he said. "And we'll make sure Emily knows she's loved every step of the way."

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[radskull-69]

thinking about miss delight x orphan reader (platonically!)

warning! Mentions of broken bones? Idk that’s about it.

It would have the same concept as the player being a former employee and coming back because of the letter, but instead you’re a orphan that grew up there ever since your parents left you there.

you were close with the miss delight bot’s, they were so motherly and patient with you no matter how many times you messed up in class.

though one of the Delights stood out to you, it was hard to separate her from the rest since they’re so identical. But you knew it was always her when she would sit down with you when you sat by yourself at play time, or when she’d pat your head whenever she’d past by your desk.

she would call you all kinds of sweet names! ‘Apple’, ‘barbie’, ‘honey’

she was the closest thing to a mother you could get.

Sometimes you’d even call her mom in class- she didn’t seem to mind though. you’re her child after all!

though eventually you were adopted, only a day before the Hour of joy.

You didn’t know it happened, how could you? You were too busy with your disgusting new family!

she missed you, how couldn’t she? The Hour of joy didn’t bring as much joy if you couldn’t be there to watch her kill those pigs

why did you come back? It wasn’t because of a letter, you only went back for the memories the company brought you. For the nostalgia..

for her.

though when you showed up it was horrific, having to go past Huggy wuggy, mommy long legs and so many other toys you once felt so close to. It’s when you went to the school to get that battery did it really fuck you up.

the silence was too loud, not even your own footsteps and heart beat in your ears could fill it enough. This school used to be so loud, so bubbly.. so much more brighter

full of life.

but now…?

the paints that gave this place colour long since chipped off from the walls, trash and littered around (only wrappers, there wasn’t any wasted food?) and lights flickering.

you shivered, you wish you never came back.

holding your bag tighter you continued on, pointedly pushing down those feelings trying to worm themselves up to resurface. It wasn’t the time to get emotional

you wonder if she’s still here, or did she die too? What happened to the other teachers?

you grit your teeth and before you could think anymore the speakers that filled the corners of the school crackled to life, startling you with a jump as you snapped your head up to look up at the closest one.

“Y-you… I know you! You used to be an orphan here!”

that voice…

“You came back! I’d warn you to leave but…”

somewhere in the distance you could hear the schools front doors slam shut with a bang, making you tense up further if it were any possible. You’re locked in

“I always knew it was too early for you to leave the birds nest! I was beginning to think you died”

Your eyes drifted from the worn speaker and to the camera next to it, pointed at right you.

ah.. so that’s how she could see you. Makes sense..

“But barb always gave me hope!” Who the fuck is barb? “And she was right! It gets so lonely here..”

this was a bad idea.. why are you even helping these toys!? You should just run for it while you still can

and you did just that, turning on your heal of your sneakers and running back down the hall you were just walking through. You jumped over lockers that were fallen on the ground and other junk to avoid tripping.

the exit doors were in sight, yes! Maybe you could wedge them open?

Just as you passed a open door leading to a classroom you once attended you felt someone swing something sharp into your shoulder blade

“Ahh! Oh fuck!” You tripped on your own feet at the sudden pain, falling onto your side onto the dirty floor as you grit your teeth. You squeezed your eyes shut as your undamaged arm came up to hold your shoulder while it leaked blood.

“Watch your mouth! I don’t wanna have to stuff your mouth full of soap, especially since there’s barely any down here!”

you blinked your eyes open, tears spilling down as footsteps approached. Looking up you saw her.

her face was torn up so bad you didn’t even recognise her, her dressed ripped and torn like a bear went at her. Golden hair a mess that stupid red bow still in it..

she had what looked like a makeshift weapon in her hand made from a ruler and multiple colouring penciled, stained with blood. Some old and flaking off, and some fresh, yours.

“Mom…?”

you didn’t mean to sound so pathetic and scared, but as you used your feet to push yourself away while she stepped over you couldn’t help but feel like a little kid again. Bruised and hurt as she’d kiss your wounds..

times change..

“Welcome home apple, don’t worry.”

she stopped just short of in front of you, tilting her head with a pleaded smile on her face (or as close as a smile as she can get). A croaky and broken laugh escaping her like you wish you could right now, eyes wide and pupils blown.

this isn’t your mom.. not anymore.

was she ever your mom to begin with? Or just a machine who was always ready to kill

“I’ll make sure you never leave the nest again, who needs wings to fly anyway when you can just stay with me?”

your eyes widened with fear as she brought up her weapon, and you let out a scream as she brought it down.

after all, it’d be harder to run if your legs were broken.

[lifesizehysteria]

A Mother’s Blessings | A Bridgerton Fic

Part 8: Daphne

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Gen Pairing: Violet Bridgerton/Marcus Anderson Characters: Violet Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Bridgerton Summary: A collection of moments through Violet and Marcus’ courtship in which Violet seeks the blessings of her children. AO3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Violet felt her heart pounding in her throat as the carriage pulled up in front of Aubrey Hall. It was the first week of December, and the winter air was cold, but at least it was not raining as she waited outside. The rest of the family took refuge inside the foyer, but Violet would not let a little winter wind keep her from greeting her girls properly as they arrived back home. 

The footman opened the carriage door, and Eloise burst from inside, ignoring his offered hand and nearly jumping from the step, her dark hair swinging around her face, the bright pink of her cheeks a startling contrast to her pale skin. 

“Eloise!” Violet practically sang her name, her arms already outstretched as she approached her to wrap her in a tight hug. For once in her life, Eloise did not pull away immediately, instead settling her chin on Violet's shoulder, squeezing her back nearly as tightly. “Oh, how I have missed you!” 

“I missed you, too, Mama,” Eloise said, sounding sincere as Violet soaked up every second of her embrace. 

“What about me?” came from behind in a sweet, melodic voice that was music to Violet's ears. 

Letting go of Eloise, she turned to her younger daughter, beaming. “Oh, my darling!” She pulled Francesca in. “I am so happy you are home!” she said, sure she would burst from joy. When she let go, she took Francesca's head into her hands just to look at her for a moment, taking in her glowing face that she had missed so much. 

