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Long Drive

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader Reader - y/n Rating - 18 + (In car touching/ hj) Word Count - 1823

Benny sat in his little blue beetle, having removed his hat and his trench coat. it was a long drive after all. he had to drive all the way home from the tournament in New Mexico all the way home to Brooklyn New York. Luckily he wasn't doing the drive completely alone, as he had Y/n with him.

Y/n was a fellow chess competitor, nowhere near Benny's level but still good in her own right. She lived in Brooklyn too having recently bought a house there. so instead of a flight back, she was road-tripping home with Benny. Y/n sat on the passenger side of the bench seat in his beetle wearing her high-waisted jeans and a button-up blue blouse. Her hair in the classic sixties curls with a headband. Passing the time by painting her nails with a deep purple-coloured polish.

Benny glanced over at her, his eyes leaving the road to view her painting her nails. Not that she even really noticed that he loved it. hell, he doesn’t think she even noticed he was looking at her nails. Benny took his eyes off of her and back on the road. After a few more minutes of driving he spoke up, “Ya gotta tell me somethin’.”

"Mhm?" Y/n asked in the middle of a session of drying blowing softly on her nails,

Benny reached towards the glove box grabbing a pack of cigarettes with his free hand. he stuck one in his mouth before rolling down the window and igniting it with a single strike of a match. He took a few deep inhales before exhaling the smoke out the window and turning to look at her again. “What’s your type?”

"In what?" She asked, “Chess styles?”

Benny chuckled and shook his head. he took another inhale of the cigarette before throwing it out the window, “Not chess styles, I mean men. like what kind of guys do you look for?”

She laughed taking the cigarette from him to take a drag herself "I don't know… Always thought nerds were cute. Those adorable little chess club boys who call you miss. You show a nerd boy attention he'll love you forever."

Benny chuckled at the response and rolled his eyes, shaking his head at her. “Nerds? really? you do know all chess players are nerds right?”

"Exactly. Why do you think I got into it? Fun what to pick up cute boys in high school and just stick with it." She smiled handing the cigarette back, "I must have taken every virginity in that class club in high school…"

Benny laughed took the cigarette back and took another long puff. “Damn, and I was not invited?”

"I don't know, you were probably off doing all your chess tournaments." She laughed, "and I went to Rochester you went to Petersfield"

Benny nodded and took another puff from the cigarette. he blew the smoke and smiled as he looked back at her, “Yeah… you probably right. I was a cocky little bastard back then. hell I still am now but I was worse. I was too busy beating everybody instead of going to meet a cute girl like you.”

"I don't think you'd have liked me then."

Benny shrugged and took another puff from the smoke before putting it out. “Why not? a pretty girl like you. I'm sure I would’ve been all over ya.”

"I don't it. I wasn't this pretty then."

Benny raised an eyebrow

“What? What do you mean “not this pretty”? you ugly duckling back then or something?” he knew that wasn’t true but he teased her anyway

"Yep, chubby. Acne. Greasy hair. Proper little horror show. The one saving grace that got me all the chess boys was my enormous for my age tits."

Benny laughed at her response. she seemed like she was joking but you could also see in her eyes she meant it. “And what made you change? did some pretty little boy come along and change your heart or something?”

she shrugged "no, I matured. Found good shampoo, figured out make-up, stopped eating a whole pack of crackers before bed every day." She laughed "figured myself out and I think I'm pretty settled now." She nodded doing another coat on her nails,

“Yeah, you are pretty” Benny chuckled as he kept staring at her intently, “How come you still aren’t taken? a pretty little thing like you.”

"I think boys find me Intimidating"

Benny chuckled, clearly not believing that “Intimidating? you? bullshit. guys might be nervous around you but there’s no way they find you ‘intimidating’ they probably think you’re outta their league is what it is”

"maybe. I don't care. I have a vibrator what do I need men for."

Benny raised his eyebrow and chuckled in response. he reached and grabbed at the cigarette pack and opened it, sticking another cigarette while smirking at her “Oh do you now?”

"yep." She nodded

Benny took another long puff from the cigarette before speaking again, “And how often you use it?”

"…every other day I guess"

Benny nodded and smirked as he took another puff from the cigarette, and looking back at the road “So you’re saying you only use that thing once every two days”

"yeah? Why?"

“Nothing… just a little surprised is all” he took another puff from his cigarette and exhaled “I would’ve assumed you’d use it more than that”

"oh? Why? You got a little flashlight you use three times a day?"

“What if I told you I don’t use one?”

"oh? What then just your hand? Or you got a bunch of girlies in New York you call up to come jump on your cock?"

Benny chuckled and took the last puff of the cigarette before tossing it out the window. he looked at her and smirked again as he spoke “Nope. nothing like that either…” he laughed, “…I just go without…”

"Seriously?"

“Seriously… why are you surprised?”

"Kinda… When was the last time you fucked something?"

“It’s been six months since I had sex…”

"god damn!" She laughed, "awwwwww poor benny."

“Oh shut up” he said jokingly,

"and the last time you… You know?"

Benny glanced over at her again and smirked. he took a moment before giving an answer “Been over a year for that one…”

"a year!" She laughed "Come on you've got to be doing it in your sleep or something at this point"

“No I’m serious. it’s been a year since I’ve did that too”

"you must be so frustrated"

“Eh… I suppose so… but I’m a big boy, I can control my urges”

"Can you?" She laughed "What happens when you get hard? All men get randomly hard Benny"

“Yeah… I guess I do get hard… I just control it… it’s all about self-discipline. I have chess to worry about.”

she rolled her eyes and finished with her nails "Sounds boring"

Benny chuckled and glanced over at her again, a smirk on his face, “And using that toy every two days isn’t boring?”

"nope. It's amazing. And I mix it up I have other toys."

Benny chuckled, hearing that she had other toys definitely peaked his interest “Oh really now? How many toys do you have?”

"….Hu…. Lost track."

Benny chuckled at her response, he wasn’t expecting that answer but was intrigued… he glanced at her again, his smirk still on his face “Damn that many huh?”

she nodded

“I’d love to see that collection sometime”

"You're welcome to come over and see it. Feel free to borrow something if you want"

Benny chuckled and looked at her, his smirk growing as he glanced over at her and spoke again “Oh yeah? You going to let me play with your toys love?”

"Sure." She shrugged

“You know I’m gonna hold you to that right?”

"fine. So long as you let me watch."

“You wanna watch me play with your toys huh?” he smirked, “Is that your idea of a good time love?”

"Indeed it is." She smirked checking her nails were dry, and then getting a sly smile, she slid over moving across the bench seat so her leg was against Benny's. "hi Benjamin…" She cooed

Benny chuckled and looked down at her laying her head on his shoulder. he couldn’t say that he disliked the feeling… but hearing his full first name was annoying as hell, especially in that tone she had said it in, “You know I hate it when you call me that love”

"oh, I know." She nodded her hand slipping across his thigh

Benny felt a shiver run down his spine as her hand moved across his thigh, but still tried to keep his composure. he looked at her, raising an eyebrow as he spoke again, “And you’re doing it anyway”

"Indeed I am." She smirked squeezing his crotch,

Benny bit back a moan as he felt her hand on his crotch. it’d been so long since someone had touched him like that… but he couldn’t let her know that… he had to keep his composure “Yeah? And why is that love?”

"because it frustrates and annoys you." Y/n smirked purposely rubbing and stroking through his jeans,

Benny grunted, feeling her rubbing and stroking him through his jeans. it felt good… but he wasn’t gonna let her win so easily, “Yeah? And you get off on pissing me off?”

"no, but I think you do." She whispered kissing his cheek as she felt him harden into her hand so she began to get faster knowing it was working.

Benny bit his lip as she started to get faster. he was trying to concentrate on the road… but that was getting more difficult as she continued, “Yeah? And what makes you say that love?”

"the fact that I can feel how hard you are getting."

Benny grunted in response, “Yeah? You like that? Like feeling how hard you’re making me?”

"mhm" she nodded picking a spot on his neck to form a hickey

Benny bit back a moan again, feeling her hickey on his neck, he struggled to keep his composure, trying to keep focus on the road “You’re enjoying this way too much love…”

"Well it's a long drive back home. I have to find some toy to entertain myself." She whispered her fingers toying with his belt,

Benny grunted softly as her hand played with his belt, he was struggling to stay focused on the road. he looked over at her with a smirk, “So you going to entertain yourself by teasing me the whole drive love?”

"I might." She smirked

Benny chuckled in response, he thought about stopping her… but the feeling of her hand on him felt too damn good, “You’re going to make it very difficult to drive safely with you touching me like that love…”

"Hummm… Then pull over." She smirked undoing his belt and jeans slipping her hand in purposely not grabbing him stroking around teasingly "Now where's that nice hard cock then?"

Benny groaned “You’re going to be the death of me love…” Benny pulled the car off to the side of the road, in a secluded spot. he looked at her and smirked before speaking “You asked for this love…”

"did I?" She giggled,

Benny chuckled and leaned in closer to her, his smirk still on his face “Yeah… you did, you naughty little thing” he growled pulling her into a kiss,

[the-fiction-witch]

As Do I

Media - EPIC The Musical Saga Character - Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca Couple - Telemachus X Reader Reader - Princess Y/n of Zakynthos (scared Eye) Rating - 15 Word Count - 1413

Telemachus walked the vast halls of the palace that he called home. The tall walls were carved with intricate works, marble smooth below his feet, arch after arch letting in the sea air and the bright sun. Each arch held a statue of one of the many Olympians adorned with various offerings at their feet. His eyes fell as they often did to the waves crashing far across the horizon, wishing he would see a ship heading home or on the many details of the palace that his mother used to point out for him when he was young, small secrets his father had built into the palace one of the few things that physically remained of his influence.

He had grown tired of watching his mother weave, leaving her to the endless business well guarded by men he trusted, of course. And he had grown sick of the endless crudeness of the suitors lingering in the Palace halls, the jokes at his behest had hit a nerve with him today, and he could not bear to hear a single more bark of ‘Little Wolf’ behind his back.

So he walked, keeping his steps silent in his sandals, his white and blue robes around him comfortably with ever his sword at his side, with his golden laurels sitting in his hair.

But in truth, Telemachus felt alone… more so than he had in a long time.

Suddenly, he perked up. He heard gentle footsteps behind him. Tension bubbled up inside him as he pictured another of the suitors coming to torment him. Without hesitation, he drew his sword and spun around to face the stalker.

However, he was not met by the face of one of his mother’s drunken suitors.

Instead, he was met by the figure of a woman.

She wore dark leather sandals laced up her legs, a long purple skirt with a silver pattern around the hem, and a lavender chiffon held at her shoulders by two silver clasps. She had a silver necklace that hung down her chest and long curls of hair that hid her face.

He was, of course, taken aback by the sight, he was sure he had not seen this maiden before. “Hello?” He raised an eyebrow but did not lower his sword,

“Good Afternoon, Prince Telemachus.” She said, her tone prim and proper. She curtsied low, never raising her head or meeting his eye.

“You know my name?” He asked as he stepped closer,

“Why wouldn’t I know the name of Prince Telemachus, son of Odysseus, Prince of Ithaca.”

His eyes narrowed, and the grip on his blade tightened, “what manner of god or monster are you?” He muttered, “What is your name, Maiden?”

“Princess Y/n, daughter of Pellantos. Princess of Zakynthos.”

Telemachus’ eyes shot open wide as he realised who she was, he had spoken to King Pellantos of Zakynthos many times over diplomatic matters, he didn’t even know he had a daughter! He felt foolish to question her, and immediately, he slid his sword back into his scabbard and dropped to one knee. He took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles softly, “Forgive me, I- I was unaware of your coming. I- I should have been at the docks to meet you. My humblest apologies, Princess.”

She softly giggled, “It is alright. You had no way of knowing it was me.” She said, tugging on his hand to pull him back to his feet.

He smiled back at her, “What brings you here, princess? I had not heard anything from your father that would need urgency.” He asked, “And I assume you are not meetly here to grant me the pleasure of your company,”

“I wish I was,” she said, “But unfortunately not.”

“Then what?”

“I come simply as a guest to your palace.” She said, her tone became uncomfortable, “My brother comes to your palace as a suitor for your mother, it pains me to say.”

His heart briefly stopped, and a sick vile gathered in his throat. For a moment, he could be fooled to believe perhaps she was here to see him. But no… merely accompanying her brother’s lust over his mother’s hand. “I see…” His hands fell to his sides and balled into fists,

“Please… forgive me. I- I didn’t mean to-” She began, “I am sorry, words are not my forte.” She said, “My brother has no desire to be here, but my father insists. My father insists I come with him-”

“You have nothing to apologise for.” He interrupted, “Your brother is not the first, and I am sure not the last to linger here awaiting my mother.” he looked away, “They will wait a long time.”

