#tristan fluff

[shadowdaddies]

I am a sucker for angst so can I please request a Ruhn danaan x reader. Where she and ruhn have been together for a while, and she overhears ruhn saying something about her being a bet or a dare. A lot of angst and maybe some fluffy ending

thanks for the request, love💜

Just a Bet

Ruhn x Reader angst to fluff

Smoothing your hair, you stepped out of your car in the driveway as you strode towards Ruhn’s house. You were already regretting the heels you’d donned for your anniversary, feet aching in opposition to the excitement you felt to celebrate one year since Ruhn had asked you out.

Cheeks burning from smiling so hard, you turned the door handle and entered the busy frat house. It wasn’t unusual for many guests to be over, so you paid them no mind as you shouldered your way through the crowd toward the game room where Ruhn usually spent evenings like this.

Juniper caught your eye from across the room, and you waved to her and Fury as you approached the doorway where Ruhn’s voice echoed in a comforting rumble - until you heard Flynn’s voice.

“One year ago, I bet you that you wouldn’t ask her out,” he laughed, the sound of clinking beer bottles and jeers following.

Your heart leapt in your throat when you heard Ruhn’s voice, time standing still as you awaited his response. Your boyfriend scoffed, “I didn’t think I could either.”

Dec chimed in at that point - your kindest friend in the group - his tone teasing as he drawled, “I still can’t believe she took you seriously.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears, eyes pricking with tears as the conversation came together in your head. You were nothing more than a bet to Flynn, a joke that Declan couldn’t take serious, and apparently Ruhn felt the same.

Ripping the painful heels off your feet, you sprinted down the stairs and out of the house. Tossing the shoes in your passenger seat, you wiped the tears from your eyes and started the engine before heading back to your apartment.

The dress felt ridiculous, hair a mess and makeup ruined from crying as you stumbled into your home. Why would Ruhn have stayed with you for this long from a stupid bet? Were you nothing more than a joke, for him and his friends’ amusement?

The thought made tears well up once more, this time pouring over your cheeks as you sobbed. Practically ripping the dress from your body, you ignored the buzzing of your phone in favor of your welcoming shower.

Stepping under the steaming hot water, you scrubbed the memory of tonight as best you could from your skin before stepping out. Wrapping a fluffy towel around your body, you sighed with a hint of relief. 

Realizing how dried out you were from your tears, you padded towards the kitchen for some water when you were stopped in your tracks. Bryce lay on your couch, lazily flipping through the tv channels as amber eyes flicked to yours. 

With a dramatic sigh, she set down the remote, turning fully to face you. She took in your disheveled state, expression softening at the redness in your eyes, your puffy cheeks.

Shutting off the TV, Bryce sat up and patted the open space on the sofa next to her.

“I need water,” you whispered through a sniffle, voice raspy from dehydration. 

“I’ll get it for you. Sit,” Bryce directed, her voice gentle as she sprung gracefully from the couch and headed toward the kitchen.

You settled into the cushions, picking a pillow from behind you to hold against your chest. Nodding a silent thanks, you took the water from Bryce and drank it down, the cold liquid cooling your heated cheeks.

“Fury texted me. She and Juniper saw you running out of Ruhn’s house before he came downstairs asking if they’d seen you. He’s been blowing up everyone’s phones, worried about you.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, but you found yourself unable to make eye contact with your friend as you muttered, “Yeah, I’m sure he’s heartbroken.”

Before you could react, the pillow was ripped from your arms, Bryce’s manicured nails practically digging holes into its fabric as her eyes simmered with barely contained rage.

“You may be my friend, but Ruhn is my brother. Explain to me why you think his heartbreak is amusing to you.” Your lower lip wobbled at her harsh words, the dam of your emotions about to break again.

Bryce loosed a breath, gently setting the pillow between you on the sofa as she spoke again, her voice softer this time. “I don’t know what happened, but he’s hurting too. Talk to me.”

The patterns on the pillow suddenly became much more interesting, your fingers tracing the stitching in the fabric while you found the courage to voice what you had heard at the house. “I was going to meet Ruhn for our anniversary dinner... but I heard them talking. I heard Flynn say that I was a bet. Even Dec-“

Shifting to rest on your elbows, you hid your face in your hands as the memory flashed too vividly through your mind. “Dec said he couldn’t believe I thought Ruhn was serious when he asked me out.”

You looked up to see Bryce’s own eyes lined with tears, her jaw set in anger as she processed everything you said.

“I’m a joke to them, Bryce. I was just a bet that he’s decided to string along for whatever reason. Maybe he does like me now, but...”

You couldn’t find the words, tongue twisted in knots like your stomach as thoughts eddied deeper and darker as you reflected on the past year of your life. 

Bryce’s hand gently reached for your own, holding them softly as she spoke. “I am going to speak with Ruhn and figure out what is going on. If he was such a dumbass to do something like that to you, I’ll kick his ass. But I feel like there has to be something more to it. They’re good males - stupid alphaholes - but they’re good males.”

You nodded, a flicker of hope sparking in your chest at the thought. They had always been kind to you... Surely that couldn’t all be fake?

“Why don’t you get dressed? I’m going to see Ruhn and I’ll pick you up some food,” Bryce promised, pulling you in for a warm hug before turning and heading out the door, phone already in hand as she fired off messages.

You returned to your room, feeling numb from the pendulum of emotions you’d swung on all evening. You vaguely remembered slipping on a t shirt and shorts, returning to the couch to find the channel on Fangs and Bangs before you fell asleep.

You bolted upright at the sound of a soft knock at your door, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes to look at your phone. Not much time had passed, but the bombardment of earlier messages from Ruhn and your friends filled the screen. 

“Are you there? Bryce told me what happened, and it’s not what you think.” A tense beat of silence passed between you. “Please just hear me out. If you’d rather talk to Bryce, she’s downstairs... But I brought food.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled, drawing attention to the hunger gnawing in your gut. Stomping towards the door, you flung it open to grab the food from Ruhn’s hands when his appearance shocked you still.

His violet eyes were rimmed red and swollen like yours, his hair a mess. He was dressed in an all-black suit, the shirt unbuttoned and tie loose. You hated how it tugged on your heartstrings to see him this way, how there was a part of you that could never hate him, even if what Flynn had said was true.

“Fine,” you snapped, snatching the bag of food before returning to the couch without a second glance. “You have one shot to explain.”

Ruhn sighed, the sound slightly drowned out by the soft click of the door closing behind him. You spared him a glance as he took a seat on the couch, careful to keep his distance.

The chipped black paint of his nails blended into his onyx hair as he ran a hand through it, his muscular leg shaking anxiously before he turned to you. Wholly still, Ruhn’s voice emanated with earnest when he finally spoke.

“Bryce told me what you heard, back at my house. I understand how it would sound, but that’s not at all what happened, and I first and foremost need you to know that you are not a joke. You have never been a joke - to Flynn, to Dec, and especially not to me. I was the joke in that room. They were teasing me, because, yes, asking you out was a dare of sorts.”

You felt the rage build in your chest at that, setting down your food on the table as you prepared for what he would say next - or so you thought you were prepared. 

“I remember the first time I saw you, when you came into the White Raven with Bryce. It felt like my world tilted on its axis,” he paused, shaky breath leaving his lips as his eyes went hazy, lost in the memory. 

“You were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, and when you smiled at me I forgot how to breathe. The entire room was staring at you, and you somehow didn’t notice.”

He loosed a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he fought back a smile. “Dec and Marc were teasing me. They saw how I reacted to you, how drawn to you I was. But you were so beautiful and charming, and could have had any male or female you wanted.”

Drawing your legs to your chest, you settled into the couch and fought back the tears in your eyes at his story.

“Flynn’s ‘bet’ was just that I wouldn’t have the guts to ask someone like you out. And I didn’t at first,” Ruhn laughed, toying with his lip ring before those violet eyes flicked up to meet yours. 

