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10 Types of Kisses

Various LOTR/TH x Reader

Pairings: Aragorn, Fili, Haldir, Kili, & Legolas x Reader (separately).

Pronouns: n/a.

Prompt(s): 10 types of kisses by @urfriendlywriter. You can find her post here. (I used 9/10 of them).

Word Count: 3.4k words (3415)

Warnings: No beta, we die like Boromir. open wounds (Aragorns + Fili's), marriage (Fili's), swearing (Kili's), mentions of battle + death + blood (Legolas).

Tree Speaks: I had a lot of fun writing this but it also went into territory that I'm not particularly comfortable with writing yet so we'll see how this pans out.

Translations: amad - mother, dwarrowdams - a term used for female dwarves.

LOTR + TH Masterlist

Published: 25/02/2023

1. Aragorn

soft kisses - where they're just lying beside you, hands playing with your hair as they trail tender kisses all over your lips

The two of you were meant to be sleeping of course, but the gloom of the mines made it hard to settle. You supposed that's why he pulled you away from the others slightly, to a spot just that bit further away.

Aragorn was on first watch as usual, having made it his task since the beginning of the journey, and always insisted that the hobbits and Gandalf got plenty of sleep. But with that came the usual knowing looks between the two of you as Aragorn knew his love wouldn't sleep unless he would.

So with that knowledge, and him sensing his love's rising anxiety at being trapped underground, it now brought them to this.

He tilted your head up from where it was resting against his chest, his hand cupping your face. Aragorn brushed a few loose strands of hair off your face from where it had fallen out of place as his own head tilted down towards yours. His hand gently entwined with your other, and he paused in his movements, allowing you to decide next.

You gently reached up, threading your hand through his long locks and gently pulling him down towards you. He pressed his lips to yours, mouth moving slowly, softly, intimately.

He pulled away, your lips chasing after his, a small smile gracing his lips as he pressed another kiss, and then another, and then another to your lips.

the type of kiss where you can't find words to say after, or the ones where your forehead lingers against each other's

Aragorn's horse trotted through helms deep, having just pulled him up from the river bed where if not found, he would've succumbed to his wounds. He dismounted his horse and received a scolding from Gimli before forcing himself up the staircases and into the deep.

Legolas rose from outside the doors, greeting his friend who believed him dead. The elf pulled him into a familiar embrace before pulling back and making a sarcastic comment about the ranger.

The elf turned a small smile gracing his face before yelling the name of a person. The ranger followed his line of sight. It fell on his love, you.

You looked up after the elf who yelled out to you, before seeing the man you mourned for standing with him. Abandoning your stuff, you ran to him, arms thrown over his shoulders and crushing him to your chest as a few sobs left you.

His arms encircled you as he leant his forehead against yours. He didn't care at that point about the mud caking him and he didn't think you cared enough at that point, so it made no odds on whether he was careful or not.

He pulled back slightly, raising his hand to caress your face before pressing his lips to yours. Tears left both of you as his mouth moved languidly with yours.

Aragorn pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. He wanted to say so much to you, fearing that he would never see you again but all thoughts left him as he wished to stay in this moment, longing for nothing but you.

2. Fili

messy kisses - curly hair, ruffled sheets and half-buttoned clothes as you just want more and at that moment, they're the most beautiful soul to you ever

The sun trickled in through the window, bypassing the curtains that hadn't been fully drawn across the night before. The young (ish) couple lounged in the bed, bodies pressed together as close as they could get with the few layers of clothes still between them.

He tilted your head up to meet his, his lips pressing against yours, moving languidly in the early morn. Fili reached up, hand caressing your courting and marriage braids that were still somewhat intact.

He groaned, feeling one of your hands gripping the hair at the base of his neck and the other slipping under his shirt across his chest.

Fili pulled back, eyes fluttering open to meet yours; your own half-lidded as you drew in a few stuttering breaths. It was a pleasant greeting from your love first thing in the morning, one that you would be against again.

You gazed up at Fili, the dwarf hovering over you, careful not to rest his entire body weight on you. The tressels of sunlight filtered through his hair, causing a glow to shine over him.

His eyes trailed over your face, memorising every detail as if it was the first time he saw you.

kisses on your body ♡ frail kisses on your shoulder! on your lower back, belly and trailing to your neck, collarbones, lips.

A cry of pain left your lips.

Oin pulled the blood-soaked cloth away from where it was pressed tightly against your side. The infection from the arrow had spread, the orcs having laced it with something deadly.

The pain wasn't something Fili wished on anyone, much less you. So he did his best to comfort you whilst the infection ransacked your body. His hands firmly held you, one holding the back of your head, and the other gripping your forearm to stop you from forcing Oin's hand away from the wound he was trying his best to treat.

After Oin had doused the cut in water, trying to flood any dirt that wormed its way in, Fili pulled you closer. The healer moved back to gather some more altheas and cloths, leaving you curled against your prince's chest.

Fili dropped his head down to your shoulder, as your tears continued to douse his shirt - not that he cared as it was covered in sweat, grime, and whatever else from the trip across middle earth - his hand on your head slipping down to the back of your neck, stroking his fingers in what he hoped was a soothing pattern.

He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, the fabric of your tunic had been pulled away, cut away for easier access. It would need replacing, he noted, but hoped that it would be enough to cover you until the sun rose again.

Fili continued his ministrations, pressing another kiss further up your shoulder. And then another at the junction where it met your neck. He considered pressing one to your neck, in that one spot he knew made you shiver, but with the way you were sitting in his lap you were already considered improper in public, so he begrudgingly decided against it.

Oin chose to return at that moment, pressing the churned-up altheas against your wound and then tying the cleanest cloth over it. You cried out in pain, more tears falling. It was like someone was driving a burning knife into your arm, over, and over, and over again. The pain rolling in waves.

Fili kept whispering words of praises and comfort, the Kadzhul translations lost in your mind as all you could feel was the pain, and him.

The knot was finally tied on the bandage. Fili slid his hand from the back of your neck to cup your face, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead before leaning his own upon yours.

I'm here, you're safe now, I love you, the action spoke more words than Fili could find himself saying.

3. Haldir

lazy kisses as they admire you - fingers delicately trialing your jaw as they kiss your lips

"Haldir," you groaned, leaning back against his chest, head turned up to face him. A smile graced his lips, his eyes locked with yours, shining full of love.

It wasn't often you got to spend a prolonged period of time with your Marchwarden, especially with him being gone for months at a time to guard Lothlórien's borders. So any time you spent with him was precious, even if you knew he would be leaving at the end of it again.

The braid in his hair was loose, albeit from your hands running through his hair earlier, causing him to have a sexy, but dishevelled look. The thought of elves being supermodels no matter what state they were in flashed through your mind again causing you to chuckle slightly.

Haldir raised his hand, letting it linger under your jaw as he delicately leaned down to place another kiss against your lips. Warmth bloomed through you and as his lips moved against yours, all thought about him having to leave again in a few days retreated into the depths of your mind.

You were drunk off the taste of him, off his kisses as he stole your breath each time. And nothing would ever change that.

goodbye kisses - kisses lingering like liquor in each other's lips, bitter but sweet, "I'll always come back to you, love. you're my home after all."

The boats gifted to the fellowship had just finished being prepared and were packed full of provisions to last you a good while.

The thought of having to leave your home again haunted you but not just because it was where you lived. No, because this time you were leaving your love, not knowing when you were to see him again. He was your home.