She nodded, “I know… no man can replace your father in her heart. Even if he was never to return, I know the throne will remain cold at her side.”

“You’re right.” He nodded, “My mother will never give up on my father. Even after twenty years…”

“Understandable… Nor would I.”

“Few of us in this world who would.” he sighed,

“I am sorry… I fear I have only caused you pain -”

“Do not apologise, princess.” he told her, “To tell you the truth… I have grown tired of such conversations.”

“Forgive me-”

“But.” he told her, “I would rather have them with you, than anyone else.”

“As would I.”

“If I may? You have not met my eyes in all the time we have spoken?” He smiled,

“…I- it is not something most people find easy.”

He gently brought a hand to her chin and stroked her skin softly, “And why is that princess? Is it that hard to look at me?” He chuckled, “May I?”

She softly nodded and allowed Telemachus to lift her head, letting her hair fall away and reveal her face. One eye was as bright as the ocean, as if Poseidon himself had bottled a calm and beautiful sea for her eyes, and the other was white like a cloud with a long scar from her eyebrow to her cheek.

His breath left him, his heart raced, and words came tumbling from his lips without thought, “You’re captivating…”

Y/n blushed and tried to look away,

But Telemachus held her in his sight, he felt his body burning as if aphrodite had lit a fire under his ass. And uncontrollably, he leant towards her, “You shouldn’t hide your eyes, princess. Not from me.”

“Why not?”

“Because even in a simple look… I don’t ever want them to look away from me.”

“You mean it?”

“With all my heart.” his hand fell to take her own,

“That is sweet, my prince-”

“Telemachus. Please.” he begged her, “I never want your gaze to leave my own, I want to hear my name upon your lips a thousand times, I… I want my hand to linger in yours until we are nothing but bones.” He explained before he shook himself out, “Forgive me, I-”

“As do I.”

“You- You do!”

She nodded, blushing hard,

“Y/n… may I be… forward, Sweet princess?”

“Yes, Telemachus?”

“May- May I kiss you?”

Y/n gasped in shock, her eyes fluttering a few times before she spoke, “We- I- We shouldn’t.”

A frown fell on his face,

“I want to.” She told him, holding his hand tight, “I want to… so very much. But- But if my brother saw it.”

He sighed and nodded, “I- I understand.” He murmured, “But… I want to kiss you. Truly, I do. More than anything.” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist,

“As do I.” She whispered,

“Tell me… tell me this is what you want,” he begged,

“I do.” She nodded, laying her head on his chest,

“As do I.” he said, “I beg of you… meet me again, somewhere we can be alone,”

“Where? When?”

“… meet me in the gardens near the edge of the palace tonight. Sunset.” He said,

She nodded and slowly stepped out of his arms,

He nodded and stepped back to their hands, the last thing to separate, “Please… do not be late.”

“I won't, I promise.”

“Until then, my darling,” he blew her a kiss,

She giggled, blushing hard and blowing him a small kiss back with her hand,

Which he happily pretended to catch as he watched her go.

Telemachus sighed happily, hands resting on his sword, feeling the blush in his cheeks. He had never imagined he’d get so smitten, let alone so fast, but… he truly felt it. And as he continued his walk, he couldn't help but imagine tonight already making plans for what on earth he would say.

[the-fiction-witch]

Sweet Boy

Media - My Left Hand Man/ Phantom Halo / Sleep No More Character - Samuel Emmerson Couple - Samuel X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 15 (Abuse/ Trauma) Word Count - 2062

Samuel was avoiding going home. he usually did his best to avoid the house as much as possible. his dad was either out drinking or at home drinking and he didn't want to bear witness to either. his brother was likely out with a girl or arguing with their dad. so once he finished his street performance for the day, he gave his brother the money and headed to the only place he could be, warm, safe and comfortable that wouldn't kick him out for not being a customer after an hour.

He walked across town to the small comic book and record store. heading inside and inhaling the sweet scent that only comics and records have. The scent had become a comfort these days, As he arrived a bell on the door tolled grabbing the attention of the girl on the counter.

Y/n was preparing some comics for the shelves and pricing them as she spoke without looking up, "We’re closing." Y/n snapped,

As soon as he heard her voice he felt a wave of comfort wash over him and his shoulders untensed. he smiled to himself and walked over to the counter, resting his forearms against the countertop, "can't you make an exception? for little 'ol me?" he asked

she looked up and smiled, "Sorry Sammy, I didn't know it was you, sweet boy." She cooed kissing his forehead

samuel blushed gently, "is it really that bad if I stay a few extra minutes? just… to see the new issues you've gotten in?" he asked hopefully,

"course not, you stay as long as you like." Y/n smiled,

another wave of comfort hit him when she said that, it was like a weight was lifted off his shoulders, "You sure? The store will be closed after all" he said looking at the store's clock,

"That doesn't apply to you. I'll finish up my work and you can come lay down in the apartment." She said,

He felt a flutter in his chest he didn't know how to express how grateful that made him, "You're a lifesaver, you know that?" he replied, a soft smile on his lips

"I'd rather you be here. Then anywhere else." She smiled,

His heart fluttered again. so he just stepped around the counter and wrapped his thin arms around her waist and buried his head in the crook of her neck

"awww, hello sweet boy." She cooed running her fingers through his hair,

He leaned into the touch, feeling a little shiver run down his spine. He pulled her a little closer and let out a deep exhale, the feeling of her fingers in his hair was calming, and he wanted to stay right there forever

"Come on, let me lock up and you can go have a nice little nap." Y/n smiled,

He nodded in response, but didn't let go of her just yet. He didn't want to let go, he wanted to stay right in this warm and calming embrace for as long as possible. he could already feel the exhaustion he pushed back to perform all day make its way to the surface

"Come on, let me lock up you can cuddle in a minute."

He let out a huff and reluctantly let go, but a pout stayed on his mouth.

Y/n locked the doors putting the shutters down. Turning things off and cashing the till out. She took Samuel's hand and led him upstairs to her apartment. It wasn't much just a small studio with a bathroom, kitchen and large living room that was also her bedroom. A few boxes of stock by the door, a large TV on the wall, the bed unmade and her cat Cosmo sat on the sofa like he owned the place. But everything was clean, tidy, and safe.

Samuel allowed himself to relax even further. This was the place he had come to call his second home. All that filled the apartment was warmth and safety. He loved it here. "Cosmo!" He moved to the sofa and sat down next to the cat. He gave the cat a gentle scratch behind the ears,

"Tea?" She asked as she locked the door,

the sound of the door locking made him feel safer and more at ease. He felt bad that he always came here to feel safe, but at this point, he didn't have anywhere or anyone else who really cared, "Tea sounds great" he said, still scratching behind Cosmo's ears

Y/n smiled and made Samuel a big cup of tea. Bringing over the tea and a tin of biscuits to the coffee table,

He smiled happily He always loved the owl mug she gave him, it made his tea taste better "Thank you so much" he took a deep sip of the hot tea, letting it warm him up and soothe the soreness in his throat. He glanced at the bin of biscuits and let out a huff "You're not trying to fatten me up, are you?"

"… wouldn't be a bad idea." She chuckled, "You still fit into shirts from the juniors section Sam I think you could only benefit from more meat on your bones."

He shrugged and took another sip of his tea, he supposed she was right. He was pretty tiny after all, he would probably be described as looking like a strong gust of wind could knock him over, "I guess it wouldn't hurt" he mumbled, taking a biscuit and popping it in his mouth.

"…when was the last time you had a meal?" She asked carefully,

He looked away for a moment, "Uhhhh…" He had to think about that, when was the last time he had a proper meal? Was it two days ago? Was it a week ago? It was definitely too long and he knew that,

"And a cup of dollar store jello is not a meal."

He chuckled dryly at that, he had definitely used that excuse of "having eaten" when it was just a few small snacks. It was mostly all he and his brother could afford after all, "Yeah, I know… it's just not always easy, that's all" he mumbled, taking a few more sips of tea and avoiding eye contact,

"Samuel. Please, when was it?" She asked sitting with him and placing her hand on his both on top of Cosmo the cat who seemed unbothered,

He closed his eyes for a moment, sighing quietly. He really didn't want to tell her, he knew she'd be disappointed in him, "….a few days ago. I ate a meal a few days ago" Well, it wasn't a lie. It was just a few days. He was just being vague

"my poor sweet boy." She cooed kissing his forehead, "What do you want?"

He found himself leaning into the touch again. He was tired and the comfort was starting to become a little overwhelming "Uhhh… I don't know… " He replied. He honestly didn't know what he wanted. All he really wanted was to curl up and sleep for days on end, not having to think about everything else for a little bit

"anything you want, pizza, burger, Chinese food?" She asked,

He thought for a moment, before shyly mumbling, "…. a burger and some fries would be nice…"

"Okay, I'll order from that nice place downtown." She cooed tussling his hair "You have a nice cuddle with Cosmo he'll give you some happy kisses and forehead bumps"

he smiled slightly at that, "Thanks… and yeah, come on, Cosmo, gimme some love" he said, petting and rubbing the cat head which soon started bumping its head against Samuel's hand as if to say "pet me more"

Y/n laughed and used her phone to order food. She ordered alot likely way more than either of them would eat but Samuel didn't come by often even if she wished he did. And she wanted to make sure he had a full tummy even if it cost her a little more. She could just shove it in her refrigerator anyway. She put the order in and kept an eye on it while she watched Samuel and Cosmo. The little cat really loved Samuel as if the cat knew all his troubles and sadnesses and wanted to take them all away, Y/n came over and stroked samuels head and almost like a kitten he bumped his forehead against her hand just as Cosmo did to Samuel. "so, anything you wanna tell me about?" Y/n asked trying to find out if anything big had happened since she saw him last. Something usually had. Punishments, injuries, visitors.

He let out an almost unnoticeable sigh, she probably wouldn't like any of the news that had happened since she saw him last. Most of it wasn't exactly good. "Not much, really…." He didn't want to worry her, she had seen the state he was in and she had to deal with his crap a lot. She didn't really need to know about the new and creative punishments.

"Samuel… Tell me. Or not Cosmo." She playfully threatened,

"…. well, it's nothing really" he mumbled "Dad was in a terrible mood a few days ago and he uh… he was more rough than usual…" He said,

"oh, my sweet boy." She sighed hugging him tight,

he leaned into the warm embrace and buried his head into the crook of her neck. The hug felt so warm and inviting and he wanted so badly to just stay in that embrace forever "It was my fault anyway. I probably deserved it-" he mumbled

"no! Nope. Don't you even start with that shit. It is not your fault I promise it's not."

He stayed buried into the crook of her neck. he was quiet for a moment or so before speaking again and he found himself feeling a little guilty "But I…. I did something wrong… that's why he did it…" he mumbled,

"nope. I guarantee you didn't do anything wrong sweet boy." She cooed

"…. you sure?" He mumbled

"I'm sure, come on what was it about?" She asked

he let out a soft sigh into her neck and he closed his eyes. This was humiliating. He knew he couldn't avoid answering forever but he really didn't want to say it out loud "….he….. he found my comic books…" He mumbled

she sighed "sweet boy, I run a comic book store. If reading comics got you beat you do you think I'd still be in business. It's not your fault not at all sweet boy. It's his fault for snapping and taking his anger out on this beautiful boy"

he buried his head even further into her neck at those words. He felt so small in that moment and it was both comfortable and extremely embarrassing at the same time. It was almost strange how quickly she could make him feel both safe and vulnerable, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, just embarrassing sometimes, "…. you really think I'm beautiful?" He mumbled shyly

"very beautiful, and smart, and strong," she cooed

he couldn’t help the little smile that formed on his face at her words. It always amazed him how she could say and think those things about him, it was almost unbelievable sometimes. He wanted to protest and say he wasn’t any of those things, but her words were so much louder and they were winning he snuggled even further into the crook of her neck, almost clinging to her like a small child

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" She whispered

he was quiet for a moment before nodding and mumbling "…. can I?" he felt a little guilty at asking, he hated it that she practically let him crash her apartment every other night

"of course you can." She nodded

he felt a mixture of relief and guilt at how quickly she agreed.

"You can stay here tonight, stay here tomorrow, stay as long as you want. I'd rather you be here with me. Where I know your safe"

He felt another warm fuzzy feeling at that. He knew she would let him stay, she always did, but it always amazed how fast she was in letting him stay he snuggled a bit further into her neck before mumbling "… if I stay… you'll let me pay you back right?"