“But then Flynn said that if I didn’t ask you out, he would. And that’s when I jumped up from our table so fast I knocked Dec’s beer on me, and made a fool of myself asking you out like that.”

Ruhn looked down at your hands, his own twitching as though barely holding back from reaching for you. So you reached for him. The cold silver of his rings was a familiar comfort, and you felt yourself relax as his fingers twined tightly with your own.

“Dec didn’t think you’d take me seriously because I was a dumbass, asking out the most incredible female I’ve ever met while covered in beer and stumbling through my words.” You laughed then, and Ruhn’s entire presence seemed to brighten in response. 

���I remember. I thought it was cute. You weren’t the snobby fae royalty I would have expected, and I found it very charming,” you teased, a smile spreading across your face as you then relived the memory of the striking yet goofy male first approaching you.

“I am so sorry that I didn’t tell you that. It’s not exactly something that I’m proud of, that I was so nervous to ask you out. Flynn never lets me live it down.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, feeling embarrassed at how you had jumped to conclusions so quickly. “I feel like I ruined our anniversary. I should have stayed and listened to you.”

Ruhn’s eyes glittered like stars, his hands finding your waist to lift you into his lap. Hooking your arms around his neck, you straddled your boyfriend’s hips. Ruhn exhaled sharply through his teeth, causing you to lean back in alarm.

“It’s just a bruise, curtesy of Bryce.” You blushed, biting back laughter over your friend’s protectiveness. “You did not ruin anything. Flynn, on the other hand, got it worse than me,” he chuckled, nodding to his wounded side.

“You have a lot of people in your life who would do anything for you, including Bryce and myself. All I want is to spend the rest of our night together so I can show you just how much I love you,” he murmured, eyed lidded with desire as you settled further into his lap.

“I think I could arrange that,” you purred, leaning down to kiss Ruhn’s full lips before trailing his jaw, down his neck, his exposed chest. 

He picked you up, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom where you spent the night exchanging soft touches and sweet nothings until the sun rose the next morning.

[danikamariewrites]

I have a Flynn request! There definitely aren’t enough out there for our crescent city males. Lol reader is out with friends at a bar and really drunk. She gets separated from her friends and some guy is really creeping her out and won’t leave her alone. She texts/calls Flynn to come get her.

My First Call

Tristan Flynn x reader

A/n: I HAVE FINALY FINISHED CC3 and Flynn absolutely deserves love bc it seems like he’s the only single Pringle left I volunteer as tribute

Warnings: drunk reader, aggressive behavior (not the frat pack), and not proof read sorry

Wobbling through the club on numb limbs you were jostled by the crowd of swaying bodies. Your mouth was dry but you were craving another fruity-vodka cocktail. As you made your way back to the table your friends were currently inhabiting this evening you tripped a little.

Only two of them were left. The other three having bailed earlier thanks to their work schedules. Who even makes their employees come in on a Friday for a holiday weekend? A crime honestly.

A male had joined the table, too busy flirting with Marcy to notice your presence. Taylor, your other friend, had noticed you cautiously walking back. “Hey,” she says enthusiastically with a small giggle at your drunken demeanor. You giggle back, falling into her arms.

“I want another drink.” Your words coming out as one long sound. Taylor just laughed in response. “I think you need to go home.” You groan at the blonde before remembering your bestest friends are waiting at home. The guys were probably still up. Either playing video games or having a house party in honor of the long weekend.

“Ok. Marcy! Come on.” Taylor commanded. Marcy gave the male one last kiss on the cheek with a look that promised she’d call him. She never called though. She just liked attention and free drinks. What pretty girl doesn’t though?

Letting out a sigh you move from Taylor’s protective grasp. Turning your back on your friends you start to move toward the exit. At least what you think is the exit. The crowd is definitely thinning out. Pushing open a door with peeling paint and rusty hinges you find yourself in a dimly lit alley. At either end is a bustling main street of Lunathion.

“Fuck,” you mutter. Looking from side to side you can’t remember which end of the alley the club entrance would be. “Fuck.” You say a little louder.

Letting out a sigh you start walking to the left, hoping to find your friends. Coming out on the sidewalk you notice a fancy restaurant and a closed cafe. Some business entrances, a bank, then the fanciest hotel in the city. The warm lights of the Regent of Lunathion looked so inviting. Plus they have comfy armchairs to wait in.

You start heading down the street in the direction of the regent. Now that you’re out in the chilly night air and not in the dark, crowded club consuming alcohol your body starts to ache. You hug your arms to your chest, cursing yourself for not bringing a sweater. Your chunky platform heels start to feel heavy with every step you take. The blisters starting to form on the back of your ankles and toes have you stepping gingerly.

Heavy footsteps quickly approach that have you tensing. Hoping it’s just someone on a late night run that will pass you. You move over slightly to not just be in the middle of the sidewalk. Runners in this city get pissy about that.

But it’s not a runner. No, something worse. A male in dark jeans and hoodie falls into pace beside you. “Hey,” he starts, “what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ wanderin’ the city alone?” You roll your eyes, not caring about the consequences. You wouldn’t have been able to hold the annoyed expression back anyway. “I’m not. I’m with my friends.”

The male looked around the almost empty street. “Really? Because I don’t see them.” “Yup.” You reply dryly. Urd, can’t males take a hint these days? “I’m meeting them.” A lie you were sure he saw through but didn’t care. You would say anything to get him away from you. “Well what bar are you going to? I know a short cut,” he says seductively, trying to grab for your arm.

You move quicker than the both of you expect. The situation sobering you up. You looked at him with bewildered eyes. “No!” You scream at the top of your lungs. Passersby staring for a moment before looking away and walking a little faster. Cowards.

Before the male can say anything you book it down the rest of the way to the Regent. The doorman, an elderly human man, gives you a curious look. Your words stick to the tip of your tongue. Not knowing how to form your plea for help as the alcohol still rushes through your system.

You look back down the street. The male looking pissed as he storms up to you. The doorman notices, an angry look now on his kind face. “Head inside miss. And please make yourself at home until your ride is here.” You rush past him with a grateful look. Pulling out your phone, ignoring the texts from your friends, you immediately go to Flynn’s contact and pressing the call button.

he answers in one ring. “Hey sweetheart,” his smooth voice relaxing you as you sink into the plush armchair. “Flynn, can you come get me. I’m a little lost.” From his sharp inhale you could tell he was trying to hide his laugh. “I’m already on my way. Taylor called me five minutes ago.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Wait, how do you know where I am?” “I have your location, sweetheart.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

Urd you love that smile. So suave but genuine. “Only for you,” he’d say with a wink that always made you blush like crazy. It was no secret you have a crush on the lordling. And Ruhn would argue that Flynn had a bigger one on you. Why neither of you had made a move yet was beyond everyone.

The male walked past the window of the lobby staring daggers at you. Your eyes went wide as you remembered why you were in the hotel lobby. “Can you hurry? There was a guy following me and I just wanna go home.” The silence on the other end of the line was deafening.

Flynn gripped the steering wheel so hard his tanned knuckles turned white. “I’m one minute away.” He stepped on the gas, just barely making the light before it turned red. He kept talking to you as he flew down the street. Telling you everything he saw before pulling up to the Regent.

Throwing the car in park, Flynn throws his door open. Passing the doorman he nodded at Flynn with a small smile. “She’s to the left.” “Thank you.”

Seeing you curled up in the chair clutching your phone like it was a life line made hims heart clench. You looked like a lost child. Flynn knelt in front of you taking your hand in his. “Hey sweetheart,” he coos, “ready to go?” It took you a moment to realize who was in front of you. Once it clicked you smiled widely at Flynn.

“Hey,” you drawl. Your exhaustion catching up with you. Flynn smiled back you. Overjoyed to see you unharmed. “Yeah let’s get outta here.” He stands to help you up but you just give Flynn a pout and doe eyes. “Will you carry me? My shoes hurt.” “Of course.”