The Marchwarden was allowed to see his love off, having been granted a week's leave whilst you and the fellowship recovered and stayed in Caras Galadhon, Lothlórien. After you were sent as an emissary to Imladris, Rivendell in the common tongue, and word had returned that you had embarked on a journey to destroy the one ring, Haldir was worried for you.

He knew the history of the ring, as did most if not all elves and was worried about the dangers you may face. He knew that you could protect yourself, having been a sparring partner against you for years, but the worry did not dissipate.

He met you at the shoreline, his hand over his heart in the traditional greeting before he held your hand in his. Sadness filled his eyes as he wished not to see you leave, but knowing that this was a journey you were willing to take.

Haldir leant his head against yours as he fixed the cloak hung around your shoulders, ensuring that the broach was attached properly.

His hands lingered on your waist as he prepared himself to say goodbye again. It was one thing being the one who was leaving, but now that he was on the receiving side for once, he now knew how your heart felt each time he went on patrol. That feeling of not knowing if you were coming back or not eating at his heart.

Your hand on his cheek stole his spiralling mind from his thoughts as your lips pressed against his. A tear threatened to leave his eye as he consumed your kiss like a drug. The fear bubbling in his chest soothing to make way for the love he held for you but the melancholy feeling at having to be parted from you made it more bittersweet than anything.

His lips lingered over yours as you pulled away, his hand raising to stoke a strand of hair back from your face. Haldir wished he could keep you here in his arms but understood the task you had undertaken would not be dropped lightly.

4. Kili

kissing and realising this is the person you'll always love, you'll always want to touch and snuggle with

Kili didn't think he could hold you any closer than he currently was.

You were practically melded into him, hands gripping tightly to the back of his jacket. The clothing was still damp from the thunderous storm you had walked through, but nonetheless had to still wear.

The terror that shot through him as the thunder giant collided with the mountain, believing that he had lost not only his brother but you as well, was something he never wished to feel again. His hands trembled slightly at the thought.

He shifted slightly, taking some pressure off his shoulder whilst pulling you upwards slightly so you were level with him. The ground wasn't pleasant to lie on, less so on his side, and even less so with damp clothes on, but Kili knew this was the company's best option right now.

Kili rested his head against yours, his eyes meeting yours. He nudged his nose with yours affectionately, giving you time to pull away.

It was something he always did, you noted. Every time he wanted to kiss you but couldn't find the words to say it, or was surrounded by too many prying eyes, he did that. Gave you that tell that allowed you to decide what happens next.

You tentatively leant forwards, tilting your head upwards ever so slightly, letting your lips press against his. There was no rush. No incessant desire to pull the other closer, just him.

Kili moved his lips slowly with yours, savouring every moment that he got with you. Fuck, he loved you. The realisation pulled at his heartstrings more, knowing that he could've lost you today.

prohibited kiss - you're not even supposed to be seeing each other but your hands are on his hair and his hands around your waist, lower bodies pressing into each other as you kiss

Laughter radiated through your body as you were pulled through the endless turns and corridors of Erebor. The stone walls were lined with torches and braziers all lit with fires burning brightly.

To anyone else, it would be a maze, a catacomb of tunnels that unless sense was made of them, would surely lead to your demise. But years of living there had engraved the pathways into your mind, and no doubt Kili's.

His hand dragged you to a secluded corner, himself coming to a halt. He could no longer hear the guards trying to follow the two of you. Pride flooded his chest as he gazed back at you, finally alone with his betrothed.

You were finally able to get a good look at him, now that he didn't have all the dwarrowdams fawning over him. Even if he wasn't "beautiful" by dwarf standards, he was still a prince and would have people trying to gain his favour.

But his title didn't matter to you. Kili did.

And by the creator himself, did you love the way he looked. His hair tousled from the running, and the short beard he was so desperately trying to grow accentuated his face.

But the ceremonial robes that hung to his body? You couldn't resist.

He found himself pushed back, pinned against the pillar. Kili's eyes locked with yours, the same fire of desire within him, burning through you.

Your lips pressed with his, mouths moving frantically with the others. Your hands that gripped onto the front of his robes slid up, trailing up his neck and into his hair, pulling slightly to press him into you more. A groan left him at a particularly harsh tug before your hand moved to trace his courting braid.

He pulled away, panting, breathless, kissing you again and pulling you into him, arms gripping your waist, hands in his hair, your bodies practically merging into one. If his Amad caught him now, he wouldn't even have to face the scornful looks of Dwalin, he would already be lying in his grave.

But could he let you go? Fuck no.

5. Legolas

shy kisses - when you're the one pulling them closer, and they nuzzle their face in your crook after the kiss, hands around your waist as their ears get red

You were scared. If anything you were currently lustful, but you were about to fight in a war against ten thousand troops with an army of less than a third of that. So you were scared.

Legolas had turned to where you leant against one of the pillars, choosing to come and check all the fastenings on your armour. He was meticulous and methodical as he went to each and every one, adjusting where he deemed necessary whilst checking it caused you no discomfort.

A soft smile graced your face, as you watch his gentle movements before reaching out to cup his face in one of your hands. A blush, so subtle anyone who didn’t know Legolas would miss it, warmed his face, his head lifting and eyes locking with yours. It was as if he was staring straight into your soul, his piercing grey eyes full of love but fear.

You pulled him towards you, Legolas leaning his head down as his hand held over yours on his face, the other resting gently on your waist. Leaning up, you gently pressed your lips to his. Just once, mind you, the action as tender as possible, letting him come to you.

Legolas leant into you, pressing his lips back against yours, moving at a slow pace. He wanted to savour this moment as much as possible before the two of you walked to what could be your deaths.

ahem.

The clearing of the person's throat sprung the two of you apart, you mentally preparing for the endless stream of apologies to whichever passerby caught you, only for it to be someone you knew all too well.

"Aragorn." You spoke, heavily embarrassed to be caught with your lover.

The ranger looked between the two of you, his face being that awful neutral resting one making it so you couldn't judge his feelings on the matter. Aragorn must have read the panic starting to creep up in you as a teasing smile broke out.

“I have no qualms with this,” he began before looking over his shoulder towards the entrance of the armoury, “but the people of Rohan may not be as forgiving if you are caught.”

He turned on his heel, making his way up the staircase and leaving the two to their devices.

A moment passed and then a chuckle left your lips as a sigh left Legolas’. His head fell to your shoulder as the blush absconding his cheeks spread like wildfire tinting his ears a rosy colour.

At least it was only Aragorn, you mused, If Gimli had found you then he wouldn’t stop teasing your elf.

kisses of reassurance - saying that you're safe, still with them, that your heart is still beating wildly in your chest, that they couldn't get rid of you if they tried, that for some insane reason, you're not dead yet

Your chest heaved, trying to inhale as much air as possible as you sprinted up the mud-soaked hill. Aragorn had yelled for the soldiers to retreat into Minas Tirith and you were making your way as fast as you could until an arrow pierced your shoulder.

The doors were closed and sealed as you entered alongside the last few stragglers, a resounding bang from the wood hitting the stone frame. The room spun on its axis.

The throbbing pain in your arm continued, each ebb seeming stronger which was probably due to the adrenaline wearing off. Maybe you should've stayed fighting, it surely couldn't hurt as much as your arm did, you thought as your uninjured arm reached out to hold yourself up against the wall.

Giving up on keeping yourself upright, you slid falling somewhat ungracefully to the floor, blood dripping from your wound and soaking your sleeve. It was funny how much damage one arrow could cause.

You blinked.