“I am happy to be home, too, Mama.”

Violet looked over her daughter’s shoulder, then, letting go of her face and bringing her hands down to her arms, she looked at her, perplexed.

“Where is John?”

“He decided to stay with his family. He is not one for large crowds, you know.” Francesca gave a small shrug. 

“And you did not wish to stay with him for your first Christmas?” Violet asked, surprised. Not that she was unhappy about it. She was delighted, in fact, if a bit sad for her daughter.  

“He insisted I come. He knows how much you wanted me here. And we will have plenty of Christmases together,” she said with a soft smile. 

Violet hummed, still beaming as she turned and gestured Eloise over. 

“Come, come,” she said as she linked one arm into each of her daughters’. “Let us get out of the cold. Everyone is waiting inside.”

They strode arm in arm to the house while Violet felt as if she might just float right away. 

Inside was a cacophony of greetings resulting in the usual chaos in which Violet had learned to find a particular kind of peace. They were a loud and boisterous bunch, but they were all a piece of her heart and only when they were all together, as they were now, did she feel whole. 

Hyacinth practically threw herself onto Francesca, and Benedict pulled Eloise into an uncharacteristically affectionate hug. The girls were passed around from one person to another in a whirlwind until Francesca realized just who she was hugging. 

“Anthony! You are here? And Kate! I thought you were to go to India!” 

“You are right, Sister. We were,” Anthony said, letting go of her so she could kiss Kate’s cheek. “However, we realized we did not want to risk Kate having the baby on the way, so we decided to stay. And it is a good thing, too, because I do fear that is exactly what would have happened.”

“We will leave for India in the spring, so long as there are no pressing family matters to keep us here,” Kate told her with a glint in her eye. 

Francesca’s face brightened with realization. “The baby! It is here!” 

“Yes,” Kate laughed, “he is.”

“May I see him?”

“He is sleeping, but after his nap, of course.”

Francesca clasped her hands in front of her, a demure but sincere smile on her face. “I cannot wait.”

Violet could not hang back any longer. Although Eloise had already been swept away by Penelope, and she had resigned to catching up with her later, she was not about to lose Francesca to someone else, too. She stepped up beside her daughter and linked her arm through hers again. 

“Surely, my dear, you must be parched from your travels. Come, we shall have some tea in the drawing room.”

“I am rather hungry,” she said, and Violet nodded, smiling.

“Then I shall have some sandwiches brought out with the tea.” 

Violet led Francesca to the drawing room by the elbow, her other hand holding onto her daughter’s forearm as if two hands might keep her more securely by her side. Daphne, Violet noticed, followed not too far behind. 

The three of them settled in the drawing room around one of the small round tables, Violet requesting a tray of sandwiches and biscuits along with their tea, and it was not long before it was all set before them. 

“When did you arrive, Sister?” Francesca asked. 

“Two days ago,” Daphne said. “We were fortunate to have missed all of the poor weather on the way and arrived a day earlier than expected. Which is all for the best because the carriage ride did nothing to improve my morning sickness.”

Francesca’s face lit up. “You are with child again?”

Daphne’s cheeks turned pink as a hand came to rest on her stomach. “I am.”

“Oh, that is wonderful! I am delighted for you!”

“It is such happy news,” Violet agreed, reaching over to squeeze her daughter’s hand. She had been overjoyed when Daphne had told her the previous morning.

“Thank you.” Daphne smiled, returning the gesture, a sincere smile on her face. “And what of you, Fran? Any announcements to share?”

Francesca’s smile faltered slightly, her eyes flitting down towards the table as she shook her head. “I am afraid not.”

Sensing her daughter’s unease, Violet reached her hand across the table, which Francesca took. “Oh, that is quite alright, dearest,” she said in a purposefully light, reassuring tone. “You mustn’t worry. It is still so early. You have plenty of time.”

Francesca gave her a small, grateful smile that did not make it to her eyes as she let go of her hand. 

“Yes,” Daphne said with conviction. “In fact, it is quite fortunate that you and John have this time to spend getting to know one another before having children. You must simply enjoy it, and when children are meant to come along, they will.” She finished her point with a firm nod, as if the matter were settled. 

“I suppose you are right,” Francesca agreed. “Children are quite noisy, and we do both enjoy the quiet.”

“Oh, yes, your life will never be as quiet as it is now!” Violet laughed. “You might as well take in all the silence now that you can while you have it.”

“That is true, Mama. I am not sure I can even remember what quiet sounds like,” Daphne said, amusement coloring her voice. 

“Well, I have been experiencing quite a bit of it lately, and I must say, I simply cannot get used to it after so long,” Violet said before picking up her teacup. 

“Poor, Mama,” Francesca said. “Though, surely, Lord Anderson is helping to fill some of that silence.”

Violet nearly choked on her tea, setting it down with a clatter. 

“Lord Anderson?” Daphne turned to her sister with a puzzled look, then back to her mother. “Lady Danbury’s brother?” 

“Ye-es…” Violet drew out the word as if the delay might help her acquire more words regarding the matter, but it did not. 

“I am sorry, Mama. I assumed Daphne knew.”

“Knew what?” Daphne asked, sounding more indignant now that there seemed to be something unspoken she was not privy to. 

“You have spoken about him in your letters to me, I assumed you did to her as well.”

“I have, but only briefly. You were there for the season, so it made sense for me to speak of it with you. And it was not until the end of the summer that I even knew for sure, and then I did not want to tell her through a letter. That seemed so impersonal,” Violet clarified. 

“Tell me what?” Daphne demanded. 

“Mother and Lord Anderson are courting,” Francesca blurted out, then covered her mouth and looked apologetically at her mother. 

“Courting?” Daphne asked, her mouth hanging open as she stared at Violet, who offered her a tight-lipped smile while her hands twisted the napkin in her lap.

“Yes,” she admitted in a breathy tone. “Although we have been taking things quite slowly, and it was not until just before we returned to the country that we began officially courting.”

“Well, what exactly were you doing before?”

Violet shrugged, letting out a nervous laugh. “Getting to know each other, I suppose.”