He knelt back down to unbuckle your ridiculous shoes, holding them in one hand while scooping you to his chest with his other arm. Letting out a deep sigh you lazily wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, snuggling into his neck.

Flynn’s heart soared. He held you tighter, basking in your warmth and scent. Though he could smell the alcohol, that strawberry and honey scent he loves so much is still prominent to him. “I got you, sweetheart.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Gently placing you in the passenger seat and bucking you in Flynn breathed a sigh of relief. You were safe. Climbing in the car himself he quickly sends a text to Taylor letting her know you’re fine. The drive home seemed long but he didn’t care. Anything to spend time with you.

Your hand grasps his resting on the gear shift. You look at him, your lids heavy. Finally pulling up to the house Flynn looks down at you. “Thank you for getting me. My knight in shining armor.” Flynn blushes as he squeezes your hand. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses across your knuckles. “I’ll always come get you. No matter where you are, sweetheart.” You give him a tired smile before your eyes fully close.

Carrying you inside, Flynn tucks you in making sure to take out your hair clips. He even takes your makeup off, gently scrubbing at your face. Just as he sets a glass of water down and a tonic for your headache in the morning, you stir slightly. Flynn froze as he saw you squinting at him. “Will you stay? Please?” You mumble.

“Sure, sweetheart.” You turn to face the side of the bed Flynn makes himself comfortable. He sits on top of the covers, leaning against the propped up pillows. Once he sits you instantly fall back to sleep knowing your safe.

[throneofsmut]

Can't Believe It

Tristan Flynn x Reader || WC: 520 || Warnings: None

Summary: Tristan Flynn makes Reader laugh with a shitty joke he told at work. Based off this request.

A/N: To the anon who requested this, thank you, i haven’t seen many fics for crescent city characters, so I hope you like it !!

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You threw your head back into the fluffy pillows of Tristan’s bed as your whole body shook with laughter. Tears spilled from your eyes that were squeezed shut while you clutched your stomach.

“Babe. . . it’s not that funny,” Tristan argued in between his own laughs. 

Wiping the tears from your eyes as you sat up. “You did not say that to the cheetah-shifter you arrested last night!” You said through giggles. 

He was grinning. “I did. I swear!”

Your grin matched his. “So you mean to tell me that you arrested a cheetah-shifter for stalking his ex-girlfriend and when he complained about it you said, ‘At least it’s not for speeding.’” 

He nodded.

“And he just blinked at you?” 

“Yeah. He didn’t even laugh.” He added with a pout, but his green eyes still shone with mirth. 

You slapped your knee before falling backwards into the pillows again as you howled with laughter. Then your loud laughter turned to silent laughter as you imagined their interaction in your head. 

Tristan without a doubt wearing a cocky grin—proud of his own joke. 

You shook your head and then took a deep gasping breath. Greedily gulping in air after laughing so hard for so long. 

Head tilted upwards as you wiped tears from your cheeks again, smiling, “Burning Solas, Flynn, I haven’t laughed like that in years.” When you looked at him again he was shaking his head softly, a hint of a grin remaining on his face, “What?”

“I just can’t believe it.” He murmured.

“Can’t believe what?”

“How you look even more beautiful when you laugh.” 

You felt your cheeks heat from his words and from the way he was looking at you. Holding his gaze for another second before tearing it away and looking down at your hands. You shook your head. 

He gripped your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. Bright green eyes bore into yours. “I. . . Sometimes, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” His lips curved into a genuine smile. 

Unconsciously your lips curved up into a smile too. 

He smiled wider, revealing straight white teeth and dimples. “Beautiful.” Tristan swore. 

Only a heartbeat passed before he cradled your face with both hands, leaning in and then his lips met yours in a heated kiss. 

When he pulls away, both of you are breathless and he presses his forehead to yours. “Gods, you’re so beautiful it hurts.”

Your chest rises and falls, brushing against his muscled chest, as you slowly catch your breath. Still too caught up in the kiss you just shared, you didn’t even realize you were shaking your head. 

Tristan leans back to look at you, brows furrowed, “You don’t believe me, do you?” He says with a frown.

“Flynn. . . I—“ Your words are cut off by another kiss. 

This time when he pulls away, his arms wrap around you in a hug and he rests his chin atop your head. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you how beautiful you are if I have to.”

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

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Trislance fandom, consider this my official apology for being so absent recently and my lack of trislance content and 4kota content in general akajakahahak

@alwaysamor SURPRISE, I DEDICATE THIS TO YOU, BESTIE, PLS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

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Lancelot is about three seconds from imploding.

About fifteen minutes prior, Lance had arrived at the annual Britannian Dusk Festival, an occasion which was put into place after his Uncle Meliodas and Aunt Elizabeth took the thrones.

Lance isn't usually one to go to these types of things, but he's started to realize that he, annoyingly, can't even say no to Tristan no matter how much he wants to. And the silverette had insisted he come along. And so, as soon as he'd stepped into the middle of town, a nephilim was immediately there with him.

"Oh, Lance, you made it! Come along, there's so much to show you!!" And then he'd grabbed one of Lance's hands and ran off, pulling him along behind him.

And ever since then, all he can think about is the hand in his. How it's both soft and calloused at the same time. How it holds onto his firmly, squeezing every so often as if to remind him of it's existence. And as Tristan talks and talks and talks about the festival and the booths and everything around them, Lance doesn't hear a single word of it.

He swallows as the tingling of bells reaches his ears and he looks up from the sight of their hands embracing to Tristan's face, red eyes locking with heterochromatic green and blue ones. And that's when he realizes that he never heard any bells. What he heard was Tristan laughing.

"Not like you to get so zoned out, Lance. It's kind of fun to see." Tristan says softly, a knowing look in his eyes and a slight pink to his cheeks.

He looks down at their hands and moves his own hand in order to line their fingers up and then lock them together. Lance's already pink cheeks darken, his eyes widening slightly.

"If I knew just holding your hand would make you react this way, I would've done it a lot sooner." Tristan says cheekily.

He stares at the prince for a few seconds, mouth opening and closing as he tries and fails to make his brain form words. So, instead, he just scoffs and looks to the side. "Whatever. They got any good food around here? Not the sweet crap you're always eating."

Tristan grins brightly. "Of course! I know just the booth!" And he goes right back to dragging Lance along with him throughout the crowds of people. And if Lance lets an affectionate smile form on his lips, then that's nobody's business but his own.

[marchsfreakshow]

Can I Sew Into Your Heart? {Dandy Mott x Reader}

Requested by a wonderful @randodummy <3

You work closely with Dora at the Mott Mansion, and in the winter, Gloria has asked you to sew something for Dandy because of how sensitive he is to the cold.

No one's perspective

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You were sat in the kitchen, distracted, and Dora was making dinner. She was your mentor and only friend in the Mott Mansion. The big and empty place had plenty of empty rooms so you slept in a different one every night. Gloria never seemed to mind and she was kind to you, even if she was a bit naïve to her son's own problems.

The only difference between you and Dora is that you mainly did the sweeping and cleaning now. Dora kept on the food and laundry. Equal chores for both of you kept you happy. Sometimes though, there was always a time when you felt bored and tired since you managed to keep the place so clean. So, you sewed. Sewing was your favourite thing to do, and it kept you busy before Gloria employed you. You sewed Gloria and Dora jackets, small hats and gloves. They were small, never a big project like jumpers or a winter coat.

Until, one cold day on a dark December, Gloria came into the room you were currently sleeping in as you were reading. "Y/N, I need you to do something."

"Sure Ms.Mott, what needs doing?"