The sun had risen, and from where you could see it, it was around mid-morning. Your eyes focused and you could see a worried face in a sea of platinum blonde hair. Legolas.

Ignoring the sound of the elf’s worry, you pushed yourself up into a seated position, as he gracefully knelt down next to you. His hands mindlessly moved to cup your face, as he had to pull his eyes away from your crudely bandaged arm. The arrow had been jagged and cut more as it pierced you, causing more blood to be lost.

Your hand covered one of his as Legolas moved to press his forehead to yours.

“I'm okay,” you whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you. Your thumb stroked the back of his hand absentmindedly, as you tilted your head up, meeting his lips with yours. It was one of desperation, longing and fear. A shuddered breath left you as the two of you broke apart.

“We’re okay.”

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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 15 days

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The creator had a:

sea streaked child

WC:800

Cw: reader is said to breastfeed but isn't written doing so

Checking the blinds to make sure they were clean, remaking the ruffles so they are even.

Furina had spent her entire morning jittery walking everywhere in the palais mermonia.

Now across the room she is digging in between the blue roses hiding any less than stellar bloom under one of its prettier sisters.

Changing the tea set on the table in the middle of the room, cerulean blue, cobalt blue and sky blue swapping places faster than Neuvillette can pay any mind to.

She sighs, looking defeated at the sets and almost begging them to tell her which one is supposed to be best yet for one second the teapots looked like mocking faces. Throwing herself on a loveseat the room starts to feel smaller and she isn't even totally sure what tea to serve.

“Breath” neuvillette says from the desk, ever since he took over the leading role in Fontaine he spent more time between pages of legal documents, if that is even possible “they are arriving for a simple chat to check on the general management of the region”

“How do you even expect me to be calm when they themselves asked for my attendance for this meeting!” she sits up wobbly, the soft swirling getting worse “I can't even remember what cake you told me they liked… this is going to be a mess”

“Their grace has quite the sweet tooth, as long as what you planned doesn't have coffee it's going to be alright”

“Why no coffee?”

“miss furina… they gave birth a few days ago, it’s disadvised to breastfeed and have caffeinated drinks” seeing her nod and her little ahoge bobbing along he feels the need to confirm “that not only includes coffee and variations but also most teas” and with that she jumps to her feet, quickly excusing herself to make some changes.

“That child…” he sighs as he reviews the documents he wanted to show you and a rough overview, his head resting against his hand and a finger between his teeth. Feeling the door whining softly he laughs from the bottom of his throat “back soon early?”

And as his heart skipped a beat as you spoke “Oh, my, I know I am 30 minutes early but I thought you would like to meet me particularly” you walk deeper inside the room, past the meticulously fixed flowers that you wouldn't have noticed the mistakes on and past the three teapots on the table, each a slightly different shade of blue. Now standing besides neuvillette and facing the documents he just noticed the bundle of white cloth you held onto.

“Did the crops get better with the method I recommended? It left me worried when I left”

“The production got better, if you want to check the report is here” he offers the three papers stuck together by a metal clip when he notices that doing it with a single hand might be hard “if I might help you” he positions his arms to grab the baby and you let her between his arms

“Let's hope she stays asleep, she is such a colicky baby” you whisper but as soon as you finish the sentence she opens her eyes and starts wailing “my goodness…” you sigh deeply.

“Let me take care of it, just focus on that” he stands up and tries to mimic what he saw parents do with their small children whenever something upsetting might come up during the trials and small children would cry.

He grabs her neck and head with one hand and her legs with another, cradling her like you. As he was swaying softly the blanket covering her hair slid down to show pointy ears and softly cartilage mixing on her thin white hair.

“Is she…” but is soon shushed by you, pointing at the door and then to your ears, the message very clear ‘someone might be listening’ but he keeps his eyes glued to you only to catch you mouthing a soundless yes. His hands cradle her head onto his neck, soft blue cartilage sneaking past his fingers.

Now soothed, you two find comfort on the soft sound of passing the pages and Cordelia's breathing, the baby's name he would later find out.

“NEUVI I managed to get a cheesecake and fontas did i save this?!” Furina pushes past the door, holding a full size strawberry cheesecake and hugging three fontas against her chest but seeing you head on thinking you weren't on Fontaine yet “HIYY”

The screech caused Cornelia to get startled and start wailing “Miss Furina.” neuvillette says sternly, almost like a father telling off his daughter. But the only thing it caused was for her to see him hugging a baby suspiciously similar to him which didn't take her long to join the dots.

“OOAH!”

“Furina please stop scaring my daughter!”

#genshin impact #gi #sagau #self aware genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #neuvillete #genshin neuvillette #neuvillete x reader #meme made in WhatsApp my beloved

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rsmura · 7 months

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dates with enha ୨୧ enhypen

( bookshelf ) genre fluff pairing enha x fem reader word count 1.6k warnings skinship, pet names, not proofread

a/n none.

heeseung

— carnival

you have always loved the ambience of carnivals, with their music playing in the background and lots of screams

which is why you asked heeseung if you guys could go there, which ofc he said yes he could also show off his skills

when you arrived you saw this huge teddy that you wanted so bad so you ran over to it like a small child

you watched as other people tried to get it but failed so you pouted knowing you didn’t want to waste money trying to get it as well

heeseung saw this being the observant guy he is, and knew he had to get it for you

when you went to the bathroom he immediately ran over to the teddy and attempted to get it. and ofc he does legit an ace at everything

you came back and saw heeseung holding this giant teddy, the one you wanted to be exact, and started squealing

“babe i literally just went to the bathroom, how did you get this so fast?”

“i knew you wanted it so i tried and i got it for you!” he exclaimed and handed you the teddy, you jumping around and hugging it

you guys ended the date with a ferris wheel ride, embracing and sitting next to each other, as the teddy sat on the other side

rest under cut !

jay

— restaurant

as it was your anniversary, jay spent days searching for a romantic date and he decided on this new opened fancy restaurant

he told you to wear something fancy but didn’t explain where you were going as he wanted it to be a surprise

when you got there, there was absolutely no one so you were a bit confused

jay disappeared only to come back with a bouquet of red roses and a teddy bear

“jay oh my gosh! stop this is so cute.” you gushed over everything he planned

“i rented this restaurant for the night so take your time in ordering, eating, anything. tonight is about us baby.” he gave you the flowers, not forgetting to leave a soft peck on your lips

on the last meal for dessert, you wanted to order an ice cream but jay had other plans

he gestured towards the waiter who then brought out this beautiful red heart cake that said, happy anniversary baby, on it

turns out jay had specifically designed it himself bc he wanted to make it extra special and memorable

get me a bf like jay..

jake

— dog cafe

layla was over in korea, so you and jake decided to bring her to make friends with other dogs, hence why you guys decided on going to a dog cafe

since layla loved going on walks, she started barking and got really excited hearing the word ‘walk’

you got to the cafe and immediately dogs started barking and licking you amongst your arrival, as layla ran around, looking at the toys and obstacles the cafe had provided

you being a big dog lover yourself, squealed and started running over to the small puppies that had been playing together

jake ordered and sat down at a table close enough to see layla, as you continued baby talking with the puppies you were fond with

all while forgetting jake, your boyfriend

“princess can you pay more attention to me pleaseee?” he whined, “i know i’m not a dog but isn’t this supposed to be our date?” he asked, emphasising on the our

“sorry, these puppies are just so cute! i’ll pay more attention to you later when they’re tired.” you apologised but not even looked at jake as the puppies started jumping up and down your legs

suddenly you felt a big presence behind you, thinking it was layla or another big dog. only to find jake kneeling like a dog and panting, sticking his tongue out

“jake! what are you doing? please this is so funny.”