“And now you are courting?” Daphne asked, her eyes narrowing on her mother who nodded her head. “But not engaged.”

“Oh heavens, no! No, nothing of that sort.” Violet laughed nervously again, her face growing hot. She was not sure when, if ever, she would get used to talking about her own personal life with her children. Perhaps, she was beginning to understand why so many of them were so reluctant to accept her guidance on the marriage mart.

“I should like to meet him,” Daphne stated. 

“He is really lovely,” Francesca said. “I like him quite a lot. Though, I would also like to get to know him a bit better, now that he is truly courting you.”

Violet cleared her throat, her chin tucked down by her chest, her eyes flitting about, unable to settle in any one place. “Well, luckily for both of you, he will be joining us for Christmas.”

“Really?” “He will?” They spoke at the same time. 

Violet chuckled and picked at her thumbnail under the table. “Yes. You know that Lady Danbury has joined us for the holiday for several years. I thought, now that she and Lord Anderson have reconciled, it would be nice to extend him the invitation so that they might be able to celebrate together. Not to mention, it would give you all the chance to get to know him. It is important to me that you are all comfortable with him, and that you all…approve of our…courtship.”

“Oh, there is no need for our approval, Mama,” Daphne said. 

“Besides, he is a wonderful gentleman,�� Francesca added. “Why ever should you worry about our disapproval, even if it were necessary?”

Violet’s eyebrows lifted and she rolled her eyes slightly, thinking about her eldest son. “Unfortunately, not everyone feels the same way, dearest.” 

“Is it Anthony?” Daphne asked flatly, not even trying to hold back the annoyance from her voice. 

Violet did not say anything and instead avoided looking at her daughter at all. 

“Mama, you cannot let him get in the way of your happiness,” Francesca said quietly, for which Violet smiled up at her, appreciative of her support. 

“What, exactly, is the reason for Anthony’s objection?” Daphne asked, eyebrows arched haughtily. 

Violet looked up at her, noticing just how similar her eldest daughter and eldest son could be. Perhaps the only reason they were different at all was because of the expectations placed on them by society based on their sexes. The realization made her smile. 

“He thinks I am replacing your father,” she said with some exasperation, closing her eyes for a moment and shrugging one shoulder. 

“That is the most absurd thing I have ever heard.”

Violet let out a tight laugh, thinking she could not agree more. “Yes, well, you know how Anthony can be.”

“Indeed. I will speak to him, Mama.”

“Oh, no, Daphne, that is not necessary,” she rushed to say. “He just needs some time, I think, to get used to the idea. He will come around,” she insisted, although she was not sure she fully believed it. He had made an effort since coming to Aubrey Hall to get to know Marcus better. At least, he was no longer disappearing whenever he called, and made a point to make polite conversation with him. It truly was a vast improvement, even if Violet had hoped for a bit more warmth from him by now.

“Mama, this is Anthony. He does not just ‘come around’ to things.”

“Daphne,” Violet said in a warning tone, “he is your brother.”

“Yes, and I love him dearly. That does not make me blind to his stubbornness and the areas in which he is lacking.”

“Daphne,” she warned again, but she was completely ignored. How similar they were, indeed.

“Look at how he almost ruined things for me,” Daphne continued, her tone decidedly level, showing no sign of excitability. Violet almost felt in awe of her, despite the way she was speaking about her brother. “He does not understand what it is to be a woman in this world, and if he is opposing your courtship under the assumption that you, of all people, are somehow trying to replace Papa when he very well knows how deeply you have loved and mourned him, then he is, quite frankly, an imbecile.”

Both Violet’s and Francesca’s mouths dropped open, Violet’s eyes so wide it looked as if they might just pop right out and roll across the table. Never had she heard her daughter speak in such a manner. It was rather shocking. And yet, despite her instinct to defend her son, she did not. What Daphne said, her defense of Violet and her choices felt, well, rather validating. She realized that she agreed with her daughter and that it felt good to have someone so thoroughly on her side, though perhaps she would not have used the word imbecile.

“That is…rather harsh,” Francesca said quietly. 

Daphne lifted her nose up into the air, an almost bored look falling across her face.

“I do not think it is harsh at all. And even if it were, a harsh truth is still a truth,” she disagreed, firmly but as gently as she could. She and her sister had very different relationships with their eldest brother, and since Violet had never known Daphne to be undeservedly unkind, she knew she would not take it out on Francesca, which was yet another thing for Violet to be grateful for.

A tense quiet fell around the three women, and Violet, never one to sit well in any silence, took a sip of her tea to give herself something to do. After another moment, Daphne cleared her throat.

“I do not think the tea is agreeing with the baby,” she said, letting her hand come to rest over her stomach. There was a stiffness in her voice that made Violet sure she felt just fine and was using it as an excuse. “And Belinda should be waking from her nap soon. I think I shall go to the nursery.” Turning towards Francesca, she offered an olive branch. “Would you care to join me? I am sure the children would love to see you.”

Francesca blinked and looked down, clearly not quite done processing what was an unusually tense interaction between her and her sister. “I should like to stay and visit with Mama, but, perhaps later? I would love to see them,” she said, a small smile turning up the corners of her closed lips.

“Very well,” Daphne said with a nod, returning her sister’s smile. When she went to walk away, Violet caught her arm, and she turned back towards her. “Yes, Mama?” 

Violet looked up at her daughter, her bright eyes glistening slightly at the corners. She reached up to take Daphne’s face in one hand, her daughter bending in order for her to more easily reach and so their faces were closer together.

“Thank you, my dear,” Violet said softly, her thumb brushing over her cheek.

Daphne smiled warmly, placing her hand over her mother’s. “Of course, Mama. If anyone deserves a second chance at happiness, it is you. Do not let anyone take that from you.”

“Oh, my darling girl.” The glisten in her eyes turned to real tears that fell as she closed her eyes, bringing Daphne closer so that she could press a kiss to her forehead. Pulling back to look at her, she said tenderly, “However did I end up with such a strong and wise daughter?”