"Sew Dandy a jumper. He's sensitive to the cold, and has been dealing with a sniffle." She smiled slightly at you, and you nodded to just go along with it, but inside you felt like this was going to take up too much of your time. Begrudgingly you got up once Gloria left, and opened one of the small boxes by your bedside. It held different types of wool, cotton, needles and threads.

Thankfully, however, Gloria bought you a brand-new sewing machine. You were never able to get one, being an orphan had its downsides. Many, downsides. They were never kind to you, but you were kind to those who offered you calm, sweet silence, instead of yells and shouts. Karma would hit those people soon, you always thought. Karma exists.

Despite your busy mind, remembering where you came from, you turned the machine on. You grabbed everything from the open box and got to work. Whizzes and brrrs filled the quiet room. The door couldn't stop the loud machine from making the mansion sound like it was a construction site. Although, everyone left you alone. Dandy was simply out, probably to try and talk to the freaks again. Gloria, most likely was watching television or reading. Then Dora, out of everything, was in the kitchen, washing vegetables and preparing dinner for the evening.

So, truly, you weren't disturbed in the slightest. To busy your mind even more than it was already, you hummed songs. In The Mood was the first one to come to mind. It was a fun song, and you danced with Dandy to it once. The man-child was being a brat again, and you took his hands, leading him to an empty room with a record player. "Y/N what is this? I don't care about what you're trying to do!" He asked grumpily, as always. You just smiled your sweet smile that made Dandy melt inside, (he'd never tell you that of course) and took his large hands towards the record player. Putting yours on top of his, you both placed In The Mood on the record player. He hid his smile, but Dandy knew you liked the song, so he let you lead the dance.

"Dandy darling, pleaseee come on join me!" You chuckled, dancing around awkwardly. A few seconds went past before Dandy took you in his arms and started to dance with you.

"You're a horrible dancer."

"you love me." A giggle escaped your lips as Dandy and you danced around the whole room, not missing any corner. "I love you." You whispered to Dandy. The song ended, and he dipped you down for half a second. He held your waist and gently placed a kiss on your lips. Once you returned back, a hand on his face.

"I love you too."

But the whirrs brought you back to reality. Already you were done with the sleeve, somehow it didn't look terrible despite being in a dazed state the whole time. It was a dark blue, mixed with some blacks and shades of grey.

Your own humming continued as you kept sewing and still, the machine was louder than ever. But soon enough, you heard the door slam shut. Dandy was home. He walked towards your door and opened it quickly, seeing you sew with the machine. "Turn that off!" He shouted, somehow louder than the sewing machine itself.

Quickly, you did so, and looked up to Dandy, confused. "Is it too loud Dandy?" He sniffles a bit. His nose was red, and he was shivering. "Oh dandy...my love you know to not go out in this weather." You shook your head, getting up and hugging Dandy close. He was freezing, and sneezing.

"I don't care. I wanted to see the twins."

"Dandy..." You just take his hand and up the stairs to his room. It was warm and it was best for the cold man. In both ways. "Come on, let's get you warmed up." Dandy just nodded, wiping his nose on some tissue. He was cute to you, even if he was a massive brat at times.

"I'll go and get you some soup okay? Tomato with some toast." Tired and cold, Dandy just nodded again and accepted it while you placed a blanket over his shoulders. He was clingy so it took you a while to just get to the kitchen. Dora smiled at you and held out a tea kettle.

"Are you taking a break Y/N? I've made some tea." Dora poured you a small cup anyway.

"Thank you, Dora. I was going to make some quick tomato soup with toast. Dandy is freezing, and a sniffling mess." You sighed but smiled. Dora was too kind to you sometimes. She opened up some cupboards and took out ingredients. Salt, pepper, tomatoes, red peppers, cream, etc. Everything was fresh since you and Dora went out a day ago to get groceries.

"You gonna be alright makin' it? I know he can be horrible and ungrateful at times."

"I'll be okay Dora, thank you though. I know how to put him in his place." You chuckled a bit and winked at Dora, who just rolled her eyes, smiling before walking off. Everyoneeee heard how you 'put Dandy in his place' and it was obvious to them he wasn't the one in charge.

You brought yourself out of your fantasy though, starting to quickly make up some soup for the sniffly man. After a few minutes, it was smelling nice, and it was warming you up, even though you weren't the one eating it. It only took a few minutes for the soup to be done, so you placed some in a bowl, put that on a tray along with some hot cocoa, and brought it up to Dandy who was still sniffling away and reading comics.

"Hey love, I made you the soup. Plus some cocoa." You smiled and it melted you inside as Dandy immediately grinned and sat up, placing the comic down next to him. "Tomato and red pepper."

You placed the tray on Dandy's lap, and he started eating immediately. But he dropped his spoon back in the bowl, cringing and placed a hand over his mouth. "Burnt my tongue."

"Well, it is hot, baby. C'mere, just leave it for a bit to cool down, then take small sips okay?" Running your fingers through Dandy's hair, you giggled slightly, and Dandy just looked annoyed before kissing your head as an affirmation of your words. The silence was long, occasionally broken by a kiss so Dandy felt better. Soon enough though, you took the spoon again and helped Dandy eat. The soup was finished in a matter of minutes along with the cocoa.

"..thank you Y/N." He said, shrinking back down into his duvet.

"You're always welcome my love. I'll be back soon okay? I'm still making something." You grinned and kissed Dandy's forehead. Picking up the tray and taking it downstairs, you immediately thought about how to continue making the jumper.

You had hoped Dandy would stay in bed and rest now he had eaten, but you could never be too sure. Sighing to yourself, you went back into the room and started to sew again, distracting yourself with songs in your head.

Time had passed more quickly than you thought and you had a look at the clock. "5?! Shit!" Then you looked down at the machine, an almost finished jumper in the machine. There were a few embodiments that needed to be added, so you made fast work of that. "Jesus Christ, I should have an alarm clock built in me or something." You got up and jogged into the kitchen, to find a little plate on the counter with a note.

' Y/N, you were so distracted with your work all day, I couldn't disturb you. So I made some extra for you, eat it whenever you can. - Dora.' You grinned and took the plate with some cutlery, and sat in the kitchen, wolfing it down as swiftly as you could. As soon as you finished, you washed everything up and put them away. You walked back out, seeming alone in the house. Shrugging to yourself, all you did was go back to your room and finish off the jumper.

It ended up being a navy colour, with hints of a lighter blue in it. It was so big, but you hoped Dandy would like it anyway. "Y/N?" Oh perfect. Dandy called out to you from upstairs, you ran up to him with the jumper in your hands. "What's that?" He asked through small sneezes and coughs.

"It's a jumper for you baby. You're so sick, and you need something to keep you warm." You sweetly cooed, holding it up. Excited, dandy took it in his hands and immediately put it on. "That looks great on you sweets." You clapped and grinned.

"I like the colour." He said, admiring it on his own body. Soon enough though, he picked you up and placed you next to him, cuddling you in close. "You're sleeping next to me tonight."

"I'd love that my darling." You answered, Dandy keeping you tight and close to his own body. "Are you still cold?"

"Mhm." He nodded.

"My sweet boy, I'll warm you right up." You just kept smiling at him, moving yourself to lie on top of Dandy. You also put the blanket over yourself, you kept Dandy and yourself warm. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you more."

[jeannineee]

As soon I saw that u writ for the crescent city boys u became my new favorite person lol can I request a head canon or blurb of a night in with Ruhn just something like fluffy

A Night In

(Ruhn Danaan x Reader)

warnings: SLIGHTLY suggestive at the end, but mostly fluff.

a/n: I love you for this anon lolol. I’m a Ruhn girlie too, so enjoy :)

You grumbled in annoyance at the loss of your boyfriend’s familiar presence. He only grinned in response, planting a quick kiss to your forehead as he rose from the couch.

“Where are you going?” you asked Ruhn, an obvious pout in your voice.

“Bathroom,” he replied, kissing you once again in apology before making his way down the hall.