"Yes," she rolled her eyes "You can pay me back in cuddles for Cosmo."

he let out a light laugh at that and smiled against her neck "Yeah? You'd want cuddles from me in payment?" he mumbled. He would do way more than just cuddles if it meant repaying her kindness

"that's all." She cooed,

“Thank you Y/n.”

“You’re welcome Sweet boy,”

[the-fiction-witch]

Luna P5

Media - House Of The Dragon AU Alternate Universe - Modern College / Uni Kids Character - Oscar Tully (Age Up) Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - Luna Rating - 12 Word Count - 1499

They soon arrived and parked up, "Have a good day, and I expect to hear what she says about her flowers" Grover laughed,

Oscar chuckled, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the thought of giving the flowers to Luna. "I will, Grandfather. I'll text you her reaction. I'm sure she'll love them. But yes, I'll let you know." He gathered his things, and then got out of the car, waving to his grandfather before heading onto the campus. As Oscar walked through the bustling campus, surrounded by other students getting to and from classes, his heart began to race with excitement. He clutched the bouquet of flowers a little tighter, the crinkling of the paper wrapper adding to his anticipation. "Okay, calm down. Just act normal," he muttered to himself, trying to rein in his emotions. He was excited to see Luna and see her reaction to the flowers, but he didn't want to come across as overbearingly enthusiastic. But… he really was thinking about it,

Once Oscar spotted Luna by the vending machines, his heart skipped a beat. She looked absolutely stunning, her black jumper, black tights and purple plaid skirt, her hair in a braid falling over her shoulder He took a deep breath, trying to act cool and calm as he approached her hiding the flowers behind him, "Hey, Luna," he said, keeping his voice even though he was secretly bursting with excitement.

"awww there you are. I was getting worried you usually text me all morning." She laughed giving his cheek a kiss,

"Yes yes, I uhh I got busy with some stuff." He held the bouquet of flowers behind his back as he spoke, trying to keep them hidden from her view for the moment He cleared his throat, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement as he looked at her face, illuminated by the morning sunlight. "I uh… I actually have something for you…"

"oh? For me!" She got excited, "is it a kiss? A slushie? Some nuggets?" She asked getting excited for the usual things he brought her,

Oscar chuckled at her guesses, finding her excitement adorable. He loved seeing her face light up whenever he brought her treats or little surprises "No, no. It's not a kiss or a slushie or nuggets. It's something else. But I think you'll like it." He moved the bouquet of flowers forward, revealing them to her for the first time.

Luna's eyes widened and she looked in disbelief "…for… For me?"

Oscar nodded, unable to keep the smile from spreading across his face. He could see the surprise and happiness in her eyes as she looked at the bouquet, exactly the reaction he had hoped for "Yes. For you. I wanted to do something special, something more than the usual treats and snacks. I thought you might like these."

"aaaaaawwwwwww!" She whimpers "Oscar!" She began to cry gently taking the flowers and holding them to her chest "They're beautiful…"

Oscar felt his heart swell at her reaction. Seeing her tear up and hold the bouquet to her chest filled him with joy and relief. And just seeing her like this made him want to ask all the more. "You like them? They're your favourite colours, see? And there's daisies, and tulips…" He gently reached out to wipe a tear from her cheek, feeling a wave of tenderness overwhelm him

"there perfect." She whimpers fighting back her tears of joy as she hugged him "Thank you Oscar! Thank you so so much"

Oscar hugged her back, holding her close. He could feel her head against his chest as she spoke, her voice filled with gratitude and emotion He ran his hand over her hair, gently stroking it comforting her "You're welcome, sweetheart. I'm so glad you like them. I wanted to do something special for you.” He smiled, and in that moment as he held her, as he smelt her hair, felt her soft joyful tears, he thought about it again, how much he wanted a life with her, and how he wanted to be like his grandparents, a long life of love and joy with Luna beside him, and after all this thinking he just decided in that moment, he’d ask her. “…And there's something else, too."

"oh?" she asked looking up at him,

He reached up once more, gently wiping away a tear from her cheek. Her crying, silent as it was, tugged at his heartstrings. He took a deep breath, "I… I've been thinking a lot about us. About you. And I… I have something I want to ask you. Something big." He paused for a moment, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling inside him. He was nervous, excited, and also strangely calm. He knew deep down that he wanted this, that he wanted her. He had been thinking about this for a while now, and he knew he was ready to ask He took one of her hands in his, holding it gently "I don't want to live a moment without you. I don't want there to be a single day when I don't wake up next to you. So, Luna…" He looked her straight in the eyes, his heart beating fast as he prepared to ask the most important question of his life, "Would you marry me?"

"you… You mean it?" Luna choked up

He held her gaze, his heart overflowing with love and certainty "I do. I mean it. With all of my heart. I want to marry you, Luna. Will you be mine? Forever?"

"ohh Oscar!" She cried pulling him into a tearful loving kiss,

He returned the kiss hungrily, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as she accepted his proposal. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and tight against him, never wanting to let go. He could feel her tears against his cheeks as they kissed, and he savored the feeling of her lips against his. All the pent up anxiety and nervousness melted away in that moment, replaced by pure happiness and love

she pulled back and nuzzled into his chest "of course I will!"

He felt a wave of relief and joy wash over him as her words sank in. She had said yes. She was going to marry him. He held her close, gently stroking her hair and resting his cheek against the top of her head "I love you, Luna. I love you so much."

"I love you too Oscar!"

He smiled, feeling utterly and completely happy in that moment. She loved him, and she was going to be his wife. He couldn't have asked for more. He gently pulled back to look at her face, wiping away a tear from her cheek "We're getting married. We're really getting married." He let out a soft laugh, feeling almost lightheaded with joy and excitement. Every part of his body felt alive, and he found himself wanting to do nothing but hold her close forever "I can't believe it. This is surreal. But the best kind of surreal. I love you so much, Luna."

"I love you more this is the best day of my life!" She smiled hugging her beautiful flowers "my handsome future hubby"

He smiled, feeling a sense of pride and happiness at being referred to as her future husband. The words sounded like music to his ears "Your handsome future hubby, huh? I quite like the sound of that." He chuckled, gently taking her by the waist and pulling her closer "You're the most beautiful future wife-to-be I've ever seen."

she giggled and kissed him again before nuzzling into his shirt, "So? Does this mean I'll be Luna Tully someday?"

He smiled, holding her close as she nuzzled into his shirt. He could feel her breath against his chest, and it sent a pleasant shiver down his spine "Yes, yes it does. My beautiful, perfect future wife. Mrs Luna Tully. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

Luna nodded "Speaking of rings? Will I get one of those too?"

He chuckled softly, his heart fluttering as she mentioned rings. Of course, she would want a ring. How could he have forgotten something so important "Oh, absolutely. Of course you'll have a ring. I wouldn't dream of not getting you the most beautiful engagement ring I can find."

"as you asked without it, we can go shopping for one together!"

"Great idea. We can go out and find the perfect ring together. Something we both love. And I know you'll look absolutely stunning wearing it."

Luna nodded still crying she was so happy

He held her close, letting her tears soak into his shirt. Her happiness and emotional response to the proposal made his heart swell with love and joy "There, there..No more tears now, love, you're going to ruin your make-up." He chuckled lightly, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb

"I know… But I'm just so happy"

He smiled, understanding her joyful tears completely "I know, love. I'm so happy too. This is the happiest I've ever been. I get to marry you, and that's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

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Albert Atredies Masterlist

The Storm - 15 The Storm P2 - 18 The Lone Survivor - 15 Lorelei - 12

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Then Go

Media - Nanny Mcphee Character - Simon Brown (Age Up Teenagers) Couple - Simon X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 926

Simon was in his treehouse, throwing and catching a ball in his hands. He heard someone climb up and it was Y/n, the neighbour girl. "I brought cookies," Y/n replied chipper as ever as she presented the silver tin filled with her usual chocolate chip cookies.

Simon looked at the cookies, his anger slowly going down as his mouth watered, he was hungry, "You didn't poison them right?"

"Now why would I poison them? I'm the first person police would suspect." She says fully climbing inside in her usual dress and sliding the cookies to him like a peace offering "sooo… Why are you fighting with your daddy?"

he quickly snatched a cookie from the tin, "Why wouldn't I fight with him? I hate him." he said while still eating the cookie

"You don't hate him. he's your dad. Without him you literally wouldn't exist Simon."

he scoffed, "Just cause I wouldn't exist without him, doesn't make him any better. In fact it's kinda his fault I exist, so why would I even like him anyway."

Y/n rolled her eyes "When did you get so pessimistic."

he finished another cookie before looking at her and answering, "Oh I don't know, probably when my mother died and now I gotta practically be the parent because my dad can't raise 6 children on his own cause he's too busy working all the time."

"and that's no one's fault Simon. Tragedy happens it's unfortunate but it does."

he rolled his eyes "Whatever. You don't get it and you never will, you're just a dumb girl!"

"…. I will respect your upset and not slap you round the back of the head for that Simon." She glared "If you’re so angry why don't you just leave?"

he glared at her with his arms crossed, "And go where? Where would I go huh? I don't have any money and all those government homes are terrible so where exactly should I go?"

"Your great aunt will take you."

he scoffed again and sat back down while rolling his eyes again, "Are you kidding? No way, I don't wanna live with that old bat."

"Well then run away and become a shoeshine boy. Or a paperboy. Or I suppose a dock boy I'm sure you're appealing to someone."

he leaned back, "..don't tempt me with a good time. At least I wouldn't have to hear my little siblings yelling or take care of the baby anymore."

"Well then, go."

he looked at her like she was crazy. "What you're.. you're allowing me to run away..?"

"Simon if you're clearly that unhappy nothing I say is going to change that. So fine go. And I'll be here to pick up the pieces when it cripples your whole family, emotionally breaks your father, and causes all your siblings to effectively mourn you assuming they'll never see you again." She explained "If you wanna go. Then go. but don't sit around pouting in your treehouse. buck up. or shut up."

he sat in silence as she went on her little rant. It was dead quiet in the treehouse, he thought about what she said. "I-" he couldn't find his words so he slumped back, "..Nevermind. I'll.. I'll stay.. I'm not gonna run off I just… can I have another cookie? I.. I'm still hungry."

"go on, have as many as you want." She cooed "it's a shit situation Simon I understand that, your dad is being inconsiderate of your feelings and your family all need to be pulling their weight not just you. But hiding and pouting in your tree house isn't going to fix anything. Talk to your dad. Like a man, don't scream and shout at him really sit down and talk with him same as your siblings."

he groaned while eating another cookie, "It's hard to talk to him when all he's ever focused on is work. I can't remember the last time we really talked about anything. It's always just.. 'how was school' and 'homework done?'. That's it.. I don't know if I have the balls to sit down and talk to him without it just becoming another argument."

"I know it's hard." She nodded, before sliding her hand into his "I'll help you, I'll go with you"

his expression seemed to soften just a bit as his eyes travelled to their hands that were connected, "You.. you will? R-really?"

"of course, I'll be as close or as far as you want me to be. But of course, I'll help. And you know I'm only next door I'll happily help with your siblings. Take the girls off for flower picking and such to take things off your plate you only need ask."

he seemed to get slightly flustered and his skin felt a little warm as he looked at their still connected hands. "Oh, thanks a-and.. and.. that would be nice.. taking the girls off my hands for a bit…."

"I'd be delighted to help." She smiled "Besides I have to learn his to take care of little ones. What sort of future wifey would I be if I didn't learn?" She laughed

his face felt even more warm as this and he let out a light nervous laugh and tried to hide his face with his free hand "Heh, f-future.. r-right. Wifey."

"besides it's good for your family too like me." She cooed kissing his cheek

his face went fully red the minute she kissed his cheek. He was still holding her hand with his free one at this point and he was unable to make eye contact with her "Y-yeah… good for my family to like my future wife." he mumbled out quietly

“So? Shall we?”

“…Okay.” He nodded,

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Luna P4

Media - House Of The Dragon AU Alternate Universe - Modern College / Uni Kids Character - Oscar Tully (Age Up) Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - Luna Rating - 12 Word Count - 1921

The morning came sooner than he would've liked, with his alarm forcing him awake. Yawning, he sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes, momentarily disoriented before he remembered his plans for the day. With a resigned sigh, he swung his legs out of bed and stood up, stretching his arms above his head in an attempt to shake off the last lingering drowsiness. He quickly changed into some comfortable but presentable clothe for the day, a red t-shirt, blue plaid button down and some jeans, then opened the door, blinking against the bright morning light as he faced his grandfather with a crooked smile.

"Good morning, Grandfather..."