“you weren’t giving me attention as your boyfriend, so i bet you gotta give me attention as a dog!” you laughed and ruffled his hair, “alright alright, i’ll pay attention to you then.” you gave him a peck on his temple and sat down

after writing this panting like a dog sounds kinda goofy

sunghoon

— ice rink

it was one of your first dates and he wanted it to be special and cute which you agreed ofc bc who wouldn’t want to see the ice prince in action??

you guys got your skates and started putting them on when little kids started rushing in, excited to see the rink

you smiled at their excitement, waving hi to a few of them staring at you, when a child came up to sunghoon

“hi mr! can you help me with my skates? it’s so hard!” they pouted as they held the laces of the skates with their hands

sunghoon ofc helped them, making small talk, as you gushed over how cute he looked with little kids

when you got on the rink, you held the side wall and wobbled a bit, so sunghoon came over to help you, holding your waist and moving backwards

“help. how do i move..” you tried moving your two feet, in result almost tumbling over if not for sunghoon. you got no answer, “love are you zoning out-”

“babe you look so cute concentrating on your feet.” he giggled and started teaching you the basic steps of moving, making sure to hold you extra tight in case you fell he just wanted to hold you

he then made a deal with you that everytime you made 50 steps, he would give you a soft kiss on the lips you got at least ten thousand kisses that day

sunoo

— movies and ice cream

sunoo had originally planned to go out and watch a movie but unfortunately the weather said no

you opted to watch at home instead considering you had netflix and a bunch of choices to choose from

you guys sat on the couch, warming up inside the blanket due to the rainy cold weather, holding hands as you scrolled through the movies, sunoo eating his mint chocolate ice cream

“oh my gosh babes we should so watch barbie!” you were excited as the old barbie cartoons had recently been added back onto netflix

“nooo i don’t want to watch barbie… can we watch something like, uh, train to busan?” he obviously wanted more action entertainment, but you didn’t want to use your brain and think about the storyline, so clearly you didn’t agree

sunoo very much didn’t want to watch barbie today, as last time you guys watched peppa pig, so he decided to tease you by flicking his ice cream onto your face

“no. you did not!” you screamed, taking a spoon and trying to flick it back onto sunoo, him flicking even more onto you and your clothes

ofc this meant no more movie watching since the blanket and you guys + your clothes were drenched with mint chocolate ice cream sunoo ended up doing the washing as he started it

“babe i swear next time we gotta stop with the food, we can literally never watch anything with it.” sunoo laughed off whilst putting the clothes in the washer, not forgetting to leave you a big kiss on the back of your head as you were washing your face

jungwon

— picnic

inspired by his en-log a while back

you guys decided on a picnic date next to the han river

jungwon brought out your fav snacks and drinks being the thoughtful person he is and you brought some card/board games you wanted to play

the sun eventually started setting a bit, indicating night fall

you and jungwon were cuddled up in a cozy blanket, leaning against a tree, as you watched the sun set below the mountains, casting a shadow along the river

“wow the sunset is so beautiful. right won?” you stared at the view in front of you, then turned to your left, seeing jungwon look at you with his sleepy eyes

“i have two beautiful views in front of me, you and the sky. but i’m getting a bit sleepy now..” you laughed and made a gesture that he could lay down

as he started drifting asleep, you took a few pictures of him on your lap and saved it to your favourites

you started tidying up the food and games, put it back into the basket, making sure not to wake him up, especially after hearing his light snores

riki

— paintball

i feel like riki’s someone who gets competitive and likes sports

so you weren’t surprised when he invited you for a paintball session

only for the staff to place you on the other team with complete strangers…

you didn’t do well with strangers so obviously it was gonna be hard communicating up with them but riki being very sociable, had no problem in small talk, and came up with a few strategies to take out your team

his first opponent to take out was you☺️

so while you were hiding behind a tree, riki saw you and ran up to you, giving you a small back hug, wrapping his arms around your waist

“what the- riki what are you doing?!” you were surprised someone had come up behind you

“hi!!” he giggled, “how are you doing?” you were about to answer when he teased, “oops, sorry i’m eliminating you first!” and shot your vest with the paint

“riki what! i’m your girlfriend..” he just giggled

safe to say you got a bit mad petty much and riki had to smother you with little kisses all over your face when you guys got home

networks @k-films

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minticecodes · 2 months

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A (late) piece for dmcweek2024 day 4! I was buzzing to put forward something for the week. Prompt was alt universe.

AU where Eva survived the fire and had to figure out a way forward, believing the twins dead. She becomes an RPG shopkeeper selling wares ranging from antique books to magical goods (Devil May Scry). She's also out for Mundus' blood.

Image descriptions are the same as in alt.

[ID: 7 Digital illustrations and sketches. 1: Coloured illustration of a bookshop at sunset. Eva, a pale blonde middle aged woman mans the bright patterned counter. She wears a turtleneck and red shawl, has shoulder length hair, and diagonal facial burn scar and scarring on her left hand. Light rays illuminate her gently smiling face. Besides packed books, on the shelves are potion bottles, statuettes, succulents, and a displayed katana. Roses and plants decorate the shop. On the counter are a thick hardback, bookscanner, and crystal ball. Cards are displayed inside the counter. On the wall hangs a price sign, featuring doodled vital stars (large star drawn with sunglasses), holy water and fortunes. Beneath it is a rose wreathed divinity statue display, with 2 red orb offerings in a dish. 2: Eva from behind, sitting hunched alone at a table where a birthday cake sits untouched. It's a two flavour cake. By her clenched hand are crumpled tissues. Caption: 'Vergil...Dante...happy birthday...' 3: Eva bracing the Devil Sword Sparda across her shoulders, aimed at the ground. She wears a bell sleeved, ruffled funeral/wedding dress with a slit for leg movement. A veil trails behind her like a ribbon. Close ups of her show the headpiece design; a pacifier made of a long bird skill, feather, rose, and four skeletal 'legs'. 4 & 5: Trish taking on teen Dante's image: a tan teen in black, with chin length white hair, a halter neck tank top, leather pants, kneelength boots and black polish. Her leather jacket collar resembles lightning bolts. She leans against an invisible wall, one leg bent to brace her foot against it. She looks askance with arched brows, lifting shades from her face. The 2nd image is a 3/4 profile with shades perched on her forehead and popped collar. 6: Helmetless portraits of Dante and Vergil in armour, expressionless. Dante's hair is shoulder length and falls across his face. 7: Full body of 2 somewhat lanky demonic knights. One (Nelo Angelo) in black and blue with droopy horns rests his palms atop his blue broadsword's pommel, the sword upright against the ground. He stands straight, staring ahead. The other in white and red and curled horns has a palm clapped on Nelo Angelo's shoulder, other hand at his hips. Somehow the eyes on his helmet express playfulness. At his back is the hilt to a flail, the spiked ball resting on the ground by his armoured heels. They're labelled '~16' . End ID.]

Read more for some wordy backstory and sketches. TW for mentions of torture, abuse and solitary confinement surrounding the twins.

I had...so many more ideas that I'm leaving out to keep this short. It's fun to think how she'd mesh with the cast.