You sighed, pulling the covers over yourself. “Don’t take too long.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess,” he called out from the bathroom.

You scrolled through your phone as you waited for him to return. You wouldn’t consider yourself clingy, but Ruhn had been so busy lately that moments like this were becoming less common. He finally had a night free of responsibilities, and you knew exactly how you wanted to spend it: cuddling, and enjoying each other’s company. For the first few hours, at least.

As Ruhn returned to the living room, you took in his form: the black t-shirt, the gray sweatpants, his long hair that is somehow shinier than yours.

“Enjoying the view?” Ruhn’s voice snapped you from your train of thought.

You smiled, and reached for him to join you on the couch again. “I’d like to enjoy it up close.”

Ruhn obliged you immediately, reassuming his position underneath you, with your head against his chest.

You reveled in his warmth, placing a soft kiss to his jaw. He hummed contentedly in response, and began drawing slow, comforting circles on your lower back.

You relaxed further into Ruhn, tracing your hand along his free arm, along his tattoos that you’d memorized like the back of your hand.

“I’ve missed this,” you mumbled to him.

Ruhn kissed the top of your head. “Me too.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but were instead interrupted by the sound of Ruhn’s phone buzzing on the table. He groaned, and reached over you to grab it.

“Don’t answer it,” you said, almost whining.

“It’s Flynn, y/n. He might need something.”

You huffed. “But I need you.”

Ruhn sighed, before sitting up a bit. “Two minutes, and then I’m all yours.” He answered his phone, and quickly recounted today’s Aux meeting with Flynn.

Normally, you’d be more than happy to let him take his time, but tonight, you were short on patience.

You leaned against Ruhn, peppering gentle kisses to his jaw, before slowly moving down his neck, smiling to yourself as his breath hitched at the sensation.

Ruhn half-heartedly glared at you, but it faded as your lips began to move even lower. He quickly ended the phone call with his friend, turning his full attention to you. “You couldn’t wait two minutes?”

“Are you complaining?” you asked, your lips still attached to his skin.

Ruhn pulled you away from his neck, before pressing his lips to yours for a few moments. “You’re going to be complaining when you can’t walk in the morning.”

Ruhn smiled from ear to ear at the blush that creeped onto your face at his declaration. He kissed you again, and carefully laid you back on the couch. You were in for a long, long night.

[tristanflynnweek]

Tristan Flynn Week: Prompts, Masterlist, Rules, and FAQs

August 4th - 10th

Welcome! This will serve as the guide for the first Tristan Flynn Week! Please refer to this when looking for prompts, the master lists of works for the event, rules, and answers to some possible questions.

Prompts

Masterlist

Day 1: Lord Hawthorne

Day 2: The Aux and Brotherhood

Day 3: AU

Day 4: The Drop/Ordeals

Day 5: His Skills

Day 6: Nature

Day 7: Free Day

Rules

Tristan Flynn Week supports all creative mediums (art, fics, moodboards, playlists, etc.).

This blog is ship-neutral! You can ship Flynn with anyone

No restriction on content! NSFW is allowed, please label with smut or NSFW for viewers and tag with #tristanflynnsmut

We do not tolerate hate. Please don't argue or put others down. We post our work to share our love for Tristan. Please don't ruin someone's day.

Have fun with it! Everyday has a different suggested prompt.

No AI art will be reblogged.

If you have any questions that can't be answered in the FAQs, please message me!

FAQs

How do I participate?

During Tristan Flynn Week, please post your content on tumblr. Tag this blog in the main body of your post (@tristanflynnweek) and tag your post with #tristanflynnweek.  If we don’t reblog your post within 24 hours, please feel free to send us a message with the link! We do not want to miss a post to repost.

How can I see all the works posted? 

A list will be compiled of all of the works for that day and will be posted the following morning. Content from day 3 will be reposted by the morning of day 4. If we miss your post or the link is wrong etc, please reach out and we will fix ASAP.  At the end week a masterlist will be posted here.

If I’m not a creator, how can I support this week?

Please reblog our post and spread the word!

I have a question that isn’t here!

Send me a message, and I will reach out to you with an answer.

[yarrystyleeza]

𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓪'𝓼 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭

𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

The moment I've been waiting for has finally come! As I indicated in the headline, I've reached 200 followers here on Tumblr, thank you all so much, this truly means a lot to me, also thank you for the feedback I always got on my works and even my random shitposts! <3

and to celebrate this very important and remarkable life event— I had planned a sleepover celebration which consists of games, questions, asks, and of course, requests! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from September 15th till the 21st of the same month where you can submit asks and requests!

As for games, I have a list of them!

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

This or That: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

exchanged ships: you basically give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate my music taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I wanna write you a song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me, and it's an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

AND FINALLY, THE REQUESTS!

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. And of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Henry the vampire, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

Intimate moments

Gestures that make me feel love

Romantic rainy day prompts

gentle things that makes me fall harder in love

fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts

lighthearted first kiss scenarios

Sparring prompts

Forced proximity prompts

Date prompts masterpost

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 2h sleepover celebration so that they're all sorted there, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone) @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @netflixmatt @bellaxgiornata @farfromstrange @itwasthereaminuteago @loveroftoomanyfandoms @little-miss-dilf-lover @tongueofcat @mattmurdockscox @courtforshort15 @chvoswxtch @mattmurdocksscars @kal-0n @murc0ck @babygrlmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @mindidjarin @she-likesorchids @munsonownsmyass @saintmurd0ck @murdocklorian @abbyhaslongshorts @theradioactivespidergwen @softasawhisper @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @netflixmatt-main

That's basically everything I have for my first sleepover celebration, feel free to submit your requests and games anytime! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

[dearggntlereader]

DRUNK WITH DRABBLES stage 2. :☆｡ﾟ. ─

REQUEST EVENT ───────────────────────────────

Today is my self-care day and I have made it my mission to write as much as possible with each cocktail I drink :)) This is stage two aka the second cocktail (a bit bitter but we proceed) aka the angsty stage

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PROMPTS . :☆｡ﾟ. ────────────────────────────────

PINK PALOMA💒"Since when did you ever care about me?!"

THE BRONX 🏩"I wish I loved you less"

RHUBARB AND CUSTARD COCKTAIL🩱You don't have a moment of peace where he doesn't cross your mind, but does he ever think of you?

GREYHOUND COCKTAIL👚"I'm not good for you"

ROSITA👛"There’s nothing about you I’ve ever found interesting."

CLOVER CLUB🎀He's too jealous to be friends but not crazy enough to confess

PINK LEMONADE💗"can you please come get me?"

RHUBARB GIN🩰Dancing with someone else after he died

PASSION FRUIT MULE💌"Don't wear that, it makes you look weird"

PINK LADY👡custom prompt

CHARACTER LIST . :☆｡ﾟ. ───────────────────────────

───── HARRY POTTER

ﾟ☆ marauders *:･ﾟ James Potter *:･ﾟ Remus Lupin *:･ﾟ Peter Pettigrew *:･ﾟ Lily Evans *:･ﾟ Dorcas Meadowes *:･ﾟ Pandora Lovegood

ﾟ☆ slytherin boys *:･ﾟ Mattheo Riddle *:･ﾟ Blaise Zabini

───── OBX

ﾟ☆ pogues *:･ﾟ JJ Maybank *:･ﾟ Kiara

ﾟ☆ kooks None yet

───── GILMORE GIRLS

ﾟ☆ gilmore girls *:･ﾟ Jess *:･ﾟ Tristan

───── PERCY JACKSON

ﾟ☆ book *:･ﾟ Percy Jackson *:･ﾟ Annabeth Chase

ﾟ☆ show *:･ﾟ Luke Castellan

───── SPIDERMAN

ﾟ☆ tasm *:･ﾟ Peter Parker

ﾟ☆ ATSV/ ITSV *:･ﾟ Hobie Brown *:･ﾟ Miguel O'hara

If you wanna be added to the taglist for this event, comment or send a request!!