"morning. Come on then. Breakfast"

Oscar sat down for some scrambled eggs and toast. His grandparents reading the paper they had split up as always, Oscar smiled as he heard the familiar chime of a new message on his phone. He glanced down at the notification, seeing Luna's name on the screen.

'Luna 💜 - good morning 😘’

He quickly typed out a reply

'Oscar 💙 - Good morning, gorgeous 😘'

'Luna 💜 - ooh someone's up early, you don't usually reply so quickly in the morning usually not till after I've done my make up'

Oscar chuckled,

'Oscar 💙 - Yeah, well, I had a bit of unexpected motivation to be up and about this morning'

'Luna 💜 - oh? Was little fish all excited? 😉'

Oscar choked on his water as he read Luna's message, almost spitting out a mouthful. His cheeks turned a faint pink and he felt a mixture of mortification and amusement.

'Oscar 💙 - You're gonna kill me one day, you know that?'

'Luna 💜 - that's my plan 😘'

Luna then sent through a cute selfie in her mirror doing her make up, blowing him a kiss and still in her nightie,

Oscar's mouth went dry as he saw the picture Luna sent. It took him a few seconds to even blink, let alone form a coherent thought. The sight of her smiling face, the subtle glimpse of her chest, and the blown kiss sent a jolt of desire straight through him. He swallowed heavily, his hand gripping the phone tight trying not to get a hard-on at the breakfast table,

"Everything alright?" Grover asked,

Oscar quickly snapped out of his daze as his grandfather's voice broke through his thoughts. He nearly dropped his phone in surprise, stuffing it into his pocket as he looked up, his cheeks still tinged pink, "Y-yeah. Everything's fine... Just, uh, just a funny text from Luna." he stammered, hoping his grandfather wouldn't press him further and notice the slight bulge in his jeans

"oh? Let me see."

Oscar's heart skipped a beat as his grandfather asked to see the text. There was no way he was going to let his grandfather see Luna's picture. He quickly shook his head, "No! It's... it's private." he blurted out, knowing he sounded suspicious but not caring. He just needed to keep his phone and its contents away from his grandfather's prying eyes.

"mhm..." Grover chuckled

Oscar felt his cheeks grow even hotter under his grandfather's playful gaze. He knew his excuse about it being "private" was flimsy at best, but he was sticking to it. The last thing he needed was his grandfather snooping through his phone and seeing the explicit picture of Luna, and… the many other… less than PG photos and videos he had of his girlfriend, and him with his girlfriend, honestly his phone is just full of things his grandparents DO NOT need to see. "It's just... just private stuff."

"Sure..." Grover nodded and continued on with his breakfast.

Once the food was gone and the paper read, Grover and Oscar got into the car to drop Oscar off but of course first, they sent to get Luna some flowers,

Grover drove slowly and silently taking him towards the college Oscar and Luna both attend,

As they drove past the usual gas station and supermarket, Oscar grew more and more perplexed. He knew they had set out to buy some flowers for Luna, but he hadn't expected their destination to be so far away. He tried to hide his confusion, but he couldn't help feeling a twinge of curiosity. "Um, Grandfather, where are we going exactly to get flowers? We passed all the usual places already..."

"no, no you can't buy your lady those... Packaged flowers. You do it properly a proper florist"

Oscar's eyebrows raised in surprise as his grandfather explained their destination. A proper florist, not just the regular places they usually got flowers from. It seemed his grandfather was insisting on doing this right, "A proper florist, huh? I didn't know I had to impress her that much." he joked, He leaned back in the seat, drumming his fingers against his knee as they continued on their way,

"well, I'm getting Maybelle some anyway,"

Oscar glanced over at his grandfather, curious about the fact that he was also buying flowers for his wife "Oh? What's the occasion?"

"It's a Friday. Always buy her flowers on Fridays"

Oscar blinked, a little surprised by his grandfather's confession. "Every Friday, huh? Even now? You must really love her."

"Of course I do. I adore that girl. I've bought her flowers every week for fifty years." Grover nodded "same florist too. before I shipped out I went and paid for two years of flower deliveries so she'd still have her flowers every week while I was gone"

Oscar's heart warmed at his grandfather's heartfelt words. It was clear that he truly did adore his grandmother, their love and connection spanning decades. The idea of buying flowers for two years in advance, just to make sure his grandmother wouldn't be without her weekly bouquet while he was gone, was undeniably romantic. "Two years' worth...wow. That's a long time, Grandfather. And you really bought the flowers from the same florist the entire time?"

"of course. I went to school with Danny, and always buy my flowers from him" Grover nodded, "he gives me a good deal. And it'll be perfect. His sons are taking over soon and you can get into the routine of getting them for Luna too"

Oscar chuckled at his grandfather's matter-of-fact statement. It seemed he had already decided that Oscar would be following in his footsteps, buying flowers every week for Luna just as he had done for Maybelle. The thought of continuing that tradition, of making Luna happy and feeling loved each week with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, filled him with a warm, fuzzy feeling. And… made him think about how nice it might be to have a life like that with Luna, "Get into the routine, huh? You already have everything planned out, don't you, Grandfather?"

"course." Grover laughed as they arrived at the fairly small local florist,

Oscar followed his grandfather out of the car, taking in the quaint florist as they approached.

The older man standing outside sweeping seemed to know his grandfather well, "Ah! Morning Grover. Here for maybelle’s roses?" The man asked

"yes indeed Danny." Grover nodded "And a new customer for you!"

"Oh? Who's this young gentleman?"

Oscar ducked his head a little, feeling slightly shy under the florist's gaze as his grandfather introduced him as a new customer. He stepped forward, offering his hand for a handshake "Oscar Tully, sir. Nice to meet you."

"Lovely to meet you, sir." Danny shook his hand "your boy's boy?"

"Yep, little grandson. He's here for an order too. For a lovely lady." Grover smiled,

"Oh? This true?" Danny laughed,

Oscar nodded, feeling a mixture of pride and nervousness under the florist's curious gaze. he was indeed here to buy flowers for a lovely lady, his girlfriend Luna. He could feel his cheeks heat up a little "Yes, sir. I'm looking for a bouquet to give to my girlfriend Luna. Something special."

"aww how very sweet" Danny led them inside the shop where even more flowers all sat. Danny went behind the desk and wrapped up Grover's usual roses for Maybelle. And then turned his focus to Oscar "so? This lovely lady? What's her name?" He asked laying out the paper and tools to make the bouquet,

"Her name's Luna. She's... she's amazing." he replied, a soft, lovestruck smile on his lips as he spoke her name

"ohh a lovely name" Danny nodded pulling out some deep blue and purple paper to wrap the flowers "I think I.... Ah! Yes." Danny went through his draw of wooden sticks with small items on top for decorating and stabilizing the bouquet and he pulled out one with a Cresent moon "Very fitting wouldn't you say?"

His eyes widened a little, surprised by the perfect choice. "Yes. Yes, that's perfect. She'll love it."

"what sort of flowers she's she likes then?" Danny asked

Oscar thought for a moment, trying to recall Luna's preferences. "She likes purple... I know she said she likes peonies, daises, tulips I think…”

"well, why don't we do some nice black roses. Then some purple daisies. Then we add a few white peonies, purple tulips, and some lavender for scent." The florist explained as he gathered the best flowers and perfectly set them all together, "Perfect for Miss Luna?" He asked

Oscar watched as the florist picked out flowers based on his preferences for Luna, creating a unique and striking combination. As the bouquet took shape, Oscar's breath caught in his throat. The final product was absolutely stunning. It looked exactly like the night sky with the wooden moon in the centre, "Oh my goodness... it's beautiful. It's perfect. She'll absolutely love it."

"glad I could help" Danny smiled handing over the flowers

"You’re too good at this stuff Danny." Grover laughed

Oscar carefully took the bouquet, admiring the craftsmanship and attention to detail that had gone into the creation of the bouquet. He felt a little strangely giddy looking at it, thinking how much Luna would love them,

"how much?" Grover asked

"Usual for your roses. No charge for this one." Danny explained

Oscar's face lit up with surprise at the florist's words. No charge? That was incredibly generous. His grandfather was a regular customer, and he was only just now buying his first bouquet, yet the florist was willing to waive the fee, "I... are you sure, sir? I'm happy to pay. This is just... this is too kind. Truly."

"No no, first bouquet for your lovely lady no charge." Danny nodded as hosted paid as usual "and I give ten percent off for regular and return customers"

Oscar felt genuinely touched by the florist's kindness and generosity. "That's very kind of you, sir. Very, very kind. Thank you."

He looked down at the bouquet in his hands, grateful for the perfect flowers that he now held. and… he felt strangely guilty, about using these lovely flowers for nothing special, just to give them to her to make her happy without any real occasion. Flowers like this should be used for something special… He looked up at Danny, a genuine smile on his face "Thank you, sir. These are absolutely perfect."

"right we better get you to class before your late." Grover nodded

Oscar nodded, almost forgetting that he had classes to get to. "Right, yes. We should get going. I don't want to be late for class." He thanked the florist one last time, before following his grandfather back to the car, bouquet of flowers in hand he kept thinking about his grandfather’s chat with him last night, and looking at the flowers now, he began to wonder if… the gods were giving him a sign that… maybe now was the right time. It hadn’t left his mind for a while now, and focused on all day, maybe… maybe he should ask Luna.

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Can I Come?

Media - Miss Preigrin's Home For Peculiar Children Character - Jacob Portman Couple - Jake X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 1087

Jacob yawned rubbing his face with his arm, as he stocked a tower of tissue paper. As per his boss’s orders, while he went on a 'break' with Mindy the check-out clerk. Jacob hated his stupid after-school job but he didn't really have a choice. he needed the money and there was no way his dad could give him the kind of cash he needed to have a life. That and it got him out of the house for a few hours.

"Whatcha doing?" Y/n smiled as she approached, as usual in her boots, jeans and little top with her bright yellow uniform vest over it. And her hair in a bun. Y/n attended a different high school, but Jacob still got to see her whenever he was here. The two had a very close bond with one another.

Jacob smiled at the sight of her, his dark mood being quickly lifted by her cheerfulness. "What's it look like? Stocking" he replied rolling his eyes

"oooohhh somebody's cranky."

"I'm not cranky" he protested

"I'm tired. I got no sleep last night"

"ohh noo! You poor baby." She cooed checking they were out of the camera view before wrapping her arms around his back,

Jacob blushed at the contact, his tiredness causing him to immediately lean into her touch for support. "Hey… I am not a baby" he protested weakly,

"You’re my baby." She whispered,

his blush darkened at that. he was about to protest again but stopped. instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as he leaned on her more. she felt comfortable. warm. safe from the world to him.

"what's the troubles Jake? Tell me.."

he was silent for a moment, just taking in the comfort of her embrace. it took a good minute before he spoke up, "just…tired… Dad's started bugging me about college."

"ooooh college. Gonna bankrupt your butt for some paperwork."

he rolled his eyes, "yeah… that about sums it up… he keeps going on about how I need to get my life together"

"… Your shits more together than his is."

he chuckled at that, "Yeah… I guess so… its not exactly like I don't have my crap together… I'm working. I'm getting good grades… but it's still not good enough for him"

"he's a dick." She says "Do you wanna go to college?"

he shrugs, "not really… but that's not an option. apparently I have to… according to my dad"

"you're an adult. If you don't wanna go. Don't go. But if you do wanna go and learn stuff then go. Get out of goddamn Florida and go on an adventure!"

he chuckled again at her enthusiasm, it was one of the things he loved about her. She was always so energetic and cheerful, she always had that 'go getter' attitude that he somewhat lacked. he was more like a cat. lazy, content to just stay in bed for days, but at the same time he was loyal and cuddly, and maybe just a little bit clingy, "Yeah… suppose I could do that…"

"You can always come with me?"

he raised an eyebrow curiously, "And where are you going?"

"adventure." She giggled "I did everything my dad asked so as a graduation present I got the travel photography contract for his magazine. He's bought me a VW and I'm get to drive around the country taking cute pictures." She explained.

Jacob's eyes widened, surprise, and a little bit of excitement in his expression. he knew about her love of photography, and that she was working hard towards that, but didn't realise it was actually happening. he was honestly super happy for her, and proud that she got that chance "That's… that's amazing y/n. I'm really happy for you" he smiled. he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but happiness. sure, he was probably gonna miss her like hell, but she so clearly deserved this…

"you're always welcome to come with me. Two cameras are better than one. Or even just as my copywriter. Or driver. Or just snuggle bug."

he almost immediately wanted to say yes to that. the thought of just getting to travel with her. just the two of them. it was an incredibly tempting offer. "What's the catch?"

"… You and me in an old VW camper for… At least the next year."