Like! her and Lady. Mother that lost her kid and kid that lost her mother. It writes itself how much unwitting projection can go wrong. And pretty much everything about her, the twins, and Trish :)

In terms of backstory:

After the fire she's alone. Her birth family disowned her long ago. She thinks about revamping the mansion but the idea of staying in that empty space with only memories for company is too much. So she eventually opens a small store.

Starts off paranoid and distant. Still is distant but gets entangled with the local community overtime. Greets people by name and they'll chat about how life has been going. This includes demon hunters and demons and supernatural beings living peacefully; her shop becomes a small safe haven to exchange information to stay safe.

Gets very good at forging protective charms. Haunted by the memory of the enchanted closet, smashed in and empty.

A regular is a schoolgirl who originally came to pick up reserved books for her father but stuck around because hey, this place is quiet and interesting, and the owner serves stellar teacakes. Great place to study. To Mary, Eva's kind, though odd, secretive and a little lonely.

I got inspired by Eva's association with the bangle/bracelet of time and the amulets for her fighting style. It's based around item crafting, like an RPG character slapping on every stat boosting item.

She stitches together different outfits for different needs Cardcaptor style. They're all exceedingly dramatic. It's not clear here but I wanted a bird motif to eventually come through. Phoenix motif, really.

[ID: Rough sketches: A magician esque outfit with vest, feathered tophat and cape. A longcoat with long skirt and long scarf at her back like a cape. The cape is tagged with 'spells stitched into fabric'. Close ups on the coat lapel show two pins (strawberry and wing), labelled 'charm lapel pins.' Close up of the shoes show sharp heals and ankle bracelets. Eva leaping in a black bodysuit and leotard, with feathery collar, quill behind her ear, and ballet shoes with a claw at the heel. Eva making a triangular 2 hand sign in a hooded cloak and longskirt. Around her shoulders are claws. At her hips is an hourglass. Above her heeded head is a clocklike halo. Beside her is a sketch of a woman with a lionhead mask. A funeral and wedding dress inspired outfit. Eva crouches, wielding the Devil Sword Sparda in scythe form. Her face is covered by a tattered veil. She wears a knee length ruffled dress, black gloves, and a long, ruffled cape. Close up of her left hand shows a ring and finger claws Rough comic. Chibi lady talks to chibi Eva. Lady holds up a black body suit with billowing sleeves and a cleavage window. Lady: "Eva what is this" Eva (smiling cheerfully): "Oh - that old thing!" Eva: "My old hunting outfit. Gosh I'd almost forgotten about it. Not the most comfortable thing - so skin tight..." However Lady fixates on 'my old hunting outfit'. The words go in one ear and come out as a younger Eva in a catsuit, pointing a gun with a serious expression, wind blowing through her hair. Lady stares into the distance, bewildered, and slightly blushing. End ID]

Meanwhile the twins are having a terrible time but they have each other, even if they don't remember they're brothers. I think it'd be sweet if they have a bond anyway. Everyone else thinks they're rivals at best.

(Nelo is Mundus' favourite to toy with as the proud, eldest son. But when he gets rough, Bianco butts in and acts up for Mundus' attention. This gets him sent to solitary confinement; Mundus figured out Bianco hates small spaces and designed an iron maiden for him. Others think Bianco is a brute who acts out for a fight. But that's ok. It means Bianco can keep buying Nelo time.) (When lucid, Nelo despises his own weakness when this happens.)

[ID: 2 Images. Nelo and Bianco Angelo in fisticuffs in a cartoony dustcloud, glaring at each other as they fight. They're captioned 'Mundus' most competent generals'. Additional text: 'silent, obedient, crushing force when apart. Perfect soldiers. ... until they're put together. Complement each other's battle style OR clash terribly. Nelo Angelo staring off, arms crossed and furrowed eyes somehow expressing being completely fed up. Behind him, Bianco and Griffin talk at each other. Griffin's glaring. Bianco has a hand up to gesture. End ID]

#dmc #dmcweek2024 #devil may cry #dmc eva #eva sparda #dante sparda #dmc dante #vergil #nelo angelo #dmc vergil

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bebemoon · 5 months

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look for the name: SEMELE-ROSE

selkie "the debutane waltz" voluminous ruffled lace-trim gown

mary katrantzou velvet mules w/ crystal buckle detail, a/w 2o17

stonehart jewelry classic fangs in solid rose gold

natural pearl and diamond pendant earring {"The surmount set with a round natural grey pearl, suspending a drop-shaped natural pearl of cream colour, both with purple and green overtones, highlighted by old mine-cut diamonds together weighing approximately 8.15 carats, mounted in platinum." -sotheby's}

simone rocha beaded pearlescent cake bag, s/s 2o24

#semele-rose #name #request #outfit #hope you like !#selkie #fangs #jewellry #pearl #mary katrantzou #footwear #gown #stonehart jewelry #sotheby's #earrings #bag #simone rocha #purse #queue

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rwby-imagines-and-headcanons · 9 months

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Team RWBY - Childhood friend Reader goes Missing

(So I tried to respond to the actual ask but Tumblr glitched out. So I'm doing it like this instead, apologies!)

You're so sweet thank you so much!! This prompt hits so well for me, you have no idea. I wasn't sure whether you wanted EVERY girl from the series or just Team RWBY. For this one I'm gonna do just Team RWBY, but if you want me to do the rest of the girls in the series, just send me a message and I'll write those up eventually!

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Ruby Rose

You and Ruby were two peas in a pod the moment you met. It was like two puzzle pieces made perfectly for each other. You both were into similar things and your personalities mashed super well. Not only did you have a similar sense of humor, you were one of the few people that actually enjoyed her over the top antics and affections. Ruby would often ambush you with a hug while you walked around campus, sometimes leading to you two falling in a pile of giggles. Every week you guys had plans. On Tuesdays you both liked to have Debate Nights where you both defend your opinion on something (often roping in the rest of your friends to be the jury). There wasn't a dull moment with you two, every day was full of laughter and joy. You were each other's first school friend and that friendship has lasted for years. After the Fall of Beacon, you were split up like most, but found each other fairly quickly. You were a great support for her and would always listen to her issues. She felt connected to you deeply on a different level. Even after the rest of Team RWBY came back, Ruby found herself strangely attached to you more. Being reunited with her sister and friends was one of the best feelings in the world, but the moment you and her found each other again takes the cake in her heart. It became incredibly clear that she was in love with you. Looking back on it, she did have a habit of making excuses just to talk to you in private. Ruby didn't know what to do with this information, but it will come up at the right time

One day at about 5 am, Ruby was awoken by Qrow with a somber look. Apparently during the night you went missing. No one saw or heard a thing. You were there sleeping in your bed and then you were just… gone. The thought of you being missing was terrifying, but Ruby tapped into her abundance of optimism and quickly got dressed and headed towards the town. You couldn't have gone far, right? You probably just went through the city and got lost, no big deal! For the next week her routine remained the same; Wake up early, gather friends to look for you, take break for lunch, keep looking alone, head back, sleep. At the start she was hopeful, but everyday just wore her down until the 7th day when it broke her. You've been missing for a whole week, where were you? Yang held Ruby as she cried, eventually passing her to Qrow when it came time to go to bed. He did the best he could and was as supportive as possible, but he knew Ruby needed space to process it herself, and brought her to her room. With a hair ruffle and weak smile, Qrow wished her a good night and left her to rest

Ruby was awoken the next day early in morning yet again, except this time there was a knock at the door. When she opened it, her heart stopped. You stood on the doorstep, clothes torn and bloody. There were no major external injuries but it was clear you were heavily shaken up. Hobbling in with a limp you entered the house and sighed at the warmth. Ruby was at a loss for words, only able to muster out a vague question of what happened.