“I must take after my mother,” Daphne said with a gleam in her eyes that made Violet let out a wet laugh. She was not so sure of that. Daphne seemed to possess ten times her courage, and whatever wisdom Violet had now, it had not yet been learned when she was Daphne’s age. No, her daughter would surpass her in every imaginable way, and as she squeezed her hand and watched her walk from the room, she was grateful for it. After all, that was what she had always hoped for.

[raviolirash]

Astarion and Vele hanging out in a hot spring together and having a nice time

Best I can do right now are Act 1 makeshift hot spring shenanigans. Post Forest Scene, pre tiefling party. Errors ahoy.

Vėlė made due. As she always had. A few spells here and there, and a small private patch of the lake was made very warm and relaxing. The steam wafting out of the lake made a perfect haze through which to relax after a grueling day of misery that the wilds and cultists provided their newly formed group.

She sunk underneath the warm water until only tip of her head was poking out. Blood washing off of her body tainted the waters, complimenting her red glowing eyes.

The drow had to admit, it was difficult to sink into a pit of rotten thoughts when relaxed like this. She couldn't remember last time she gave herself such a treat. If only such relaxation could last a while longer. But, of course, in an hour or two she'd be leaving these comforts behind in favor of more misery.

If one of her companions holds a knife to the throat of another again...

There was no allowing to dwell on it. Vėlė reached out to grab the bottle she brought with her, aged brandy they stole from the Grove. Sweet alcohol trickled down her throat, bringing a small warmth back to her body and mind.

This was nice. A pleasant, quiet place. The best escape she could ever wish for. Vėlė looked around in slight joy. If only her life was this pleasant. The grove. The forest. This beautiful lake. All perfect, like this. Almost made her forget about the worms and Lolth waging a war in her head.

Something rustled behind her.

Of course.

Blood always brought out the bloodhounds.

"Can't keep your mind free of me, can you?" Vėlė leaned her head back to see the vampire lurking next to a tree. Always him and trees. "Looking at anything in particular?"

"I do find all of you fascinating." Astarion replied with his usual dull tone masquerading as seductive, as if that was the best possible thing he could ever say. "All the blood in the air made me wonder if I was missing out on a fight."

"Ugh. Bugger off, please." Vėlė shook her head. He didn't have much use for her at that moment. However, messing with him was fun. She twirled around in the water, resting her arms on the rock and looking up at him sweetly. "Unless... you intend to come and join me?"

"Darling..." His voice became low, yet very calculated. "I'd be delighted to."

It was quite difficult not to steal glances as he removed his clothes. Astarion was quite perfect looking, there was no way to deny that.

Yet drow were lauded as the beautiful ones.

No wonder Lolth was so upset.

"No funny business." Vėlė warned sternly as she moved back a little in the warm water, to give him some place to be. He stiffened up a bit, unsure what to do for a brief moment. Astarion composed himself quickly, believing she didn't notice.

"I'll be on my very best behavior, tempting as you are."

"Uh-huh."

Vėlė fully submerged herself in the water again, getting the blood out of her hair, to meet a disappointed Astarion when she re-emerged.

"Aww, not going to leave any for me?"

No matter what dumb predictable thing he said, she was always full of surprises.

"I'd rather not let you grovel for scraps anymore, if it's all the same to you. Sucking blood out of a drow's hair is rather undignified. I'm sure Lolth would find it very funny, though." Vėlė didn't know what it was that she said that took him aback. Vėlė stretched out her arm to him, exposing her wrist. She'd had enough of her own blood for today, and he looked worse for wear. "Here. Go ahead."

He didn't understand it. It was odd to ask for something he needed, whether it was help or food, and actually receive it.

"You're being quite generous, darling." He gently took her hand and positioned it where he wanted it, cold fingers leaving goosebumps on her grey skin. He toyed with it for a moment, caressing the area he was about to sink his fangs into. All it did was earn an eye roll, which was difficult to miss in the corner of his eye. Vėlė felt the bite, and heard the hiss as Astarion's fangs pierced into her skin, but the bite itself was nothing. It was the aftermath that mattered.

Astarion couldn't help but chuckle as he felt the warmth of her delectable, sweet blood filling him. Like a drug, it brought back all of the senses that he'd been so dulled on. It filled him with life and excitement, all from one source.

He pulled himself away once her pulse started to grow weak, and looked at her. A part of him expected her face to be covered in pleasure, why would anyone offer their blood to a vampire if not for their own pleasure? Instead, she was trying to hide the pain and discomfort she was feeling by forcing a smile.

"It's not something I like to do, to be honest." Vėlė took her hand back before he could do something weird with it, like lick it clean. The only thing Astarion truly understood in his life was his hunger. "But, I know how it feels to go hungry. A worthy sacrifice."

"Really?" Astarion was truly baffled. "We are two beautiful people naked in a lake, yet your concern is keeping me fed and being a nice person?"

"Sometimes people just bathe together, Astarion." She held her bleeding wrist above water as she searched for a red potion bottle in the rucksack she had with her. Vėlė found the small bottle after a great deal of struggling, watching the wound close with strange fascination after she drank its contents. She noticed the odd silence, Astarion of all people struggling with words was a new one. "What?"

"I wasn't expecting any selfless hospitality from you, truthfully."

"I don't have any, really." Vėlė shook her head, avoiding him. "A good meal, on the other hand, is always a welcome thing to people."

He had a hard time adjusting to someone looking out for him, to someone saying kind things to him. It was very unusual to have these feelings from one person, no matter what. His eyes were filled with an unnatural life from the blood, for which Vėlė couldn't bring herself to do anything but stare.

"Well, it's still quite nice of you." Astarion moved closer to her, his hand on her thigh now, falling on cursed instincts yet again. "I just want you to know that it's very much appreciated."

At first, she was annoyed. Then she grew slightly sad. It was very easy to be caught up in his games, in the way he would say something and make it sound like she was the one that was wrong for not agreeing.

Vėlė purposively crossed her legs, making his hand slide off her thigh. It wasn't amusing.

"You're a strange one, if you're actually thinking of showing gratitude like... that. Again."

Astarion looked offended, and bit flustered. It was an odd thing to get offended by what she said.

"I... well... it's just what I'm used to." The words tumbled out of his mouth, almost as if he wanted to forget that he'd spoken at all. "And I happen to be very good at it."