[danikamariewrites]

Hello, could you do the"reader who wears skirts and thigh higs" with the crescent city Boys? 🥺💗

CC Boys Reacting to you in a skirt and thigh highs 👀

A/n: I can’t believe I didn’t think of them immediately after I wrote the batboys one

Warnings: some smutty thoughts hehehe

Ruhn

You’d be dressed up in your cute lil outfit for a party

when you come downstairs Ruhn is shook. He cannot take his eyes off you

He’s constantly winking at you while he’s playing games with the boys

And when he finally dances with you, you tease the shit out of him

When has enough Ruhn pulls you upstairs and sits you on his face

Flynn

It would be the same situation as with Ruhn

You’d show up to the house with intention of teasing him all night until he snapped

You exaggerate your hip movements and are super touchy with him but pull away at the last second

When Flynn finally snaps it’s when you hand him a drink while he’s sitting on the couch

You straddle him and he just hands the drink to Dec and takes you to his bedroom

Hunt

Hunt would be sitting on the couch watching a Sunball game waiting for you to be ready for date night

When you stand in front of the TV Hunt finally notices you and his eyes look like they’re about to fall out of his head

“Do I look good?” And you do a lil spin for him. You know you look good you just like being cute with him

All through dinner and dessert he can’t focus bc you’re playfully kicking his feet under the table

When he flys you home he flys fast and practically breaks down the apartment door

You two don’t make it to the bed and he just takes you on the couch

Tharion

Tharion calls Bryce legs so we all know he’s obsessed with your legs

You’re just in something casual nothing too fancy for the middle of the day when you meet him by the Istros

As you walk and lounge in the sun Tharion can’t keep his eyes off you

He eventually pulls you onto his lap rubbing his hand up and down your thigh as you lightly kiss his neck

Ithan

I think Ithan would show the most self restraint

He’d pretend that you weren’t distracting him at all. Nope not one bit.

Then Ithan would see you doing something so normal like just talking with your friend and you look so perfect and happy

And he just takes you and comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you kissing your neck, holding you close to him

[lcnelyghost]

sleepless sniffles//dandy mott

pairings; dandy mott x fem reader

rating; pg :)

warnings; mentions of the flu, being sick

a/n; fuck knows what it is, but the thought of taking care of dandy when he’s ill, JUST… GAH <3

(also i was half asleep whilst writing this so.. yk)

It was the fifth night of sleeping with this unforgivable flu. Dandy felt like total hell and all day he had dreaded the thought of going to bed. Each time was just the same. And trust me, tossing and turning with a stuffy nose wasn’t easy. Especially when you were beside him trying to rest for the night. He couldn’t stand it!

He knew his constant shivering and whimpering would keep you awake. Not to mention the fact his nose was streaming like a cold tap, forcing him to blow it every ten minutes. God, it was a nightmare.

Dandy had even tried sleeping in a separate bedroom to avoid waking you up. But nothing seemed to work. You could hear him sneezing his head off from the other room, leaving you to just lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

You’re sick beloved also tried sleeping pills to knock himself out for the night. Yet his poor nose kept bothering him, so the pills had no effect whatsoever. You felt so sorry for Dandy. These past few days he’d been totally exhausted..

Tonight, you insisted he stayed in here with you. You couldn’t care less if you were up all night. You would be willing to stay awake and soothe him for as long as he needed.

Though, within the last few hours, you couldn’t keep you’re eyes open any longer. It was lovely to finally drift into a peaceful slumber, but poor Dandy’s immune system wouldn’t be letting his body copy you’re actions anytime soon..

He lay awake, sniffling as hard as he could to help him breathe even for a few minutes. Nothing helped. In fact, sniffing the bodily fluids back up just made it way worse.

Yet again, Dandy was pestered by the same annoying itch in his nose that had been there all damn day. That irritating, tortuous tickle.

“No..” He whispered quietly to himself, slowly reaching over to his bedside table to collect a tissue from the box you brought to him earlier on today.

He took the soft paper and pinched his nose with it, rubbing slightly to help get rid of the tickle.

This was no use. It just created an aggravating spasm in his sinuses, his body almost instantly telling him that he needed to sneeze.

“Heh..” The tickle began. Dandy placed a long finger under his nose, his breath hitching as he tried to stave off the sneeze.

“Heh…”

Dandy looked at you’re sleeping form through watering eyes, knowing you wouldn’t be like this for much longer..

“Hheeeeh-ASHOOO!” The sickly man sneezed. You felt yourself jump out of you’re skin as you flew off the bed, startled by the extremely loud noise.

Dandy stared at you blankly, grabbing another tissue and blowing his nose. You exhaled calmly, relieved that it was just you’re ill partner.

“I’m sorry..” Dandy sniffled. “I should go back to the other room.”

He got up and went for the door, so you bolted towards it and made sure it was locked. “Now don’t you be so silly! Please get back under the covers, sweetheart. You’re staying here with me tonight whether you like it or not.”

Dandy smiled and did as he was told. You walked over to the bed, getting back in and ordering him to tell you if he gets cold through any hours of the night.

He sneezed a few more times and you blessed him. Allowing him to nestle into you’re side, preparing to drift off.

“My poor Dandy.. tomorrow morning we’ll go right to the doc- the doc..” You quickly snatched one of the tissues from Dandy’s box, shocking yourself with a delicate sneeze.

You glared up at him from beneath the tissue, you’re facial expression telling him all he needed to know.

Dandy rubbed at his nose, giggling softly. “Oops..”

[s4wdvator]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

welcome to my masterlist!! (fics will soon arrive!)

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meet me!!

[imaginesxthevamps]

OI OIII

can you do a smut about Brad getting a blowjob and him moaning and gasping???

Adventures on a boring party | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 2.1k

Date: 26/03/2023

Proofread: yes (language and grammar mistakes can still be present)

Warnings: smut (oral sex, m receiving), swearing

Tags: Brad Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, x reader, fanfiction, one shot, smut

A/N: Hello hello, I hope you like it :)) Thanks for your requests!!❤

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Brad gets out of his car, locking it up while walking away. The gravel rustles under his shoes as he is walking towards the building. In front of him there is an old but beautiful castle. A red carpet is rolled down the stairs which lead to the front door. He walks up the stairs which are also lit up by torches. A security man asks his identity to which Brad replies with his name. As he enters the building he can hear classical music echoing through the halls of the castle. With a sigh, he enters the ballroom where the event is taking place. He got an invitation from Jaguar, the car company, to this fancy party. Tomorrow there is a race not so far from the castle and they wanted to unite all the biggest car sports fans the evening before. It’s an exclusive party for sponsors, influencers, shareholders and the important people who work in the racing world. It has everything that an exclusive and fancy party should have: fancy food, classical music, and people in suits and fancy dresses. Despite all of it Brad is really not in the mood for such a fancy party although he has no choice. 

Brad takes a glass of champagne from a tray and takes a sip. His eyes are scanning the room to see if he recognises anyone. With another sigh, he tries to mingle with the other people. This is really not his scene so he doesn’t know what to do. Should he talk to people or not? 

‘You’re Brad Simpson right?’, someone taps him on the shoulder.

‘Yes, that’s me’

‘Nice to meet you, I’m Jason, one of the racers’, he introduces himself.

‘Nice to meet you Jason, so are you ready for tomorrow?’

‘Oh yeah I am, I’m also not staying long, I need a good night's sleep’

‘Wish I could say the same’

‘You don’t like these parties?’

‘No, it’s not really my thing but I don’t really have a choice since I’m sponsored’

‘Yeah I get that, just try to enjoy it a little bit, at least try the food, it’s the best part’, Jason laughs. 