Apparently when you were going to sleep last week, you decided to throw out the trash as well beforehand. When you exited the house to take it out, you were suddenly ambushed by multiple Grimm and dragged deep into the forest. Since you were going to sleep, you didn't have your weapons, scroll, or any protection at all. You were completely vulnerable. For the past week you had been both fighting for your life against various Grimm and trying to navigate your way out of the forest labyrinth. Just when you were about to collapse, you finally found the opening into the town and limped all the way back to your home

It hurt like a bitch, but you tried to smile as big as possible. You could tell Ruby was feeling awful about this just looking at you. Before you could say another word, Ruby lunged at you, pushing you both onto the couch behind you. You let out a loud hiss as your leg bent at an odd angle and your hip twisted. Her arms were wrapped tightly around your neck, her head buried into your chest. As you gained the strength to question her, Ruby cut you off

"Oh my god I'm so happy you're okay! I love you so much, I don't know what I'd do without you! I can't lose you!"

Hearing the absolute heartbreak in her voice and the way her breathing staggered between sobs pushed you to shed your own tears. In the forest, all you could think of was getting back to Ruby, the girl you loved. The fact that the whole time she felt the same sent you over the edge. You tightly hugged her back, ignoring the pain you felt from your injuries. Both of you just went back and forth saying how much you love each other over and over again to the point of it becoming unintelligable. Tired from being overworked physically and emotionally, you fell asleep together on the couch in each others arms. When everyone woke up in the morning they helped patch you up, with Ruby holding your hand the whole day

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Weiss Schnee

Weiss never expected to like someone so much. She was cold and abrasive, especially at the academy. But for some reason you just… stayed. And it wasn't annoying like it was with Ruby, instead whenever you knocked on her door she could feel her heart skip a beat. She'd still scold you for interrupting her and tell you to leave of course. Every week you pushed a little further, giving her space at the same time as to not overwhelm her. Weiss took notice and appreciated it deeply. She never had someone who took her interests at heart and it was so foreign. Your friendship took awhile to start, but once it got going it veeeery quickly turned into a closeted romance. Maybe it was due to her sheltered upbringing, maybe it was due to you not judging her for her family name, she didn't know. But something about you melted her heart and she fell hard. And it was super obvious, she is not good at lying. It got to the point that basically everyone knew of her crush except you. Ruby and Nora kept trying to get Weiss to confess to you already, but she managed to avert the conversations elsewhere. She'd tell you, but now wasn't the time

Weiss quickly regretted that decision when she came back from a mission to hear you never returned from yours. At first she thought it was a prank and got angry, but when she realised it was true, she started freaking out. She pretty much interrogated everyone who interacted with you that day and started slinging accusations. Emotions got heated and multiple arguments broke out. Ruby and Jaune tried to organize a search party for the next day but that didn't do much. The day ended on a sour note, and Weiss instantly locked herself in her room. She spent the whole night crying, trying to contact you through your scroll

While on a mission, the whole group got a message that you were found alive. Badly hurt, but alive. Weiss basically abandoned whatever she was doing and got to the location marked on her scroll as fast as possible. On the way she went on call with Blake and learned what had happened. Apparently SDC protestors learned of your appearance and relationship with Weiss and grew enraged. A Schnee didn't deserve to find love, and you loving her just made you complicit with her family's crimes! They took their chance while you were alone and approached you, asking for help. When you followed them to the abandoned building, you instantly knew it was a trap, but they bashed you on the head and kidnapped you. They spent the last few days interrogating you about the SDC and Weiss' "secret plans". No matter how many times you said you didn't understand they wouldn't take that as an answer. You got incredibly lucky when Ren saw a shady person enter the building you were kept in and decided to call backup and investigate

The whole travel her anger grew and grew, a flurry of emotions clouding her head. She doesn't even remember traveling to you, she became concious again when she saw your beaten, bloody face. You had a black eye and bruises all over your body, but other than that you were in good shape. The moment your eyes met, Weiss stormed over and began yelling at you. She screamed about how foolish you were to follow strangers, how stupid you were for being so naively kind, it all just fell out of her mouth. Rant lasting awhile, it all accumulated in her confessing what she had been holding for years,

"Why can't you just understand that I love you and don't want you hurt?!"

When she realized what she said she fell quiet and put a hand over her mouth. For the next minute it was pure silence. You could hear a pin drop. It took you a bit to fully process so you just stared wide eyed. Weiss's face dropped as she looked to the ground solemnly. She blunted said you should have just exposed her so you could go free without harm. With that you broke out of your trance and instantly pulled her into a hug, letting out a small hiss at the pressure on your ribcage. You instantly let her know that it was worth protecting her, and when you confessed you felt the same into her ear, Weiss melted into your embrace. As you hugged she just kept calling you an idiot over and over again, threatening you to never get kidnapped again. Meanwhile everyone in the vicinity did a sigh of relief and thanked the gods you were finally a couple

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Blake Belladonna

At the start Blake didn't really like people much, that was obvious. But unlike Weiss who was more abrasive and combative, Blake preferred to ignore or dismiss. Even after you became friends with the rest of Team RWBY Blake was the last one to warm up to you. But things changed when you saw her reading a book from your favorite series. Shocked you knew of it, she inquired about your interest and you two spent the whole time talking about the plot and it's history. After that day Blake found herself intrigued by you, and was happy to find someone to enjoy books with her. Everyday she grew warmer. You noticed she would slowly start to approach you herself and actively start conversations. It was cute. Soon she realised that she was falling in love again. Blake tried so hard to fight those feelings off. Her relationships have always been plagued by tragedy and she doesn't want you involved in that. But every time she heard you laugh and saw you do cute little dances, it got nearly impossible to not fall for you

Although your friendship had been pretty steady, you knew Blake was hiding things from you. You tried to pry information from her to no avail, she kept being vague. Tensions just kept rising and rising until tt all came to a head when she finally spoke up. Blake told you everything, all about Adam and the White Fang. She even opened up about what happened with Yang and how she ran away from her team. It was… intense, to say the least. It was so much to process at once you couldn't really wrap your head around it. She was in the White Fang? Yang lost an arm for her? This Adam guy is still out there? The more she tried to explain herself and her history, it just made you more confused and overwhelmed. Your brain became overstimulated with emotions that you just blew up at her. She started silent, but eventually raised her voice as well. It was an intense back and forth argument between you two that ended with you both angrily retreating to your respective rooms. Blake layed in bed awake all night, thinking about your whole argument. It was wrong for you to blame her and yell, but she absolutely understood why you did. This situation is tough and multi-faceted. As she finally drifted to sleep, Blake made up her mind

The next day Blake emerged from her room to confront you and apologize, but found you were gone. Everyone else saw you leave the house in the early morning but haven't heard a thing from you since. Blake's heart instantly dropped. Remembering your last interaction made her imagine the absolute worst and made her heart race. Without a word she ran out and went looking for you. She didn't even have a game plan. Normally she is very levelheaded and able to control her emotions, but this time it was impossible. Adam was still out there watching, waiting. He already went for Yang multiple times, there is no doubt in her mind that he would target you too. Every possibility played in her head of him kidnapping you and hurting you

Blake scanned the streets and forest paths desperately, and after what seemed like hours, she finally found you. No hesitation she called your name, catching your attention. As she dropped in front of you, before you could say anything she grabbed you roughly by your shoulders. Voice quivering, Blake asked you if Adam touched you at all, tears in her eyes. You shook your head confused, gaining a desperate sigh of relief from the Faunus. She explained how you just up and left with no notice and how scared she got considering your fight. But you responded that you left behind a note telling her you were just going for a walk to cool down. You two spent the next couple of minutes clearing up misunderstandings and eventually got the full picture. And awkward silence fell upon you two, which you broke by apologizing for your outburst. Blake was silent at first, but responded in kind,

"I'm… sorry for not being upfront and honest with you. I always try to hide and run, because I'm afraid my past will come back to haunt me. Adam knows when I get close to someone, he knows when I…

I try to rationalize it by saying it's for your sake, but that's not fair to you. I can't do that to someone… someone that I love. I promise from now on there will be no secrets between us."