What was wrong with him? Why was he like this? Habits from 200 years of charming people had him in unbreakable chains. It was like someone else was puppeteering his body.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Astarion. You're cute." She gave him a look that was cold and stern. It melted despite her fighting to keep it up. "If you want to thank me, there is a favor I've been meaning to ask."

"Oh? Such as?"

"There..." Vėlė cleared her throat. A hand on her thigh? She remained steely, no problem. But asking for a personal favor was horrific. "There is a hole in my armor."

That wasn't what he expected. Getting flustered and shy over a bloody hole in her armor?

"Excuse me? I'm not a grandmother, or a seamstress for hire!" He rolled his eyes and told himself he didn't give in because of those puppy eyes of hers. "I suppose I can make an exception for you. Fine."

With a small yet excited smile, she grabbed the armor she had discarded nearby. A seam had ripped open on the side, making it quite scandalous.

"Got into a sword scuffle ten years ago, and been repairing it monthly ever since." Vėlė showed off the horrific stitching of hers on the inside of it. "My mother was a baker once. That's the extent of my skills in this field."

"I never pictured that someone would be more excited about my sewing skills than any other talent I have on offer."

"Well. Sleeping with someone can't offer me protection. Armor can."

Astarion didn't believe in any gods, but for the first time in his life he thanked all of them that she didn't notice how he completely froze up at what she said. If there was one thing that was certain in his life, it was that he didn't like someone calling him out on his own tricks.

Intentionally or not.

He had to pivot somehow.

Astarion went with the first thing that came to mind.

"I should have been a drow. You have such stylish armor." Pivot in the worst way possible. "I think I'd make a fantastic drow, really."

Vėlė raised an eyebrow at him. He wasn't sure if it was her noticing that he was trying desperately change the topic, or her knowledge about how the drow treat pretty boys.

It was neither.

"Well, I don't. I think somewhere in there, you have a kind heart. That's what drow don't want." Vėlė's words had the same effect as if he had been told that the sky was green. "We don't want people who care, you know. We want people who can see the darkness and want nothing more than to be a part of it."

Astarion scoffed loud enough for the camp to hear. He bore witness to the very first time he has seen her be wrong about someone.

"Yet you're the one rescuing puppies left and right."

Sometimes literally, as a distant bark reminded him.

"That doesn't mean I care." Her cold voice was almost enough to cool down the water. "If I don't use all skills and strategies that Lolth taught me to keep a small army happy to get rid of the tadpole in my head, then what's the point of my suffering?"

They were both exquisitely shaped by their tormentors, more than they'd like to admit. It was hard to fight that feeling that, at some point, Vėlė wanted to be free, but only so she could find that dark corner and go back to it again and again and again.

"And every time I think I have you figured out, you manage to surprise me."

"You'll never have me figured out, darling." Vėlė teased, with that smile of hers. "A drow is like a horrible broken pendulum that defies rules. When things swing around, they end up hitting you. I think I am a big black hole that will suck any warmth and light away."

"Sounds like you're the perfect woman for me."

"Don't be ridiculous." Vėlė waved him away. "Well, if there was anyone I'd trust with fixing my armor, it'd be you."

"Aww, is this some special, deep drow word of endearment? Is it the drow equivalent of 'You're the only one for me, really.' Or is this some new trick you're trying?" He grinned, a cheeky smirk that caused her to scoff at him. "Or is it perhaps, 'I have decided that this week isn't the one I murder you'?"

"It is whatever you want it to be."

[sshbpodcast]

Character Spotlight: Tuvok

By Ames

It’s been a little while since we highlighted a Vulcan on the A Star to Steer Her By Character Spotlight Series. Like Spock, our pointy-eared Voyager crew member Tuvok has his best moments when he is making the audience consider just how human these green-blooded hobgoblins can be. Tuvok benefits from his pure logic so frequently on the show that he is usually the voice of reason in a quadrant full of chaos. But Tim Russ is just so good at the Vulcan nuance that he’s never just a walking rulebook but a living person with flaws and [repressed] emotions.

So join us in a game of kal-toh, which could take years to master, as we shine our spotlight on the Voyager chief of security and one of our favorite Vulcans of the franchise! You can check out all of Tuvok’s logical (and illogical) actions below and/or meditate with us on this week’s podcast episode (telepath over to 1:11:50). Live long and prosper!

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Best moments

Do not underestimate your own potential Tuvok’s role as mentor to other crew members is frequently nice to see during their long journey. He has the experience, temperament, and patience to guide his comrades through turmoil, especially someone like Kes who has fledgling mental powers. Watching Tuvok meditate with our Ocampan friend in episodes like “Cold Fire” and “The Gift” is very nice to see in helping ground characters.

If you can’t control the violence, the violence controls you Not only is it a genuine joy to watch Tim Russ acting his ass off with the sensational Brad Dourif in “Meld,” but the insight into Tuvok’s motives is also fascinating. In this episode and in “Basics,” he’s trying to rehabilitate Suder’s psychotic mind, which is commendable, but also to understand it in the first place, something that someone like my favorite Voyager character isn’t used to.

Logic in the court Let’s also give Tuvok some credit for agreeing to represent Quinn in “Death Wish” even though he doesn’t agree with the Q’s desire to use the ruling to end his own life. But Tuvok treats the matter fairly and with an open mind, which is only the logical thing to do. Quinn helps him to understand his side of the argument as best he can and Tuvok respects him throughout.

I won’t be afraid, not if you’re with me Just because “Innocence” is a generally terrible episode with awful child actors, really obnoxious aliens, and a deplorable twist, doesn’t mean Tuvok isn’t still great in it. He really is! He’s so patient with the horrible children that he should get an award, and it’s so sweet when he agrees to sit with Tressa when her weird backwards life reaches its natural end.

Computer, Vulcan blend, hot Janice Rand can shut her mouth when she tries to insinuate that young Tuvok is brown nosing when he brings Sulu his tea on the Excelsior in “Flashback.” It’s just plain adorable and his rapport with Captain Sulu is just a delight to watch. Sure, he also insists that Sulu not go save Kirk, but that’s exactly what you’d expect a Vulcan to do.