Jacob hummed thoughtfully. "Just us… alone… in a van for an entire year… no one else. just us” his mind began to drift towards some not so innocent thoughts very quickly,

"mhm." She nodded

"That sounds… very tempting" he paused for a moment, looking around quickly to make sure they were still not scene, before he slowly leaned in a bit closer, a sly smile pulling at his lips "And I suppose we'd be sharing a bed in this van yeah?"

"mhm." She nodded

he smirked a little, a mischievous look in his eye, his mind now completely focused and settled on this new idea. The more he thought about it, the more appealing it was becoming to him. just going on the road, travelling around the country, with his best friend. they could go anywhere, and do anything… what could possibly go wrong . "And who says one year is gonna be enough to get all this traveling done. We could be doing this for years…"

"year of travelling and then we come back to Florida, and get the new list of places."

he hummed thoughtfully."And where exactly are you gonna be getting the money to keep us fed and the van gassed up for this trip of yours?"

"I send photos dad sends money."

"Sounds like you've thought this through pretty well" he admitted, looking up at her with an admiring look in his eyes

"Jake I've been thinking about this since I was twelve."

he chuckled again, reaching to give her a playful nudge "I can tell…" he paused for a moment before a small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth "So you wanna go on a road trip… alone… in a camper van… for possibly several years… sounds like the perfect opportunity for something from some kinda cheesy romance movie"

"yeah!"

he rolled his eyes, chuckling again. damn it, why was she so damn adorable when she got excited like that. "And here I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one…"

"I am responsible. I have plans. A job lined up and enough savings to reasonably get me through an apocalypse."

"Yeah? Am I gonna be with you in this apocalypse?"

“Of course! I need my snuggle bug with me,”

“Awww… I need you with me too y/n.” He cooed, “So? Can I come?”

“Yes! Of course, you can!” she jumped excitedly,

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Luna P3

Media - House Of The Dragon AU Alternate Universe - Modern College / Uni Kids Character - Oscar Tully (Age Up) Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - Luna Rating - 12 Word Count - 1495

Oscar found Grover on his large lazy boy chair phone in hand text size on max, volume on max and WiFi turned off,

"Ah.. all done then?" Grover asked,

"Yeah, all done, Grandfather," he confirmed, trying to suppress a laugh at the sight of his grandfather's phone's

"you tell her goodbye? You kids never say goodbye anymore you just end the conversation,"

Oscar chuckled at his grandfather’s observation, shaking his head slightly. He knew Grover could sometimes be a touch old-fashioned in the way he viewed certain aspects of life, but that was just one of the things that made him endearing in his own unique way, "Yeah, she said goodbye," he reassured his grandfather,

"you give her a kiss?"

Oscar blushed a little, feeling slightly embarrassed by his grandfather's unexpected question. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck "Yeah, uh, I did… give her a kiss." he said as he took the seat beside his grandfather’s chair,

"good. Always kiss your girl before you leave. Doesn't even matter if you’re just going to another room. Takes two seconds. Did it with Maybelle and we were married for fifty years."

Oscar listened to his grandfather's advice, nodding slowly as he spoke. He knew that his grandfather had always been a very considerate and doting husband, and his words held wisdom from years of experience. Though he still couldn't shake the lingering embarrassment at the thought of his grandfather noticing his earlier 'smooching session' "Yeah, I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Grandfather. Two seconds to show love and appreciation, right?"

"Exactly. And tomorrow I'll drop you at classes you can get her some flowers before you go." Grover explained handing the phone over for Oscar to fix "I know, I know, but they’re five dollars and women like flowers. I have bought Maybelle flowers once a week since I met her. Don't I dear?"

"…WHAT!" Maybelle Tully yelled as she'd been knitting on the sofa without her hearing aids,

Oscar chuckled as he accepted the phone from his grandfather, trying to muffle the laugh that bubbled up. He glanced over at his grandmother, "That's right, Grandmother," he agreed, speaking louder so she could hear him "Grandfather buys you flowers every week…"

"ahhh…. Grover first bought me flowers one Sunday… I'd never even met him… Just a man with flowers at my door… We went for milkshakes." She rambles,

Oscar smiled as he listened to his grandmother's sweet reminiscing, a mixture of nostalgia and affection in her voice as she recounted the story, "That's so sweet, Grandmother,"

"see… Two weeks later I married her!" Grover laughed "Buy Luna some flowers and you'll be married by Christmas."

Oscar chuckled at his grandfather's prediction, his mind already going to the thought of him and Luna… married by Christmas. It was an exciting notion, "If only it was that simple, Grandfather," he said, although the idea was not as far-fetched or implausible as he played it off to be,

"what's not simple? You like her. She likes you. Get married already"

Oscar's lips twitched into a small smile at his grandfather's bluntness. He chuckled, shaking his head ruefully "It's not quite that simple, Grandfather. There's a lot more to consider than simply liking each other…" he explained, though part of him wondered if there really was more to it than that. But he quickly pushed the thought aside,

"like?" He asked

Oscar opened his mouth, then shut it again, sighing silently. He should've guessed his grandfather would ask that question. He thought for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts and articulate the many things needed to be considered in this day and age before just asking someone to marry you. He had thought of marrying Luna of course he had but it was always… going to be a long way off. They were only college kids, granted they knew alot of people who were already engaged and well prepared for the many proposals that would come at and after graduation. "Well… we're both young, for one… And there's still so much to figure out about our lives, our goals, our futures. We're still both figuring things out, trying to find our place in the world." he began,

"young? We'd been married three years by your age. And expecting your father."

Oscar's eyes widened slightly as he listened to his grandfather's revelation. Three years younger than he was now, and already married … it was a jarring thought "Three years, huh?" he echoed, absorbing the information. He leaned against the edge of the sofa, his mind shifting to his own life and his current relationship with Luna, he’d been with her five years now. "That's… wow, I didn't realize you got married so young."

"had to. I was going off." Grover chucked,

Oscar furrowed his brow slightly, confusion etched across his face. He tilted his head in curiosity "What do you mean, you were going off?"

"off to serve." Maybelle nodded "That's why he came to me. Wanted a nice lady to write him letters when he was gone. So we had a couple of dates and got married before he shipped."

Oscar listened intently as his grandmother continued the story, understanding dawning on him as she explained the circumstances of his grandparents' early marriage. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a mixture of amusement and incredulity at the idea of his grandfather looking for a "nice lady" to write letters to while he was away, "You got married in a few dates, so you'd have someone to write to? That's… quite the reason to get married."

"yes. And here we are fifty years, three kids and five grandbabies later"

Oscar chuckled, nodding in agreement, "Yeah… here you are," he said, his voice tinged with a touch of awe. He glanced from his grandmother to his grandfather, feeling a pang of both happiness and nostalgia at the thought of that kind of long-lasting love. He couldn't help but wonder if he and Luna would have a love like that too,

"maybe even great grandbabies." Grover elbows him slightly,

Oscar laughed at his grandfather's not-so-subtle hint, rolling his eyes in amusement. "Maybe, Grandfather… maybe." he said with a lighthearted smile, still struggling to ignore the slight flutter in his chest at the thought. He shifted on the chair , his thoughts drifting back to the topic of marriage and the future. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nerves at the idea of marriage. With Luna, everything always felt so easy, so natural. The thought of spending the rest of his life with her, building a family together… it was both exhilarating and a little terrifying, "You know, Grandfather, I think I may actually take your advice about the flowers. For Luna, you know…"

"you see! What does she like then?"

Oscar chuckled, He grabbed his phone, and opened his messages with Luna. He scrolled through their previous conversations, racking his brain for any mention of what kind of flowers she liked. "Let me think… I know she's mentioned liking daisies before. And tulips, actually."

"daisies are good. Good meanings" Maybelle cooed.

"what else does she like other then flowers?" Grover asked

Oscar thought for a moment, considering what other things he knew Luna liked. He chuckled his face lit up when he mentioned some of her interests, "Well, she's a big fan of music, actually. She sings all the time. And she loves reading too."

"very sweet maybe you should bring her over one afternoon, play her a tune on the piano."

Oscar smiled at his grandfather's suggestion, It had been a while since he'd really sat down at the piano and just played, and the idea of playing something special for Luna was definitely intriguing. "Yeah, that's not a bad idea," he agreed, already mentally adding 'learn a new song on the piano' to his list of things to do before surprising Luna,

"my phone better now?"

Oscar glanced down at the phone in his hand, having completely forgotten about the issue of his grandfather's phone. He took a second to check through a few settings, testing the volume, the WiFi, and the text size. "Yeah, Grandfather, it seems to be better all right. All fixed." he said, handing the phone back to him

"alright. Good. Go on then up to bed now I'll take you to get flowers in the morning"

Oscar chuckled, his grandfather's insistence and care evident in his words. He let out a small sigh, knowing that there was no point in arguing. Plus, as much as he dreaded the thought of being up at the crack of dawn, he knew it was all worth it to see Luna's smile "All right, Grandfather. I'll head to bed. See you in the morning then."

With that, Oscar bid his grandparent's goodnight and headed up to his room. As he climbed into bed, his mind was swirling with thoughts of Luna and the morning ahead. A mixture of nerves and excitement coursed through him as he wondered how Luna would react to the surprise he had planned.

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An Extraordinary Targaryen Queen

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Lucerys Velaryon & Aemond Targaryen Couple - Lucerys X Reader X Aemond Reader - Y/n Targaryen (Betrothal) Rating - 15 Word Count - 1516

The ancient castle of Storms End stood proud against the elements, and the storm raged as it had all night with no sign it would end. The dark clouds loomed overhead, smothering the sun and making the castle seem to surrender to the darkness that surrounded it. The rain battered all that it found belonged to the single tall tower, freezing it with the icy water. The waves crashed against the castle walls like forces at war, hoping to find a single inch it could exploit to find its way into the hallowed halls.

The round hall was dark and dismal with a damp smell. Shadows lingered in corners, and only the occasional flashes of lightning made their way inside. Even the candles seemed dim, lighting only the doorway and the seat of the old storm kings.

Every step and armour clatter seemed to amplify her as if made that way to ensure you kept no secrets from any lords in attendance.

Four knights of house Baratheon walked the guests into the hall, and they were announced once close enough, shouting over the sounds of the rain.

“Prince Lucerys, Of House Velaryon. Son Of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen,” He announced first, “Accompanied by Lady Y/n of House Targaryen, Daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen.”

Aemond Targaryen had already been in the hall for some hours. Made a point to make himself known, stepping out of a darker, more shadowed space to ensure the young prince met his eye.

Lucerys felt a sudden chill, far worse than the rain. As if the tip of an icy dagger was being run up his spine and held at the back of his throat,t preventing his words. He looked to his older betrothal for guidance,

And Y/n offered him back a tender and supportive smile, adjusting her dress and cloak slightly as they stopped.

“L-Lord Borros…” Lucerys stuttered, even though the hall had this echoing way about it, Luke’s voice seemed quiet, frail, without the boom that came with age and confidence, he had to put effort into ensuring his voice carried across the hall. “I brought you a message from my mother. The Queen.”

“...And yet, earlier this day. I received an envoy from the king,” Lord Borros Baratheon's lips barked back from within his beard, “So which is it? King? Or Queen?” He asked, “The House Of The Dragon does not seem to know who rules it!” He laughed, “What is your mother’s message?”

Lucerys gritted his teeth through such insults and merely held out the sealed scroll his mother had supplied them with.

A guard snatched it from his hand and carried it to Lord Borros, who took it begrudgingly,

“Where’s the bloody maester!” He shouted,

Aemond watched silently. His eyes never left the two.

Lucerys noticed, of course, blood still boiling between the two.

Y/n shot Lucerys a glare as if to silently scold the boy. Straightening her back and raising her chin, refusing to lower herself to the bickering.

He, of course, followed suit, putting his shoulders back and raising his chin to match with his betrothal but also letting his hand find the hilt of his sword.

And the Maester of Storms end soon hurried in, taking the scroll and reading it over, leaving everyone to the silence of the wind whistling through the hall. The Maester leant down and whispered to his lord.

But this only made Lord Borros more enraged, almost red in the face, “Remind me of my father's oath. King Aegon at least came with an offer!” He yelled, “My swords and banners, for a marriage packed.” he glanced over to Aemond, “If I do as your mother bids… Which one of my daughters will you wed, Boy?”

Lucerys once more shivered but held his strength, “My lord… I am not free to marry.” He answered, his eyes flicking to Y/n, “I am already betrothed to the Lady Y/n of House Targaryen.” He slowly took his hand from the hilt of his sword and slid it into hers.