Her words shook your core, and made your face instantly flush. She was being the most upfront and genuine she's ever been, and you couldn't help but lose your breath. Gulping, you quietly tell her you feel the same, making her ears perk up. On the way back to your home, you both gently locked hands

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Yang Xiao Long

Yo, you didn't become friends, it's more like Yang kidnapped you and you got Stockholm Syndrome. Obviously I'm joking, you were actually a friend of Ruby's and happened to be Yang's age, so everytime you visited Ruby you two would get to talking. After a couple conversations, Yang deemed you to be fucking cool and constantly tried to talk to you and chill. It got to the point that you started hanging out with Yang more than Ruby, causing the latter to pout. Your interactions devolved into playful flirting and teasing. She would always call you "cutie" and make flirty puns at you, gaining a blush and sigh in response. As much as you guys messed around, Yang started to realize that it wasn't just jokes anymore. Over the years you've known each other the atmosphere changed. Subconciously she had been trying to give you hints about how she feels. It took her talking to Blake to really come to terms with her feelings and figure out what was going on with her

The next morning Yang happily slammed your door open and brightly called for you to get up. All of her happiness stopped in it's tracks when she saw your empty bed. With no hesitation she began asking everyone where you were, with varied answers. Nora and Ren ate breakfast with you, Oscar saw you watch tv, Weiss had an argument with you about beverage choices, etc. Blake was the only one with a solid answer, stating you were heading to the out of town store to get groceries. Yang could feel herself getting slightly annoyed, but appreciated the response and happily went to go meet you there. She hopped on Bumblebee and started the drive

While she drove, Yang tried contacting you through your scroll but wasn't getting a response which was odd. You were usually really attentive and always answered, at least sent a text message or something. After a couple more times she was about to put her scroll away, until you picked up. Yang happily spoke into the scroll, playfully scolding you for making her call so many times, but got no response. She listened closely and could hear the faint voices of two men yelling. They were clearly not friendly and were throwing threats all over the place. It was already giving her a bad feeling, but when Yang heard gunshots and the sound of you screaming in fear, she put Bumblebee in overdrive and beelined towards you

When you left the house, all you intended to do was get some bread and pasta for tonights dinner. You even went to the far off store that had the high quality noodles. But about halfway during your shopping the doors slammed open and two men stormed in holding guns. They began threatening the store and it's patrons. The old Shopkeep tried to tell them to leave but quickly backed down when they shot 3 bullets at his feet. One of the men chained the door shut and closed the blinds, while the other went around and gathered customers to the center of the store. Adults and children were herded onto the open floor and promptly restrained as to not intervene. Your scroll, thankfully on silent, kept telling you Yang was calling. You knew you couldn't respond to her, but you accepted the call to let her at least know what as going on. After a couple of gunshots you closed your scroll and shoved it in your pocket. As the other man got closer you looked around and found an opening behind the freezers. Before he approached you quickly slid behind and held your breath. No one noticed your escape, and went along their way. For the next 10 minutes you sat there in horror as you heard the store get ransacked and customers terrorized

The front windows suddenly shattered as a yellow and black bike got thrown through, ramming into one of the men. Yang quickly followed, eyes red and hair burning. She started to tear apart the store trying to find you, breaking shelves and display stands. You name was called but you could barely hear due to the freezers. Upset at the sudden entrance, the men tried to intimidate her, but she didn't even flinch. Knowing you were somewhere in the building, possible hurt, made her go blind with rage. With ease Yang defeated and apprehended the criminals with excessive force. A few extra punches and kicks and head slams are fine, right? Shopkeep thanked her and called the police, leaving Yang to find you. Now that the room was quieter, you could hear her desperate cries and called out for her, crawling out. You were barely off the floor when Yang nearly tackled you and hugged you tighter than before.

"I love you so much, I'll never let this happen again. I'll never let you get hurt."

In that moment Yang didn't even care about the fact she just confessed her true love to you, all she cared about was the fact you were in her arms unharmed. You didn't say it back, but you reciprocated her hug in a way that made her understand. The hug lasted for a couple of minutes, both of you just breathing together and calming yourselves. Once your heartrates dropped and your minds' settled, Yang gently helped you up and lead you to her bike, hopping on herself. Wrapping your arms around her waist, Yang quietly drove you back to the house in comfortable silence. That night Yang slept in your room with you due to anxiety and paranoia of you getting possible hurt. But even after those fears quieted down, you guys kept sleeping and cuddling in the same bed like the lovebirds you were

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This was so long but so fun to write??? I hope these are alright!

#RWBY #RWBY Imagines #RWBY Headcanon #RWBY x Reader #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao Long

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ancient-and-gauntly · 5 months

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An Afternoon Stroll in the Gardens

Character: Ominis Gaunt x Reader Summary: Ominis walks through the garden with his two children, enjoying life Warnings: None really?, Children are named but nothing else, fluff, children fluff, just something sweet to start off my binge in this fandom Word Count: 400

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The sun bathed the garden in a warm, golden glow as Ominis sat on a bench, surrounded by the laughter and excitement of his two children, William and Isabella. The fragrance of blooming flowers filled the air, and the vibrant hues of the garden painted an unseen masterpiece in Ominis's mind.

"Look, Papa! The roses are the prettiest shade of red!" exclaimed Isabella, her small hand pointing towards the fragrant blossoms.

Ominis smiled, savoring the joy in her voice. "Ah, red, your favorite color. Tell me more about them, Bella."

"They're so soft, Papa," she continued, her fingers brushing over the velvety petals. "And they smell like candy!"

William chimed in. "And the birds, Papa! They're singing so loudly today. I think they're having a party!"

Ominis couldn't see the vibrant plumage or the graceful fluttering of wings, but he could feel the enthusiasm radiating from his children. "A bird party, you say? Sadly, I am starting to lose my hearing all of a sudden! I wish I could hear their song. Tell me, what do they sound like?"

The children giggled, trying to mimic the cheerful melody they heard. "Tweet, tweet!

"Chirp! Chirp!"

"-Like that, Papa!"

Ominis laughed along with his children."Ah, I can almost hear it. It must be a wonderful party indeed." He tells them, standing up to continue the exploration of the gardens, with the children describing every detail to their father. Ominis listened absorbing the world through their words and painting vivid pictures in his mind.

"Papa, these flowers are like a rainbow on the ground! So many colors!"

He reached out, feeling the delicate petals between his fingers. "A rainbow, indeed. How beautiful. Thank you for showing me, my loves."

"Tsk, tsk, what mischief are you three up to?" You teased, a playful smile on your lips as you walked up to them from behind. "I know you only came out here to enjoy some cauldron cakes and candies without me noticing. Ominis, you're spoiling their supper!"