I’ve seen the way you isolate yourself even in a crowd of people Tuvok’s conversation with Morena about isolation in “Alter Ego” reveals a lot about his character as someone who represses the loneliness he feels while a quadrant away from his family. He connects with Morena in a way no one else on the crew could because they don’t let themselves get close to people. So when he agrees to teach Kim to play kal-toh, it’s so lovely.

8 Simple Rules for Dating my Ocampan Protege A lot of other crew members treat Kes’s dating a new boy in “Darkling” with some condescension. It’s an episode of people treating Kes like a child (which I’ll remind you: she is not) who can’t make her own decisions, but then you’ve got Tuvok being a straight up pal. He expresses to Zahir without judgment that all he wants is Kes’s safety, and boyface gets it.

Seska’s not the only one who knows how to cause a phaser malfunction Turns out, our buddy Tuvok writes a damn good holonovel when we come across his Maquis uprising program in “Worst Case Scenario.” And when the thing goes wrong, as it is wont to do, Tuvok is there to outsmart holo-Seska (the most scheming Seska of them all!) with an overloading phase rifle, like a badass. That’s sure one way to get around writer’s block.

Let’s just watch Event Horizon When Torres is about to get lobotomized in “Random Thoughts” because the Mari’s definition of justice is wildly different from ours, Tuvok leads the investigation and uncovers a black market for violent thoughts. And if that isn’t cool enough on its own, he mind melds with Guill, who can’t even come close to handling that much madness. That man is no Lon Suder, that’s for sure.

I am sorry. I cannot return your affection. Speaking of mind melds! Tuvok melds a lot in this show, and one beautiful example comes in “Gravity.” Noss is crushing on Tuvok hard, and who can blame her? It’s all one-sided though, so in the end, Tuvok melds with her to show her how he really feels. It’s a more intimate act for Tuvok than anything else he could have done, and it’s touching that he shares himself with her.

You’re Neelix. I’m safe with you. The development of the Tuvok-Neelix relationship is one of the best things about Voyager, full stop. And the best representation of this is pretty much everything in “Riddles.” Not only do we get some stunning work from Tim Russ, but we see Tuvok without the emotional clamps on, coming to terms with his situation and choosing to save the ship. Cue the waterworks.

Vulcans do not dance Which leads me directly into our final beautiful Tuvok moment. Because we here at SSHB are big Neelix fans, we welled up at Neelix’s farewell in “Homestead” when Tuvok performs his Vulcan interpretation of a dance for him. It’s no Macarena or anything, but it encapsulates perfectly what these two, who were such an odd couple all show, really mean to each other.

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Worst moments

My logic was not in error, but I was There’s something almost fascinating about “Prime Factors,” in that the Prime Directive shoe is on the other foot for a change. This is probably what the Bajorans felt when the Federation let Cardassia walk all over them! But Tuvok won’t have any of it! Prime Directive be damned, he’s going to steal the Sikarian spatial trajector against Janeway’s orders.

On your marks, get set, no Tuvok, despite many decades of living with non-Vulcans, apparently has no idea how to treat them. We see in “Learning Curve” that Tuvok is tasked with getting some ex-Maquis crew members in line, and his first impulse is to make them run a 10K with the gravity turned up. Weird flex. And let the Bajoran kid wear his earring, dude! We went over this already with Riker!

I have not always been particularly partial to your methods either What a weird and convoluted episode “Twisted” is, but perhaps that’s its point. What seems more off the mark is that suddenly there’s this polite rivalry for command between Tuvok and Chakotay while Janeway is out of commission. It just seems to come out of nowhere, much like the bickering between Spock and McCoy that we complained about in their character spotlights.

A non-emotional response would be more useful While we did like how Tuvok takes Kes under his wing in episodes like “Cold Fire,” he also can’t help himself in judging her expression of emotions all the time during her training. He constantly sasses her for giggling or feeling overwhelmed or otherwise not displaying perfect Vulcan logic. Uh, Tuvok, did you notice that she’s not a Vulcan? No wonder he gets his head boiled.

In a way, a mind meld is almost an act of violence, isn’t it? While I can fawn over the excellent work in “Meld,” how fixated Tuvok gets on violence is also severely screwed up. His Vulcan logic won’t let him accept that a psycho like Suder doesn’t need a reason to kill, and Tuvok goes way too far with it. And I won’t let him off the hook here: creating a holoprogram to kill Neelix is not okay no matter how you feel about the character.

Neelix in the foyer with the lead pipe The whole saboteur Jonas plot arc in season two was a convoluted mess. You’d think someone as logical as Tuvok would have figured that out, but no. In “Investigations,” he comes up with an even more convoluted plan to get Tom captured by Kazon, endangering the Talaxian ship he was on, and not clueing in people like Chakotay what was going on. And I still don’t know. What WAS going on??

Mom and Dad aren’t home – let’s have a Vidiian party! We joked a lot during The Original Series that whenever Spock was left in charge, things went wrong. Well the same thing happens when this Vulcan is left in charge when Janeway and Chakotay have to be abandoned on a planet in “Resolutions” and the crew is ready to mutiny right away until Tuvok gives in and calls the Vidiians: the one thing Janeway told him not to do.

This has pon too farr! I will never not rag on pon farr as a plot point because it’s too damn squicky. When TOS did it, it was one thing, but when Torres is suffering from pon farr and Tuvok insists that Paris have non consensual sex with her in “Blood Fever,” it’s not okay. Why the writers had to keep sweeping sexual assault under the rug for the sake of Vulcan bullshit is entirely beyond me.

There is little point in furthering this discussion Even the other people on the space elevator in “Rise” can see it: the whole episode long, Tuvok is dismissive and condescending towards Neelix until the Talaxian finally snaps. If we commended Tuvok for developing his relationship with Neelix throughout Voyager earlier, this was the nadir that required them to work towards a bond of respect later on in the series.