‘Maybe I should do that then’

‘I have to go, good luck mate, it was great meeting you’

‘Yeah, you too’

As Jason leaves Brad takes another sip of his glass. Following the guy's advice he makes his way to the table where the food is stalled out. He takes a few things to eat and he needs to admit that the food is not bad. He drinks from his champagne before trying some other things. When his glass is empty he takes another one from a tray. 

Brad turns around and decides to leave the ballroom. He walks down one of the castle halls where it is quiet. A few people smile at him when they walk by. In the distance, he sees a girl who is staring at a painting that’s hanging on a wall. Her silhouette and her long hair look familiar. He steps closer and more of her features become visual. 

‘Y/N?’, he asks surprised.

You turn around and you can’t believe your eyes. You can’t believe that he is standing here in front of you. It’s been years since you’ve seen him. If you remember correctly it’s 5 years ago since you’ve seen each other. Both of you were 22 at the time. You had a fling with Brad, not something really serious. Your relationship back then was more focused on sex and pleasure but you were young. Neither of you had ended things back then, you just grew apart. Brad went on a world tour and you went to study on the other side of the world. The contact was lost. 

‘Brad? What are you doing here’, you ask surprised.

‘I got an invitation for this party, what are you doing here?’

‘My dad works in racing’

‘Yeah that’s right’

You can see that Brad is taking all of you in. His eyes are scanning over your body. He is looking at how your tight black dress is embracing your curves. He bites his lip slightly. You can’t also keep yourself from looking at him. You can see how his shoulders got broader just like his arms and chest. It’s only now that you realise how you’ve missed those chocolate brown curls. You swallow which Brad notices.

‘Maybe we should go back to the party’, you say. 

Brad follows you back to the ballroom. When you enter it you see your dad. He is smiling and coming your way. 

‘Hi Brad! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you!’, He says and gives Brad a brotherly hug. 

Your father and Brad always got along well. When he was at your house they would laugh and joke the whole evening. If they didn’t talk about cars they would talk about golf as your dad is also a golf fan. Luckily someone starts talking to your dad which gives you the opportunity to pull Brad away from your dad. You’re not really in the mood to listen to a conversation all night that only involves cars and golf. 

‘What are we going to do now?’, Brad asks.

‘Dance?’

‘We’re surely not going to slow dance on this music’, Brad sighs.

‘Oh we are, you've got a better idea?’, you smile and you pull him to the place where a few other couples are slow dancing. 

Brad takes you by the waist to dance. It feels weird to be here with him but it’s more fun than staring at a few paintings. 

‘So, how have you been?’, Brad asks.

‘Good, I finished uni in California and now I’m working for a company in London. How have you been doing?’

‘We’re celebrating the band’s 10-year anniversary this year, it’s been going well

You smile at him not really knowing what to say. He is looking extremely hot and all you can think of his how much fun you two had back then. To be honest it was the best time of your life. Sometimes the two of you would do reckless things like driving around in the middle of the night or exploring places you weren’t really allowed to do that. 

‘I’m bored’, you say.

‘You were the one who wanted to dance’, Brad laughs.

‘What if we go discover this castle?’

‘Are we allowed to?’

‘I don’t know but do we care?’

Brad smiles and both of you leave the ballroom again through the same door. You’re wandering through the halls of the castle. The details of the interior are impressive. You open a door that makes a lot of noise. Brad looks at you with a scared face.

‘Y/N, do you really want people to hear us?’

‘Oh come on Brad, you weren’t so scared when we did this years ago’

Brad sighs as you walk into a big room. You guess it’s a big dining room as there is a long table with chairs. Brad follows you as you inspect the room. You touch a statue and you hear Brad sigh again behind you.

‘Please, you’re going to break something’

To provoke him you sit down on the table and Brad rolls his eyes. He stands before you and you take his hands in yours in an impulsive action. Brad looks surprised but he doesn’t let go of your hands. You pull him closer until he is standing between your legs. 

‘I’ve missed you Bradley’, you say. 

‘I’ve missed you too y/n’

Brad stares into your eyes and you bite your lip. Your fingers are playing with his and you can feel the contrast between his warm fingers and his cold rings. Brad’s eyes never leave yours and it feels like time stands still. It feels like you and Brad are the only people on this world. Brad can’t handle it anymore and pushes his lips onto yours. His warm lips are moving against yours and you can taste the champagne on them. His tongue slips into your mouth and you moan in the kiss. Unaware you pull Brad closer to you and you’re grinding against his crotch. The anticipation is building up as the kiss is getting more heated. You can feel Brad getting hard which turns you on.

‘We should take this to another place’, Brad says out of breath.

‘The guests are staying in the other wing, I have a room there to stay the night’, you say. 

You take Brad’s hand and make your way to the other wing. To go there you have to pass the ballroom again as it is on the other side. The halls on this side of the castle are more restored and the rooms are furnished as hotel rooms. You open the door of your room and walk in. You close the door when both of you are in. You turn around to Brad again and you start kissing him again. Your hand is going over his length which becomes even harder under your touch. 

Gently you push Brad onto the bed so he is sitting at the end of it. You walk towards him and sit on your knees. You unbutton his pants and Brad helps you to get out of his pants and boxers. His dick is hard and almost touches his belly. Slowly your hand moves over his length and you get wet only looking at his dick. Brad is looking at you with his eyes filled with lust and you look at him while you take his cock into your mouth. You start to suck on the tip and Brad closes his eyes. You take it further into your mouth while you go up and down. Brad moans and throws his head back. You try to take his whole dick into your mouth but it’s difficult because of how big he is. You take him out of your mouth again and you pump him with your hand. Pre-cum is coming out of the tip and as soon as you take him back into your mouth you can taste it. 

'Fuck y/n, your lips always feel so good around my dick', Brad moans. 

While you're sucking on Brad's cock, your hand is going up and down at the base of it, giving him extra pleasure. To add to that you start to gently play with his balls with your other hand. Brad gasps from all the pleasure you're giving him. 

Brad looks down on you to see how you're sucking his dick and he loves the view. He loves how your body looks in that tight dress. He loves the way you're being so desperate for him right now. Nobody could ever make him feel this good like you do. 

'How I've missed these lips, take it all in baby', Brad groans and throws his head back again. 

His moans are getting harder. You try to take him as deep as you can. His dick is hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag. You can feel his dick twitching inside your mouth, indicating he is close. You're going up and down faster. Your tongue is playing with his tip, making him go crazy. One of Brad's hands is gripping your hair while the other is keeping him steady on the bed. 

'Fuck y/n baby, I'm-, fuck', Brad moans out.

Loud groans are leaving Brad's mouth while his hot load is filling your mouth. You get his cock out of your mouth. His cum tastes salty but you swallow it. Brad looks at you and he smiles.

'Babe, this was amazing', he says.

You love the way he calls you babe, he used to do it all the time when you were together. You stand up and sit on his lap while you throw your arms around his neck. 

'Only for you', you say smiling.

Brad kisses you softly this time. A meaningful kiss which tingles on your lips. His lips moving slowly against yours while his hands are on the small of your back. After the kiss you rest your forehead against Brad's. 

'What do we do now?', Brad asks.

'I don't know, I don't-', you can't get out of your words.

'Tell me y/n'

'I don't want to lose you again'

Brad takes your face between his hands and makes you look at him. His eyes aren't dark and filled with lust anymore, now they are the brightest brown looking soft. A small smile is playing on his lips.

'I promise you, you won't lose me again princess', Brad promises.

Gently Brad kisses you again and it feels like your life lights up again. It's only now you realize how much you've missed him all these years.

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[madhatterbri]

Smitten | E.M.

Summary: Lucien's little sister catches the eye of Lord Elijah. Tristan de Martel fills her head with lies to keep them away. They finally talk after week of avoidance.

Guess which season I'm on in The Originals. 😅😅 Not my GIF. Requests welcomed. ❤️

Kiera hummed softly while she walked through the halls of Count de Martels castle. Ever since her brother, Lucien, left to fetch the Count de Guise children she was lonely. She hoped he would be home soon.