She forced back a wide smile, only allowing the corner of her mouth to pick up for a moment as she squeezed his hand back,

“So, you come with empty hands?” Lord Borros snapped, “Go home, pup. And tell your mother that the Lord Of Storm's END! Is not some Dog she can whistle up at need to set upon her foes,”

“I shall take your answer to the queen, My Lord,” Lucerys replied,

Aemond scoffed, fighting back the urge for a louder laugh,

Lucerys turned away, ensuring to keep his hand, with Y/n prepared to walk back to Arrax and fly home to Dragonstone, defeated.

“Wait.” Aemond finally broke his silence, “My lord Strong,”

The words froze Lucerys, making him stop mid-step,

Y/n felt it, rage bubbling up in her too, but she forced it away, she met his eyes once more, pleading with him to just keep walking with her, to not engage with him and get back to Arrax.

But Lucerys faced him,

“Did you really think you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?”

Lucerys squeezed Y/n’s hand as he spoke up, “I will not fight you, I came as a messenger, not a warrior.”

Y/n squeezed back and tugged on his hand, eager for them to leave,

“Fight would be little challenge.”

It was only then Y/n met Aemond, narrowing her eyes and slightly scrunching her nose, glaring at the prince with less mercy and kindness than she had when glaring at Lucerys.

“No… I want you to put out your eye.” Aemond demanded as he removed the leather patch and revealed the sapphire he had placed where his eye once was, the eye that Lucerys had taken in defence of Y/n all those years ago. “As Payment for mine.” he growled, “One will serve.” He took a knife from his belt and tossed it between them, letting the blade echo on the stone floor, “I would not be so cruel as to blind you so you may never look upon your betrothed again. But I shall take it as a gift for my mother.”

Lucerys’ blood was a raging dragon flame by now, his grip on Y/n tight enough to cause her pain as he barked back his answer, “No.”

“Then you are craven. As well as a traitor.” Aemond snarled,

“Not here!” Lord Borros barked to the boys,

“Give me your eye! Or I will take it, bastard!” Aemond drew his sword and closed the gap between them,

Lucerys panicked, stumbling back in fear but frozen to take his sword,

But in the split seconds between the start of Aemond’s swing and its time to land,

Y/n drew her own blade, the sword she had sewn into her gowns to ensure she was never without a blade. She drew the shorter sword and put herself between them, their blades met in a loud clank that echoed across the hall.

Lucerys, as well as the rest of the hall, gasped, surprised she even had a weapon, let alone the bravery to pull it out on the prince and even more so that she was strong enough to hold him back, given Aemond was several inches taller. Lucerys drew his sword and stood behind his betrothed, prepared to fight if he must.

Aemond met her eyes, keeping their swords locked together,

“Not in my halls!” Borros shouted as he stood, “The boy came as an envoy, I will not have bloodshed beneath my roof.”

“My fight is not with you, my lady,” Aemond told her,

“It is.” She snapped, “You insult my betrothed, you insult me.” her arms began to quiver from behind, held with her sword so long,

“Are you prepared to die for him, little lady?” Aemond whispered across their blades,

That name… drove her to a rage she had not known for years, her body squared, her grip strong, anger filed her enough to force their blades against his chest, “I am Lady Y/n Of House Targaryen, Daughter of Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, the Rogue Prince and Lady Leana of House Velaryon. I am to be the wife of Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon, The Lady of the Tides,” She growled, “When you insult him, you insult House Targaryen, the house of my name and yours. You insult house Velaryon, the house of my mother, his father, and the house for he is named, and the name I will soon hold again.” She snarled,

Aemond forced their blades apart, letting the sparks fly across the hall as the blades ran across one another, taking a breath as he glared at her.

“I will go to war for My House. My Family. And The Man I love.” She told him proudly, “Can you say the same? Or do you go to war for your ruthless ambition alone?”

Aemond scoffed and forced back a smile as he brought his hand to her face, brushing a stray hair from her eye, “it is a shame you choose to align yourself with a bastard.” He smirked, “You would make such an extraordinary Targaryen Queen.” he cooed,

“Take Prince Lucerys and Lady Y/n back to his dragon. Now.” Lord Borros demanded,

“Come on, Y/n,” Lucerys pleaded,

She nodded and took Lucery’s hand, walking with him out of the round hall but keeping her blade in hand. 

Part two ?

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House Of The Dragon Headcanons #2

What They Got You For Valentine's? (Modern AU)

Jacaerys - While Sleeping he set up a Trail of red rose petals from the bed to the bathtub where he a prepared steamy bubble bath with all your fave scents and products, with dinner plans at your fave restaurant later tonight. 'Enjoy yourself Angel'

Aegon - Aegon forgot until last night, he quickly got the cutest card he could find at the all-night grocery and some chocolates, BUT! he takes the kids out and deals with them all day to allow you time to yourself, and promises' he'll clean the house when he gets home. 'Have fun! Relax! See you later!... Love you!'

Lucerys - Plays like he forgot it was Valentine's, so suggests just a quick drive to the fast food place of your choosing, however... once you get in his car 'SUPRISE!' a whole basket of speciality items picked out just for you, including the softest most adorable jelly cat he can find.

Gwayne - He's already booked the most upscale restaurant in the area, and prepared for a car to come pick you both up. Sends you to get your nails and make-up professionally done and your gift is some very expensive high-end lingerie that will 100% be plaid with the whole time you're at dinner. 'We both get to enjoy it, you enjoy feeling beautiful, and I get to look at you'

Oscar - He prepares a beautiful home-cooked multi-course meal of all your fave things, with wine, candles, rose petals and even a little menu. 'Fantastic choice most beautiful lady,' Then cuddle up to whatever you wanna watch and a full body massage.

Aemond - Fully takes you out to the high-end stores you usualy never shop in, and buys you anything you want, making sure to spend hours in the changing rooms watching you try everything on before he buys it. 'Nothing is too much for my princess'

Cregan - Less outwardly romantic, but anything you need at the time he'll sort out as a gift. 'You said you needed your car looked at, so I drove it to the mechanic this morning. All sorted', or he'd have booked a cool experience somewhere doing an activity you both enjoy together.

Daemon - Ohh he 100% didn't know it was Valentine's, hell he didn't even notice it was February! He has no plans, and hands you his phone and his credit card to get whatever gift you want, his only suggestion is the one gift he knows he wants to give you, 'I mean... I am your present'

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My Love

Media - Nosferatu Character - Thomas Hutter Couple - Thomas Hutter X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 923

Thomas adjusted his tie, the fabric smooth against his fingers, and took a moment to straighten his hair in the small, slightly tarnished mirror hanging on the wall. The reflection before him bore the marks of a man who had just returned from a luxurious honeymoon. His gaze, however, shifted away from his image as he cast a glance over his shoulder, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

There, nestled beneath the soft covers of their small but cosy bed, lay his new wife. The delicate fabric of her nightie had slipped effortlessly from one shoulder, revealing a hint of her fair skin. Her hair was tousled and wild, a charming testament to her slumber, while her eyes shimmered with the remnants of a few tears. The way her bottom lip protruded in a cute pout made her look both adorable and slightly vulnerable, stirring a protective instinct deep within him. The morning light streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow that illuminated the tender scene, and for a moment, Thomas felt a rush of affection for the woman he had just vowed to love forever.

“Why must you leave me, Thomas?” Y/n begged,

He scoffed as he turned to face her, “I have work to attend to.”

“Work.” she snapped,

“Yes, very important work.” He told her,

“Hardly, mere paperwork and pondering.”

“Be that as it may,” He laughed, “It is work that must be done, so I can get the funds needed to keep my beautiful wife in the manner she is accustomed.” he sat on the bed beside her and stroked his hand across her cheek,

“But I would rather you stay here,”

He smiled, “I would rather stay here, in this bed with you. Until the very stars fall to this earth, my love. But… I must.”

“You would?”

“Of course, I would,” he cooed, he took her hand and pressed a tender kiss on her knuckles, “Our honeymoon has lasted long enough, we have delayed my return twice already.”

“I know, I simply do not know what I shall do all day, without my loving husband.”

He laughed, “Whatever it was you did whilst I was gone all day before we married.”

“How long shall you be gone?”

“Only until five o'clock, my love.” he reassured, “Then I shall run home into your arms, and smother you will all the kisses you have missed.”

“But that is so long,”

“Unfortunately it is, but it must be done.”

“However shall I survive so long without you?”

“Why don’t you go see your friends? Or your mother? I am sure they would be delighted to see you.”

“But I just want to see you,” she begged, “Please.”

He sighed, “Would but I could, my love.” He smiled as he pulled her lips to his in a loving embrace of a kiss, “I promise you, I will be home as soon as I can.”

But Y/n pouted, “You are cruel to me, Thomas.”

“Yes, I am so cruel, heartless, wicked, malicious and monstrous.” he chuckled, “All because I must leave my sweet wife for a few hours of the day.”

“You mock me.”

“I do not mock you, my love,” He smiled, “I know you want me here, and I want you with me. But, you know I must go. I will be back as soon as I can be, keep you in my mind and heart every moment we are apart. You know I adore you Y/n, and I would live by your side every second if I could. Please… do not fill me with guilt more so than I already am, for leaving my beautiful wife alone.”

“I’m sorry…” she mumbled as she nuzzled his waistcoat,

“It’s alright.” he cooed, “I know how… clingy you are.”

“Humm.” she pouts,

“And I am just as clingy and protective of you too.” he laughed,

“I know,” she sighed, “Have a good day at work,”

“Humm… Come here Mrs Hutter, one more kiss to tie me over.” He smirked,

She smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with affection as she leaned in closer. Gently, she rubbed the tip of her nose against his, the fleeting touch sending a thrill through them both. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, their lips finally met in a tender, loving kiss, a moment filled with unspoken promises and deep connection.

“Do not miss me too badly,” he cooed,

“Impossible.” she smiled, “Do try not to miss me too.”

“Impossible,” he smiled back, “I’ll see you later my love.”

“Umm…” she nodded, “See you later Thomas.”

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Rising to his feet, he made his way through the modest home. He reached for his worn brown coat hanging from the hook by the door, its fabric slightly frayed at the edges from years of use.

Just as he was about to slip it on, he felt Y/n's arms encircle his torso tightly, her head nestled against his back, as if she were trying to anchor him in place. “I love you,” she murmured, her voice warm and sincere.

He turned his head slightly, a wide smile spreading across his face. “I love you more,” he replied, his voice filled with affection. He gently pried her hands from around him, relishing the moment. After slipping on his coat and adjusting the brim of his hat, he turned back to her. He leaned in for one last kiss, their lips brushing softly, the world around them fading as they shared this brief connection before he stepped out into the crisp morning air, ready to face the day ahead.

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Lorelei

Media - Dune Prophesy Character - Albert Atreides (Age Up) Couple - Albert X Reader (OC) Reader - Miss Lorelei Rating - 12 Word Count - 1037

Albert walked carefully along the narrow stone shelves that wound through the small village he had come to call home. It had been his refuge since… the atrocity, a place where memories of the past had begun to fade amidst the comforting rhythm of daily life. Nestled at the foot of a majestic mountain, the village was blessed with a crystal-clear spring that danced over jagged rocks, plunging into a spectacular waterfall that served as the heart of the community. The houses and quaint shops were not merely built; they were carved within the rugged stone, their warm, wooden facades blending harmoniously with the raw landscape.

He relished the tranquillity that enveloped this place, where the only sounds were the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze and the distant laughter of children playing. Here, he felt a sense of belonging, a peacefulness that was hard to come by. Everything he needed was just a few minutes' walk away, a luxury he had not taken for granted.

However, he remained vigilant; the path was treacherous, with loose stones and gnarled tree roots that snaked across the ground. A careless slip could lead to a dangerous tumble down the rocky terrain. He expertly manoeuvred his way around the obstacles, his heart steadying as he approached the bustling village centre.

As he passed by the small, vendor carts overflowing with the vibrant colours of fresh produce, he inhaled the rich aroma of baked bread wafting from a nearby shop. Sparks flew from the blacksmith's forge as he hammered iron, the rhythmic clang ringing out like a heartbeat in the village. Nearby, children darted around with their windmill toys, their delighted shrieks mingling with the sound of the waterfall, eager to see the colourful blades spin wildly in the breeze.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his leg, causing him to pause beside the sturdy railing that bordered the waterfall. He leaned against the cool stone, taking a moment to breathe deeply, allowing the mist from the cascading water to kiss his face. His eyes drifted upward, tracing the silky strands of water as they tumbled down to disappear into a mysterious cave system below. He had never ventured down there, nor did he ever plan to; the depths held too many unknowns, and some things were better left undiscovered.