A deadly case of writer’s block While it was really fun playing Tuvok’s Maquis program in “Worst Case Scenario,” you’ve got to admit that Seska’s hologram nearly taking over the ship was all Tuvok’s fault. It seems strange for him to not finish the security training program once he’d started it, or at least to delete it from the computer when he accepted that the Maquis weren’t going to be threats.

Big Brother is watching, and mind reading It was nice of Tuvok to save Torres in “Random Thoughts,” but until it was going to affect his crew, Tuvok practically salivates over the concept of the Mari’s thought police. We couldn’t have been the only ones reading some sexual energy between him and Nimira, the Chief Examiner of the Mari Constabulary, right? Stop it, Tuvok. Only Odo may be a fascist on this show.

The call is coming from inside the Vulcan When Tuvok is put in charge of the investigation to determine who’s been attacking former Maquis members in “Repression,” it turns out he’s actually hunting himself! Sure, he’s being mentally hijacked a little bit, but dude, if you’re going to go full fascist in your investigation and inspect the crew’s mail for bugs, don’t forget to inspect yours too! What is with these fascists?

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Weird how almost all of those moments were heavily represented in seasons two and three? I wonder what happened in season four that sidelined Tuvok so much? We may never know. Let’s see how other characters fare as they progress through the series: come back next week to find out! You can also keep listening to our Enterprise watchalong on SoundCloud or wherever you podcast, mindmeld with us over on Facebook and Twitter, and have a logical day!

[fatuismooches]

i'm currently having some match tea and desserts and in the process; it led me to begin thinking about my birthday concept for the balladeer in which he takes you out to a cafe that's oddly secluded .. and by secluded i mean that he convinced the owners of said cafe to keep the place empty only for you and him.

i digress, though .. scaramouche has taken an immense amusement ( liking ) to seeing how your expression practically shines at the taste of dessert. you are, quite frankly, a polar opposite to him in terms of your taste in drinks and more notably desserts. you love them sweet, he loves them bitter.

you adore those strawberry shortcakes that more often than not are incredibly sweet on the tongue, leaving a lingering sweetness that never fails to leave you craving for more. your lover on the other hand adores those black chocolate cakes, or those matcha cakes with an extra dose of said matcha; leaving a bitterness to linger on his throat that he ‘likes’ and at times ( though rarely ) leaves him a bit lost in thought.

kunikuzushi is an affectionate individual in an infuriatingly subtle way. he spoils you through materials, he makes it clear that you are the only one that matters to him in a questionable matter that in the eyes of his dearest; deems endearing to his character. and of course, within the confinements of warm blankets and a watchful gaze in the dead of night, where the cloudy sky of snezhnaya outside your shared room being the only one who bears witness to the softness that adorns his face.

such a soft gaze is left unnoticed by the you sitting on the other end of the table; humming in sheer delight at the taste of the newest sweet dessert added to the menu of snezhnaya's local cafe. what was it again... padisarah pudding? the sumerian dessert won your heart over instantly the moment your gaze landed on it at the bottom of the menu.

from experience, the cafe's employees dare not stare for too long at either of you. regardless of who their eyes land on; they're near dead meat and will receive a mouthful of degrading wit. it's ‘covert protection’ as he convinces himself when really he's a tad bit too overprotective of you. nevertheless — amusement adorns his gaze, right side of his face resting on the palm of his hand as scaramouche relishes in witnessing your unbridled joy at consuming the very thing he could never bring himself to stomach. but beneath what is perceived to be amusement is a sense of calm, relief, a semblance of joy even at the sight of your smile, the sound of your delightful hum, and how everything around you seems to come to a halt when the pastry grazes your tongue.

a warmth envelopes the balladeer's vacant ribcage, the black coffee he was having now somehow manages to leave a sweet aftertaste in his throat, perhaps it's the slightly sweeter cake you got him, perhaps it's the sight of your sweet smile as you treat yourself to the pastry to your heart's content, he himself isn't entirely aware, but mayhaps it's a byproduct of your presence. ( he'd never fancy the idea of saying let alone think of such a cheesy thing. most definitely. )

but for now, scaramouche supposed, in the midst of the employees enjoying the less than busy environment, he'll delight himself to the sight of you instead.

soft kuni to compensate for the inactivity huhu. but anyways — suzu !! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ greetings dear, it's been a decent while~ how are you doing? i hope all is okay at the very least and happy july! may this month treat you kindly ‹3

gentle reminder to take care and remember that there's no rush on anything, that includes your writing that you shouldn't feel guilty for not doing often because it's a passion more than a profession. you're doing so amazing no matter the amount of words you manage to write, and i hope you know that many, including myself, will be patiently awaiting for your wonderful writing but more importantly value your joy and wellbeing above all else. i've been binge reading all of your newest pieces omg — what do you mean i haven't read one of suzu's pieces in a while? out. time to bring that tea along with macaroons and 🙇🏻‍♀️📖

— signed, ayame ♡.

YES!!! Scara and you being complete opposites!! My favorite!! He always watches you, thoroughly entertained as his own sweets probably are left untouched for a while (he's mostly here for you after all. You don't even notice his soft expression at first because you're too busy talking and eating. It also makes me think of this ask I got a long time ago, reader who always makes him sweet deserts but you don't know he hates sweet things, yet he still eats them so as to not hurt your feelings-) I also trust you on this Yame because i've never had anything matcha before 😞

Kuni's affections are also subtle in the way that sometimes even you don't realize them - he doesn't mind this either because you do love to tease him about his little actions while he brushes you off in defense. Ah and reader and him cuddling 🥺 I imagine sometimes you pretend to be asleep so he can go to sleep so you can see his peaceful face but he knows your little trick but indulges you anyway <3

Of course, any normal person knows better than to stare at any Harbinger for too long but that especially applies to the Balladeer, the stories about him are enough for anyone to scurry away at any given chance - though they can't help but always wonder how you managed to never be a recipient of such tongue lashing. (You do lecture him a bit to be a little bit nicer while he grumbles - he never listens.)

Scaramouche's always been one to refuse whatever he was feeling if he didn't like it, even when it came to you. How would he admit to himself all the pleasant things you bring to him, slowly piecing together something new in his "heart"? He won't. But of course, right now he'd prefer to listen to you tell him about the recent happenings in your life and wipe frosting from around your lips instead.