Within a few hours, Lucien was back along with the de Guise children. The Count de Martels was suspicious at first, but warmed up to them at the sight of Lady Rebekah. Kiera noticed the other siblings behavior.

Lord Finn was the more serious of the bunch. He only spoke short answers to her. Lord Niklaus was smitten by the Lady Aurora the moment he locked on eyes on her. Lord Kol was sneaky and always seemed to leave the castle. He claimed he was bored.

The lord that captured her attention the most was Lord Elijah. He spoke to her as often as he could. At first, she welcomed the attention. The lord was handsome and kind. He spoke of many wonderful things about his travels. Kiera often looked forward to seeing him.

Unfortunately, Tristan de Martel, the Count's son, noticed the pair. He cornered her one day and spoke of the Lord Elijah just looking for a plaything. He said that she was only a servant and no man of higher standing would ever want her for more than to just warm his bed. That night she ran to her brother and cried.

The next few weeks she avoided Lord Elijah. Her heart was broken. She missed talking to the lord, but she felt betrayed. He spoke so nobly but was only messing with her. Despite his efforts to speak to her she managed to get away from him. One night she could not avoid him.

The Count de Martel threw a small feast outside. Aurora de Martel gave her the night off. This usually meant she was sneaking off with Lord Niklaus. She didn't mind it of course and would never tell a soul. Kiera was happy her friend found someone to make her happy the way Lord Elijah used to with her.

Kiera stood several tall bushes to watch the festivities. She avoided being spotted to not have to work. Lords and Ladies were dancing and talking. They were in high spirits although the ale might have helped them. She searched for Lord Elijah but couldn't spot him.

Sudden movement and noise caught her attention. She turned to see Elijah staring at her. He appeared completely entranced by her. His mouth hung open while he played with a necklace in his hands.

"Lord Elijah," she gasped. "Is there something you need?"

"Forgive me for staring. I do believe that is one of Lady Aurora's old dresses is it not? You look stunning,"

Kiera blushed at his kind words. Her heart fluttered wildly. Her thoughts suddenly spoke louder than her heart. The unkind words spoken by Tristan de Martel replayed loudly.

What would a Lord want with a lowly servant girl?

"I am not one to be toyed with Lord Elijah. Please go back to the party. I have no time for such games," she spat. Her legs carried her farther from him.

"Games? My dear Kiera have I done something for you to speak to me like so?" He asked while following her. She walked to a hallway.

"I am not going to be another notch on your bed," she countered. She turned to look at him. Tears sprung to her eyes. "You have a sister. How could you use me?"

"Use you? My intentions for you have been pure since the day we met at court. Who has poisoned you against me?"

They stared into each other's eyes. He appeared to be genuine. Memories of their past interactions showed him to be a man with a crush. He never did anything to hurt her. She felt like such a fool.

"Tristan de Martel," she whispered. A blush creeping on her face. "He told me that I was a plaything to you and no Lord would ever want me,"

"Good thing I'm no real Lord," he assured her while rubbing a thumb over a tear that slid down. She leaned in close to him but stopped. His breath tickling her face. He leaned in as well and kissed her softly.

[tristanflynnweek]

Hello hello!

As requested, Tristan Flynn Week is a go! August 4th—10th! Please share and like so we can make this event more visible to all creators!

More to come very soon! Thinking about doing polls to decide prompts for each day!

[supersaiyanjedi14]

Okay last night I was feeling mean, so let's rectify it with something nicer!

Sabezra wedding pictures per my AU!

In my setting, Ezra and Sabine have two weddings. The first is a traditional Mandalorian ceremony that keeps things contained to themselves, shortly after which Ezra is formally adopted into Clan Wren and recieves his own armor. The second is a more conventional wedding with just about everyone and their mother invited (appropriate for two war heroes) that they both acknowledge is more of a formality that gives everyone an excuse for a great big party.

(I fully concede that this was partially inspired by Luke and Mara having two separate ceremonies back in Legends)

Some details under the cut;

Big event takes place in late 7 ABY, shortly after the New Republic captures Coruscant.

The Mandalorian ceremony took place between the two of them on the eve of the battle, though the outbreak of the Krytos virus kept them tied up for several months before they were able to make the journey to Krownest. This turned out for the best as it gave Tristan plenty of time to forge Ezra's new armor.

After talking it out, they decided to go ahead with the more contemporary wedding for the sake of their friends and allies, as well as exploiting the fact that, with the New Republic in power, they have the structure to do something like that.

The wedding takes place at the Sumar farm on Lothal, Marida practically giddy to host the event.

The groomsmen (seen above) were Zeb Orelios (Best Man), Tristan Wren, and Luke Skywalker*

The bridesmaids (also above) were Princess Leia Organa (Maid of Honor), Ketsu Onyo, and Moreena Krai (a close friend of Ezra's from Lothal in a tie-in book).

Ryder Azadi officiates, Chopper takes up the role of ringbearer.

In this AU, Ursa and Alrich have unfortunately died at this point, so it is Kanan (who is not dead coincidently) who walks the bride down the aisle, albeit with a full Clan Wren honor guard.

Their rings are forged from a beskar/electrum alloy, Sabine's fitted with a small Lothal fire ruby.

Highlights of the reception included a heartfelt, tear-inducing speech from Hera, Zare Leonis and Jai Kell hoisting the groom onto their shoulders and parading him around, Artoo and Chopper stealing a couple of glasses just so they could make a toast, and Fenn Shysa leading the Mandalorians in attendance in song to honor the bride.

The biggest highlight of all, however, is when it comes time for the bouquet and garter. Seeing as the bride and groom are a Mandalorian warrior and a Jedi Knight respectively, they're not just going to throw these things away. You want them? You have to fight for them.

Hence, the dance floor becomes a battleground. Sabine even specifically tailored her dress so that the skirt could break away into something more manageable. One by one, the bachelors and bachelorettes stepped up to try their luck, and each found themselves flat on their backs in short order. As it's all in good fun, nobody is actually hurt, though Wedge and Hobbie do have to drag a dazed Tristan away after his new brother-in-law throws him several yards. Everyone else thought it was hilarious.

After about twelve different ladies try and fail, Leia finally pins Sabine and claims the bouquet. Needless to say, the knowing smirk she throws Han causes more than a few chuckles (by sheer coincidence, Han and Leia's wedding takes place within the year)

Eleven strapping gentlemen try and fail to get the garter, everyone stops to state at Ezra's next challenger; a dirty blonde ex-farmhand from Tatooine. Deciding to give the other guests a show, Ezra and Luke decide to forgo the wrestling match everyone else had tried at this point and whip out the lightsabers.

Despite Threepio and AP-5's indignant protests due to the sheer state of ruin their formal wear will be in, the assembled guests are treated to a spectacular lightsaber duel that becomes even more crazy when Zeb and Lando start a betting pool. Hera is initially also exasperated, but her complaints fall off once she notices Mon Mothma quietly putting ten credits on Luke.

Finally, after a solid ten minutes of slashing, with their suits reduced to charred shreds, Ezra is finally forced to concede to Jedi Skywalker. When Ezra apologizes to his bride for the state of disrepair he is now in, Sabine simply shuts him up with a kiss.

The entire event wraps up with a phenomenal fireworks display, which Sabine will cite for years to come as her finest work.

After all that excitement, Ezra and Sabine leave for a much-needed two-week honeymoon at a lake house on one of Lothal's inland seas. No work, no adventures, just themselves and time to relax.

*The big crux of this AU is the Ghost crew being part of the OT and onward. During this time, the two groups of protags become super close, with Ezra and Luke especially becoming close friends (in no small part to the whole Jedi deal).

(Microheroes built from templates by cptmeatman, SpectorKnight,the-collector-13, and any others I cannot remember)