But once his pain subsided enough for him to move, he continued on his way with a renewed sense of purpose. He made his way down to the east side of the village, eagerly searching for his favourite place that always brought him comfort.

As he approached, he stopped short for a moment, allowing himself to revel in the breathtaking sight before him. The rocky terrain fell away at a sharp ledge, revealing a fertile space that had been sculpted into raised beds, where the villagers cultivated most of their produce. The stone was intricately carved, with narrow channels dug to direct water to the thriving plants, ensuring they received the nourishment they needed. Above, a large opening in the rock face poured daylight into the garden, illuminating the vibrant greens and earthy browns in a warm, golden glow.

At the end of this charming stone pathway stood a quaint little shop. A weathered window with rustic wooden shutters overlooked the garden. From the window, a small wooden box overflowed with colourful herbs and flowers, their fragrances mingling in the air.

The door to the shop, crafted from sturdy wood, was closed, yet warm light spilt around the edges, creating an inviting aura that beckoned him closer. A small sign hung from the door, able to be twisted back and forth, though today it proudly displayed 'In'—not that he needed it, as the shop's owner was already outside.

Miss Lorelei wore knee-high leather boots with some padding at her joins, bright orange tights, a dull orange smock with tight sleeves down to her wrists, with a deep blue kirtle over it, every hem with thick overedge stitching before gentle flower embroidery; she wore a leather belt around her waist with bottles, bags and such hung from it. Her long, thick hair pulled up in a crown braid with a few flowers woven in, and two small curls loose to frame her face.

She stood in the warm afternoon sun, chatting amicably with one of the village children, her gentle smile reflecting her kindness. The little girl, with her tear-streaked cheeks and big, watery eyes. Miss Lorelei leaned down, wiping away the girl's tears with a soft, delicate touch and, with a flourish, presented her with a small wooden wicker doll intricately woven and painted in vibrant colours. Instantly, the little girl's face transformed, a wide grin replacing her sorrow as she clutched the doll tightly to her chest. With a joyful laugh, she ran off, her mother following closely behind, both waving enthusiastically at Miss Lorelei as they departed, the echoes of their laughter lingering in the air.

It was then that Albert was spotted.

She smiled brightly, as she placed her hands confidently on her hips. The soft afternoon sunlight illuminated her features, casting a warm glow around her.

Albert blushed and sheepishly approached, "Good afternoon, Lorelei."

"Afternoon Albert." She smiled, "Come here sweet boy," She cooed softly as she cradled his face in her delicate hands, her thumbs gently tracing the contours of his cheekbones. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down his spine as she locked her gaze onto his, her eyes sparkled with a mix of affection.

Albert felt a battle rage within him as he struggled to suppress the blush that crept up his neck and flooded his cheeks under her affectionate gaze. Each flicker of his eyes toward hers felt electric and ignited a yearn deep within him. He ached to close the distance between them, to bridge the intimate gap with a tender kiss that had lingered in his thoughts for far too long. He pretended he disliked the sweet pet name she bestowed upon him, but the truth was that he cherished it and found himself longing to hear her whisper it every day.

"Your leg?" She asked,

"Mhm," he nodded,

"Alright, come on then." She opened the door to her shop so he could make his way in with her.

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Valentines

Media - Lockwood & Co. Character - Anthony Lockwood Couple - Anthony X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 790 Requested - Anonymous asked: Could I please request an Anthony Lockwood x Reader Valentines day that's super fluffy (idm what the plot is, I just want tooth rotting fluff) Love your fics btw <<<<<33

I let out a soft yawn as I climbed out of bed, the cool morning air wrapping around me like a gentle embrace. I tossed my luxurious silk dressing gown over my nightie, feeling the silky fabric cascade down to my knees. With a quick flick of my wrist, I released the loose strands of my hair from their bun, letting them tumble freely around my shoulders. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes, I reached for the bedroom door.

However, as I stepped into the corridor, I was met by an unexpected sight. The usual stark wooden floor was transformed into a vibrant path, strewn with delicate rose petals in various shades of deep crimson and soft blush. The scent of the flowers wafted through the air, sweet and intoxicating, instantly awakening my senses.

“…What in the fuck is this?” I asked, “Ohh… right… Valentines…” I sighed,

I knew Anthony was going to pull off something special, but I never anticipated he would go this all-out. The sheer chaos of it all was almost overwhelming.

As I stepped out the bedroom, my eyes fell on a broom that had been carefully placed beside the door, adorned with a bright red bow. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and chuckle softly. Grabbing the broom, I began to sweep up the scattered rose petals that blanketed the floor.

Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I found a dustpan conveniently waiting to collect the remnants of the romantic chaos. As I swept, my gaze was drawn to a striking red ribbon taped to the living room doorway, leading into the kitchen like a path of anticipation.

I chuckled to myself, and took hold of one end of the ribbon, carefully rolling it up as I ventured toward the kitchen.

Upon entering, I was greeted by a sight that took my breath away. The kitchen table had been meticulously cleaned and was now adorned with small bowls, each filled with fruit artfully cut into heart shapes. At the center of the table, a small candle flickered gently, casting a warm glow as it melted chocolate in a delicate pot. Beside it, a squeeze bottle of honey stood ready, complemented by a can of whipped cream.

The table was set for two, with the third chair holding a red gift bag decorated with purple hearts. Meanwhile, the fourth chair featured an oversized skeleton dragon plushie propped up like a guest, complete with a vibrant red bow tied around its neck that was the end of the ribbon.

“Awwwww…” I cooed,

But before I could say another word Anthony’s arms were thrown around me, as he’d been hiding just inside the door when he heard me come down. He squeezed me tight and kissed my cheek, “Good Morning Darlin’,”

“Good Morning,” I laughed,

He took my hand and spun me around the kitchen so he could pull me back to him, kissing my knuckles as he looked into my eyes, “Happy Valentine.”

“Happy Valentines,” I smiled pulling him in for a sweet kiss, “Is all this for me?”

“Well it’s hardly for George,” he laughed, “All for you darling,”

“You are too sweet,” I cooed, “Where did you get him!” I cooed pulling the plushie into a big warm hug, “I thought he was sold out everywhere?!”

“Ohh they were, I have been… diligently stalking their stockists, and found there was one store that still had a few of them put aside for a last-minute valentines sale.” He explained, “It was two hours away, and Yes! I did have to fight for him.”

“You didn’t have to do that Anthony,”

“Well I wanted to, I know how badly you wanted him,” He cooed pulling me into another cuddle,

“Thank you very much,” I smiled kissing his cheek,

“You’re welcome,”

“Then what’s all this?” I asked setting the plush down and peaking into the bag,

“Those were my backups, until two days ago I didn’t know if I could get him or not so I had to make sure you still had some nice stuff.”

“You spoil me,”

“Indeed I do.” He smirked, “And a nice big pancake breakfast for us both?”

“That sounds perfect,” I cooed, “And your gifts are under the sink.”

“Under the sink!” He cursed, “I swear to god I have searched every other inch of this house… except under the sink.”

“That’s why I put them there.” I laughed as I took my seat,

He happily took out his bag and came to take his seat beside me. We opened our gifts and read our cards before we started on our breakfast, building each other mountainous pancakes, as we shared kisses and sweet adoring words.

“Happy Valentine’s Y/n,” He cooed,

“Happy Valentine's Anthony,” I smiled as we shared a soft kiss, “Love you,”

“Love you too,”

[the-fiction-witch]

Hi, this might be an odd thing to ask, but is the Pinocchio film in English? Only, I watched it in Italian.

Hi!

No worries I am a fountin of useless knowledge,

The Pinocchio in Question was made in Italy and released in 2009.

Staring notably Bob Hoskins as Gepetto, Robbie Kay as Pinnochio and Thomas Brodie Sangster as Lampwick.

The movie was actually made for Italian and British Tv, being a collaborative effort between Italian and British producers, It was filmed in Italy but filmed with its cast speaking English.

The movie was intended to be split into two episodes to air, with it being dubbed over by Italian actors for the Italian channels, and left as English for the UK airing.

Since it's original airing it has become slightly hard to track down in decent quality due to made-for-TV movies not having the best preservation.

It is available in full on UK Amazon, free with Prime.

Or you can track down English DVD's which is what I personally did.

Sorry for the long-winded answer, but I hope that helped!

[the-fiction-witch]

Luna P2

Media - House Of The Dragon AU Alternate Universe - Modern College / Uni Kids Character - Oscar Tully (Age Up) Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - Luna Rating - 18+ nudity/ EJ/ caught/ Word Count - 1320

His grandfather, Grover Tully, shuffled into the room with his customary nonchalance, dressed in his worn plaid shirt and khaki trousers that had seen better days. Clutching his phone in one hand, its screen illuminated with the latest news, and his reading glasses perched on the edge of his nose, he didn’t bother with pleasantries. Knocking was beneath him, and neither did he see the need for a shout to announce his arrival. With a casual confidence, he pushed the door open and strolled directly into Oscar’s room, oblivious to the fact that his grown grandson might be engrossed in something more private or serious.

"Oscar! How did I get the YouTube's?"

Oscar let out a sudden and very loud gasp, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest as his grandfather entered without knocking. He quickly grabbed his bedsheets and wrapped them around his waist trying to conceal himself and the messy state he was in, "Grandfather! For gods’ sake, knock next time!"

"hummm why?" Grover looked up and actually saw the state of his grandson's bedroom. "… Oscar what's going on?"

Oscar’s face flushed red and he struggled to come up with a reasonable explanation, his mind still trying to catch up with the sudden interruption. He cleared his throat and tried to keep his voice steady. "Grandfather… um, nothing’s going on, I was just… just doing some… some work on my laptop." he mumbled, trying to cover up the obvious fact that he had been doing far from work

Grover narrows his eyes and tries to come closer and see the screen. "What's this them… Walls… Online walls?" Grover asked having no clue what was happening on the screen,

Oscar's heart raced even faster as his grandfather tried to come closer and see the screen. Thank the gods for Luna being quick enough to bolt out of frame. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm "It's… it's just a video call, Grandfather.." he explained quickly, hoping that his grandfather would accept the explanation and leave.

"video calls… AHH… Who are you calling then?"

Oscar’s mind raced, trying to come up with a believable answer. He didn’t want to tell him the truth, but he also didn’t want to outright lie to his grandfather "It’s… it’s a friend, Grandfather. Just talking to a friend."

just then Luna hopped back on her bed thinking it was safe again having put her dress back on but not anything under it, meaning she was covered but… it was pretty easy to tell she wasn’t moments earlier,

"Ohh! Hello Miss Luna!" Grover waved,

"Hi Mr Tully" she politely waved,

"You two chatting nice then?" Grover asked,

"Uh… yeah, Grandfather, just chatting… chatting nice," trying to keep his voice as normal as possible while shooting Luna a panicked look, silently begging her to play along and not say anything that would give away what they had been doing,

"mhm, just chatting about classes." Luna cooed,

Grover looked at Luna. And her outfit. Then at Oscar's laptop. Then at Oscar and his bare chest. His eyes narrowed before he grabbed the sheets and yanked them hard enough that Oscar momentarily lost his grip.

Oscar yelped and immediately grabbed the sheets again quick enough that only his bare hips were seen by his grandfather, but that was enough to make Hoster’s theory confirmed,

"… Do you think I was born yesterday boy?"

He sighed deeply, knowing the cat was out of the bag, and there was no point in trying to hide the truth any longer, "No, Grandfather, I know you weren't born yesterday… I… I was just…"

"smooching with your girl hey?" Grover laughed,

Luna couldn’t help but giggle,

Oscar's face flushed red with embarrassment as Grover put it bluntly. He sighed again, knowing there was no point in denying it any longer.

"Yeah, Grandfather… I was, uh, smooching with my girl." he admitted,

"well, she seems very nice." Grover nodded, "You think I care? I watched your father, court your mother, marry her and have you, in this damn house. You think I don't know what goes on?"

Oscar chuckled softly, his grandfather's words taking the edge off the situation a bit. He shook his head, a mix of relief and amusement at his grandfather's nonchalant attitude. "No, Grandfather, I'm just… surprised, I guess. I wasn't expecting you to barge in like that." he replied, still finding it a little embarrassing to be having this conversation semi-naked with his grandfather

"I'm Partly convinced I listened to your father creating you." Grover scoffed

Oscar's face turned even redder as his grandfather's words sank in, his own parents' activities the furthest thing from his mind in that moment. "Oh gods…" he groaned, covering his face with one hand, trying to block out the mental images his grandfather had just put in his head, while at the same time praying for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

"well… Pleasure to meet you miss Luna, you’re a very pretty girl and we'd love to have you over for dinner" Grover waved

"Aww thank you" Luna smiled, "Won't that be nice Oscar?" She asked blowing him a kiss,

Oscar nodded, "Yes, that’d be nice. Very nice." he said, shooting Luna a grateful look, appreciative of her ability to handle this situation far better than he was.