Thank you for the soft Kuni, beloved Yame <33 i always appreciate seeing you in my notifs 💕 I am doing good! just boiling in this heat, but that's nothing new 💪 what about you? I hope well! ❤️ And thank you for your kind words Yame, they truly mean A LOT to me ahhh!!! *big hugs* i say the same to you, i appreciate you sm 🥺 AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED BINGE READING EFBRFIW that's so cute- I'm glad to have you as my moot 😌 may i try one of your macaroons though? 🤔

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

♡Incoming letter from Vanilla Ice!♡

Dearest Tippy,

I hope this letter finds you well, sweetie. I just wanted to take a moment to tell you how much I adore you. My heart races, pure love for you in every beat. You are the light of my life that brightens even the darkest of days. I am endlessly grateful for the love and joy you bring into my life. When I look into your gorgeous brown eyes, I am reminded of how precious you are to me.

The mere thought of you brings a smile to my face, sending shockwaves of infatuation throughout my veins. Your smile, your laugh, your face, your hair, your compassion, all of this is enough to make me swoon with delight. I am so lucky to have a husband, and best friend, as amazing as yourself. I love you eternally, my dear. I love you even more than I have ever loved Lord Dio. Although -- perhaps you shouldn't tell him that!

No matter what obstacle we may face, no matter the event, rest assured I will forever be by your side. I'm ready and waiting at your command, my love.

Your adoring husband,

Vanilla Ice ♡

WAAAAUGH!!!!! OMG WHAT-?? 🥹😭🫣💙💜

Thank you so so much!! I don't know what to say, this is too freaking sweet!!! 🥹💙💜💙💜

[thebarontheabyss]

Hello again! sorry to rapid-fire so many asks your way! Just had a prompt/question: What would be the best gift for each of the main cast (ROs and staff) and how would they react upon receiving it? or just their reaction to a gift :]

(Sorry if this has been asked before, I'm new to your blog and don't know what all has been done.)

Oh, I like this prompt! 👻 Death would adore everything you would bring them, but let's say it's a set of new tools for their garden. A blush tinges Death's cheeks, "For me?" they whisper, almost disbelieving. It's their first gift ever, and the wonder in their eyes is as touching as unexpected. A gift for Lilith/Damien is kind of impossible: materialistic offerings won't hit the mark. No matter what you present, they will mask their indifference with a practiced, charming smile. "How... thoughtful," they murmur, their enthusiasm clearly feigned, yet there's a flicker of something genuine in their eyes, perhaps for the effort rather than the gift itself.

For Morgan/Morgana, books seem the obvious choice. You hand over a stack of ancient, mystical tomes, and their eyes light up with genuine interest. "Ah, new mysteries to unravel," they say, thumbing through the pages with an infectious excitement. The witch's appreciation is palpable, and it feels like you've truly added something valuable to their world.

The Raven is delighted with anything shiny. You offer a collection of sparkling trinkets, each reflecting light in mesmerizing patterns. "Shiny!" he crows, his delight unmistakable as he hops closer, eyes gleaming with avarice and amusement.

Hastur will appreciate the practical, like new oil for his sword, "Efficient and thoughtful, thank you," he nods in respect, turning the bottle over in his large hands. "This will be put to good use." There's an understated gratitude in his tone, a silent acknowledgment of your understanding of his needs.

Yaga's needs are very specific: a new cover for her ledger will bring a rare smile to her face. She examines it closely, then looks up at you. "This is quite nice... unusually nice. What is it you're wanting in return, eh?" Her tone is half-joking, half-serious, a blend of skepticism and wry humor.

Chocolate for Peisinoe is actually THE hit. The diva's eyes widen in surprise. "For me? Truly?" they exclaim. A look of bliss crosses their face as they taste the sweet treat. "Such a simple pleasure, and yet so exquisite."

Just like Death, Shelly would appreciate anything you'd given her, so let's say it's a new dress. And, of course, it is met with squeals of delight. She twirls around, the fabric flowing like a dance of joy. "It's perfect!" she exclaims, her smile as bright as the sun. "I feel like a princess!"

Oh, and He Without Name. Well, a new broom. Obviously. He accepts it with a silent nod. "Sweep... clean..." he murmurs, a hint of satisfaction in his sparse words. It's a simple gift, but it's perfectly apt for him.

[recitedemise]

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀. He, in all matters of the heart, does not spare any expense at all; he commits entirely, completely, and down to every pulse of his too bare, too naked, and too yearning heart. Perhaps for his long and complicated relationship with Mystra, this wizard finds himself rather incapable of loving in any half-measure. He'll look upon his partner, and he will think them divine, deserving of his faith and his loyalty like any deity you may pray to... He will hold them in a regard of the most immeasurable degree. Gale LOVES. Deeply. Endlessly. He is not a man for casual flings and exhilarating, one-off tumbles, but something long-term and wonderfully committed. Out in the world, he will always cast his gaze to them, a seat of undeniable yearning heavy in those sweet, honest eyes. He always smiles softly. Always greets them with a joy and a sprig of excitement in his step. He will walk roaring glades and think the flowers smell like them. He'll feel the humming glow of sunset and believe them warmer. Away from prying eyes, however, in the comfort and privacy of the bedroom, Gale will offer them that same unflinching study... But more tactile now and far more intimate. Gale worships. Gale reveres. His partner can lay upon their back, a flush mighty across the swell of their cheeks, and he will score kisses hot and slow down the length of their belly, about the divots in their collarbones, and down the bone and juts about their hips. He will whisper poetry. He'll let his fingers dance with tingling, electrifying magics. His long hair will tickle down the sensitive curve of their thighs, and "you are beautiful," he'll murmur. "You would undo me entirely. I'll serve you in all the ways your mind has dared to imagine, and in ways your imagination will fail, I will delight you still." They jolt. He takes his times with them, his scholarly patience pored over every groove among their body, because Gale, to his heart, is a tireless and endless follower. His lover, his god, his patient, championing goddess.... He brings his mouth against their hip and whispers prayers or incantations.