"… Well don't be rude. She sent you a kiss." Grover laughed shoving Oscar's shoulder,

Oscar stumbled forward with the unexpected nudge from his grandfather, almost losing his balance but managing to regain it just in time. He shot Grover a slightly annoyed look, but his lips curled up into a small smile at his grandfather's words "Right, right…" he chuckled, before turning to Luna and returning the kiss she had sent him, mouthing a silent 'I love you' to her,

"awww love you too!" Luna, she mouthed back,

"She's a cutie." Grover laughed "When you're done I need my YouTube's looked at. And we'll plan out a dinner for you Miss Luna." He cheered before heading for the door, "Oh and Oscar?"

"Yeah?"

"if you're going to try and hide that you're having… Internet sex with your girlfriend. Maybe clean the jizz off your keyboard!" Grover laughed as he left the room,

Oscar’s eyes widened in shock but when he looked he had indeed not noticed that he’d completely sputtered it all over his keyboard, and he turned bright red.

As the door closed behind his grandfather, Oscar promptly groaned loudly and flopped back onto his bed, his face buried in his hands "Oh, gods… This has got to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life."

Luna burst out laughing rolling around her bed as she laughed,

Oscar glanced up at Luna, her uncontrollable laughter making him chuckle softly despite his embarrassment "Glad you find this situation so amusing," he said, his voice filled with feigned annoyance, though his eyes betrayed his amusement. He leaned over his bed, reaching for a clean towel and quickly wiping away the offending goo on his keyboard

"cause it's adorable!" She giggled "he's sweet. Like a big you"

Oscar chuckled again, staring up at the ceiling "Yeah, I suppose he is. A bit direct, though…"

"that's just grandparents there all like that. Mine are a nightmare"

"Hmm, maybe you're right,"

"Sometimes I just wish they could learn to filter themselves a little, you know?"

"never gonna happen" she laughed "You shouldn't keep him waiting well chat later okay Oscar?"

"Yeah, I know, wishful thinking…" he said, chuckling again. "Right, you're right. I should probably go deal with the whole "YouTube" problem." he said, making air quotes with his fingers as he spoke he stood up slowly, and let her watch him get dressed again, "Talk later, sweetheart. Don't miss me too much in the meantime,"

"I'll try. Love you" she blew him a kiss,

Oscar caught the kiss she blew him and made a show of catching it and putting it against his heart, a smile on his face "Love you too." he smiled before hanging up the call and heading down to the living room,

[the-fiction-witch]

Sweet Lady

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Unnamed Human Rating - 12 Word Count - 2147

Elrond had to run. He grabbed his weapons and sprinted through the woods, hoping to lose the orcs and reach a sunny clearing where they couldn't follow. He knew Eregion was too far away, but he had no choice but to try.

The orc party chased him, weapons in hand, tearing through the thick underbrush.

Elrond ran as fast as he could, trying to create distance between himself and the orcs. His heart raced, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

One orc threw an axe that caught his cloak on a tree, stopping him from running. Elrond struggled to free himself from the cloak, but it was too late. The orcs surrounded him, arguing about whether to kill him or take him to Adar.

Elrond held his sword tightly. He knew he was outnumbered, but he stood firm, looking at the orcs with fear and determination. He tried to read their next move.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle caught the orcs' attention. As they looked around, two of them got hit by arrows and fell to the ground. The others searched for the source of the arrows but fell victim themselves. The last orc tried to escape, but it was too late. A figure emerged from the brush, cloaked in deep burnt orange. He grabbed the orc by its neck and threw it to the ground at Elrond's feet.

"Mercy is not for monsters." The figure said before gutting the orc with its own axe,

Elrond watched in bewildered fascination, He couldn’t believe that this figure, just saved his life. He looked down at the dying orc at his feet, then back at the figure. "Who are you?" he says, his voice a mix of wonder and relief.

the figure freed him from the tree and pulled back the hood of the burnt orange cloak revealing skin and a long braid of hair tied back with a butterfly bow. Below the cap of the cloak was a short knee-length orange dress and brown leather trousers and boots. A belt of apothecary bottles and arrows for her bow, now on her back.

Elrond was taken aback by her beauty, but quickly gathered his composure. "My thanks, miss," he says, still a little breathless from the adrenaline of the chase "You saved my life. I am in your debt."

"Keep your debt." She said. "I have no use for it."

Elrond nods, He respects her for her strength, though he can't help but notice the coolness in her tone "You are a skilled fighter," he says, gesturing to the body of the orc at his feet "And clearly not someone to be trifled with."

"those without swords can still die upon them. I'd rather have the advantage than not." She said collecting her arrows,

Elrond watches her as she collects her arrows, He can sense a hardened edge beneath her beauty and finds her intriguing. "You're not like any man I've met before," he says, his gaze still on her. He thinks to himself that perhaps he shouldn't underestimate her.

"Have you met many?"

Elrond nods "I have, though not many like you. Most men I know are farmers or tradespeople, simple folk, living simple lives. But you…" he pauses, studying her carefully again, "You're a woman of the wilds. An expert with the bow and blade. Someone who lives by her own rules."

"World doesn't live by mine. Why should I live by anyone else's?"

Elrond smiles slightly at her words. Despite her coldness, he finds himself somewhat drawn to her. "You're wise. If only more men shared your perspective." He says.

"most men are weak. They bundle together in fear built villages and towns afraid of the dark to be alone. They huddle together like cattle and follow whichever cow walks towards food."

"You certainly have an unflattering opinion of us." He says, his tone light with amusement.

"us? You are an elf are you not."

Elrond nods "I am. Half-elf, to be precise."

"A rare case. An outlier."

he chuckles slightly at that "In more ways than one." he gazes at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her. She was unlike any human he'd ever met before. He found himself wanting to know more about her.

"you seem to be doing better than most." She said looking at his clothes,

he glances down at his clothes, realizing that they do indeed set him apart from others. He never put much thought into his appearance and its implications before. With a soft, self-deprecating laugh he says "Perhaps. My position has its privileges, I suppose."

"and it's risks. They know you're important." She said glancing at the orcs. "I could be a queen, but no one can tell I'm valuable."

Elrond nods in understanding. It's true that his position makes him a target. But he's never really thought of it in that way before. "Is that to your advantage? To not be easily recognizable?"

"It's one of them. Elves don't understand that. Walk around high and mighty in fine clothes, on white horses walking to elven gates a mile high. Not exactly respectful to anyone else."

Elrond can't help but feel a bit humbled by her words. It's true that many of his people can be self-important and dismissive of others due to their elven superiority, "You speak the truth. Many of my kin do not see things from other perspectives. Including myself, it seems."

"ummm." She scoffed, "Eregion is that way. Don't walk by the river orcs make camp there."

"Thank you," he says, starting in the direction that she indicated "Though I do have a request."

"What?" She turned back

he hesitates for a moment, "If it's not too much…" he says, a little awkwardly, before continuing, "do you mind if I walk with you for a while? It can be dangerous out here and there’s strength in numbers."

"fine." She sighed

He smiles, glad that she agreed to accompany him. He starts walking beside her, his pace matching hers. "Why were you out here? The wilderness is not a safe place for a human, even one that possesses archery skills like yours."

"I live here."

"You do?" he asks, his expression one of both surprise and concern. "And what, pray tell, do you do out here alone?"

"fish. Farm. Wood work. Live."

"You have courage, I’ll say that." He says, his tone one of begrudging admiration. He glances at her again, trying to get a read on her. So far, she's been closed off and a bit cold, but underneath that is a fierce independence that Elrond can't help but respect. After a moment of silence, he asks, his tone a bit lighter now, "How long have you been living here alone?"

"Sixteen years."

"You've lived here since you were a child?" He asks, his concern growing.

"Since I was fifteen."

He can't help but grimace. “You were fifteen… been here sixteen years your… your thirty-one?”

“Yes.” she snapped,

“…My apologies, you do not… look -”

“Look what?”

“…You appear young for your age miss,”

“As do you.”

“Well yes but I am half-elven, I am sure you have no such excuse,” he chuckled,

“My excuses are my own.”

“I see…” He nodded, "And what made you choose such a life?" He asks carefully. He's not sure how blunt she will let him be, nor how much she'll reveal to him.

"I don't like people." She said walking faster,

Elrond quickens his pace to keep up with her. He can tell he's treading on thin ice, but cannot help but persist, "Don't like people? Or are you afraid of them?" he asks softly

she pulls out a blade from her belt and puts it to his neck, "I. don't. Like. People."

Elrond raises his hands in a gesture of surrender. Clearly he's hit a nerve. He takes a small step back to remove the blade from his neck. He gazes at her, his expression one of both wariness and concern, "I can see that I've upset you. That was not my intention."

she put the blade back on her belt and kept walking, "People are cruel. Vindictive. And stupid. I'd rather be alone."

"I understand caution," he says quietly after a moment, "but to completely close yourself off…do you never feel lonely?"

"I have animals." She answered, "and the trees often talk with me."

That throws him off a bit. "The trees?" he echoes, trying not to sound doubtful. Although, he's learned that stranger things happen in these lands than one would care to believe, "What do the trees say?"

"they ask for silence. And for fire to be extinguished"

Elrond is even more unsettled now. The trees had asked her? Told her things? This woman was definitely full of mysteries. He regards her with a mixture of wariness and awe. "They…they communicate with you?" he asks, still trying to comprehend this concept

"Everything in this world talks to you. If you only listen."

He regards her thoughtfully for a moment. The thought that everything, not just animate objects, has a voice and consciousness is a strange but captivating idea, one that he's never really considered before. He looks around at the trees, the rocks, the streams, considering them all in a new light. "And the rivers, the streams…the mountains? They talk too?"

"they flow in a direction of their own regardless of how we decide. Dam a river, it’s first move is escape."

he gives a soft laugh at her response. "So you're saying that nature doesn't adhere to the whims of men. It does as it pleases."

"Do not laugh at me" she glared,

He raises an eyebrow at her tone of voice. She was clearly offended that he'd laughed at her. He shakes his head "I'm not laughing at you." He studies her for a moment. "You do understand that you're just as much a part of nature as the mountains and rivers and trees. You can't deny that you're part of this world you love so much"

"I am not meant to be."

He frowns at her words. It was a sad thing to say, that she was not meant to be. He feels a pang of sympathy for her "How can you say that?" he asks, unable to keep the concern out of his voice

"this world is not for us. never had been. We are not built for it. We need fires and towers and clothes. If this world was meant for us we would not need anything. We would simply be."

"I think you're being too harsh on your kind…" he pauses, thinking this over. She did have a point, and a fair one at that, "Perhaps you would find the Elves' homeland more to your liking. lindon, Eregion" he says,

"Even you are not made for here. Elves come from the west."

He nods. She was right. "No, I suppose we are not." he says quietly, his thoughts turning to days long past He looks at her again. There was something about her that stirred something within him. Not just her beauty, but her passion. It was something that he had not seen in the presence of his own kin. He can tell that behind her coldness and anger to the world, there was a deep well of emotion. He wanted to unearth it..to see what was underneath. "Perhaps none of us are meant to be here," he says softly

they reached the edge of the woods the bright sun on the fields and Eregion in the distance "perhaps not." She said, "This is as close as I go."

He turns and looks at the open fields that lie ahead, He isn't ready for her to leave just yet. Not when there was still so much he wanted to know about her. "Must you go?" he asks, not even trying to hide the disappointment in his voice

"I must." She demanded

he sighs softly, knowing that he can't win this fight. With a resigned nod, he says "Well…thank you. For saving me back there. And for accompanying me," he looks at her, trying to commit everything about her to memory. Her hood concealed her face, but the few parts of it that were not hidden were imprinted on his mind. her hair, her skin. The way her shoulders were set, her hands gripping her cloak. He didn't want to forget any part of her.

"be well. Elrond half-elven." She nodded before she fixed her bow and pulled up her hood and like magic into the woods

He watched her until she was completely gone from sight, disappearing into the thick of the forest like a ghost. He couldn't help the feeling that he'd just lost a chance. To what, he didn't know. for a moment, he considered running after her, into the woods. But he decides against it. No good would come of it. There is a small part of him that whispers that he will probably never see her again. He ignores it, and pushes it down to the back of his mind. He stood there for a few minutes longer, looking after the place where she vanished, before finally starting forward again But it was gone nonetheless, "Farewell…" he muttered quietly “Sweet lady…”