Ominis chuckled, sharing a glance with his children. "Well, you caught us, darling. But it's all in the name of creating sweet memories, isn't it?"

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Sweet memories and even sweeter toothaches, I presume." You ruffled William's hair and kissed Isabella's forehead softly. "Come on, you little troublemakers, let's save some room for dinner. Your father's sweet tooth is contagious."

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #soft ominis #family #hogwarts legacy

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I, Your Rag Doll

Chevalier x OC (OC Chart: Esther) Action ~2.4k

A second part of the two-shot. Although they can be read in any order, I'd suggest to first go through My Dear Rag Doll, for the best experience >:)

Content Warnings: blood, violence

Chilly gusts strolled through the palace gardens, charmed by the falling night. Exhausted after hours of mischief in the fields and playing tag in towns, they nuzzled into the softness of the newly emerged leaves, ruffled the rose bushes to then rest among their roots. Just as worn down, Esther exhaled slowly, gravel crunching under the soles of her shoes as she approached the gazebo. The bench sighed quietly under her weight.

The kettle whistled, zealous and dressed to impress, red enamel shining as if polished. A tartan kitchen cloth shielding her hand, Esther grabbed the metal handle and poured the water into a teapot, fragrant leaves unfurling to further welcome the scalding heat. She let them rest under the cover and turned her attention towards the granite counter, a selection of pastries awaiting being sampled.

“You’re bringing them a snack again, Esther?”

Startled, she barely prevented herself from giving a start. “Y-yes, Miss Bernard. And I see you’re early for work again today?”

“Force of habit,” the old cook sighed, short stubby legs gliding over the floor with a light sort of elegance. She approached the rack and, without any ado, stood up on her very tiptoes to take on her apron, hands immediately brushing her silver hair back and constricting it within a low knot. “Talking about habits…” A smirk played over her lips, followed shortly by a wink, crow feet joyously pecking at the corners of her eyes. “It seems you’ve been rather persistent these days.”

“I do not understand, I’m afraid,” Esther claimed, even if just to complete their daily routine. Miss Bernard gave her shoulder a nudge, to then point to a set of vaguely cylindrical cakes, golden caramel shells shimmering, whispering, luring them in with sweet promises…

“Cannelés,” she explained. “Take some, they turned out well. Even he should like them.”

“And those?” Esther looked towards a basket filled to the very brim with flaky cookies, each twisted into something akin to a heart or two snail shells.

“Palmiers. Take some too, take some too. Although…”

“Although?”

“Well, if you’d be as kind as to listen to this old lady, I think it’d be best if you made something yourself… Whatever it is that you make.”

“I’m not sure it went all too well that one time…”

“You always say the same thing.”

The tea cart rattled all too loudly as Esther pushed it down the hallway, silver spoons plinking against porcelain cups, wicker baskets filled to the very brim with pastries shaking at the thought of overcoming yet another carpet bump. It was quite a journey for the kitchen natives, forests and oceans preserved within canvases speeding past them, interlaced with feasts attended by their honourable crockery great-great-great-grandmothers and -fathers alike. The most musical of winged beasts soared through the skies outside; treacherous adventure, or so they would claim. The chatelaine-guide clattered as they reached the door to safety, only a single knob separating them from the ramp connecting various floors… And the knob refused to budge.

Whether Esther pulled, pushed, turned or twisted was irrelevant. The door remained stubbornly locked, metal struggling against wooden frame, clawing into it just to resist her attempts. One of the headmaids would have the key, the reason suggested, yet it was also disillusioned about them being willing to spare any time on such “idle activities”; another possibility was to carry the cart up the proper staircase… Or to open the door through different means. Esther glanced around the corridor, her hand brushing against the chatelaine at her belt, fingers tracing the outline of the silver clasp to then slide down the chains and cautiously curl around the picklock hooked onto one.

“Esther…?”

Yet again, Esther narrowly avoided giving a start. Her gaze swept around the corridor once more, a nest of unkept maroon hair peeking from the staircase doorway.

“Mister Roux? Is there anything I can do for you?”

The man wiped his hands clean over his mud-stained overalls, his eyebrows arching like cat’s back. He shed some leaves and tilted his head to the side, his surprise only beginning to blossom. His eyes widened at last as they set on the cart. “Are you sure that’s the question you should be asking? C’mere… Err… I will come there. You need to have that thing carried upstairs?”

“I… Well, yes, but I’m fine.”

Something fell onto the cart as Mister Roux steered it further down the hallway, the wheels gliding over the carpet easily when guided by more forceful hands. “Don’t be silly. You’re so skinny I could snap you in half like a twig. I’ll carry it for you.”

He did as he said, leaving behind more than just dust and a few splotches of dirt. Hidden between the plates, cups, saucers and the baskets, a notepad remained unnoticed up until the very door of the foreign affair faction office. Inconspicuous, at first glance it appeared to be the sole clean item the gardener possessed, black ink contrasting with the striking white of the first page. “The property of Ambroise Roux”, it said, yet as prised as it was, it was also forgotten. To search for its owner then would be wasted effort – Esther simply tucked the notepad in her pocket and resolved to give it back at a later date.

***

The registry closed with a heavy thud, tables filled with numbers to the very brim disappearing when snugly embraced by the leather-clad covers. Esther leaned back against her chair, the last of fading dusk caressing the windows of her room, just short of begging for shelter. Steamed after cooking for hours in nothing but imports, exports, taxes and laws to somehow make some sense of it all, her mind was barely there, to the point where she could lose her head and take no note of it at all. Nevertheless, if Chevalier told her to do it, it meant she was either capable enough to succeed or her destiny was to fail. Esther closed her eyes. Muffled chirping stirred her tired thoughts.

When she didn’t look, Esther could pretend that it was not the palace grounds, but her home. With the smell of roses still being contained within the perimeter of their buds, the rustling of the greenery sounded deceptively similar to the groves she had known all her life. Lilac wouldn’t be in bloom yet either, she would think and trick herself into waiting for what would never come… Provided that she her eyes remained closed. But they did not.

“Esther?” Mister Roux asked, a lantern held in his hand. “What in the… What are you doing here at this hour?”

Esther straightened her back and, slightly embarrassed, grasped at her skirt. “Oh… I just needed some fresh air, I’ve got a bit of a headache. And you, mister? Long shift?”

“Yeah.” His broad shoulders heaved to then slump, mud too appearing rather dejected as he sat beside her. “What a day, though.”

“Has something happened?”

“Lots of work and then I lost something important. I dug through the whole damn gardens, but of course, it’s nowhere.”

Esther’s eyes lit up. Without even thinking, she patted down her pockets, the hard corners of the notepad pricking her things through the fabric. She reached for it as if it burned, handing it over just the moment it touched the garden air. “What luck!” she chirped, clearly relieved. “You left it on my cart. I realised only when I was already at the office, but I thought to bring it to you as soon as I’d see you… But the task from Prince Chevalier has kept me — Mister Roux?”

The man stared blankly at the notepad in his hands. He grew redder and then paler, almost blue, wavering between green and purple to eventually settle on white. He smoothed the cover with his thumbs. “You went with it to see..?”

Esther got up to face him properly. The lantern flickered.

“Mister Roux?”

“… that beast?” His voice fell into the quiet of the night. The boards creaked as Esther took a step back, eyes fiery with a fever she could not comprehend boring into her.

“I have to go.”

“You ain’t going anywhere.”

Esther ran, out of the gazebo and into the night. The gravel shrieked as it skipped out of her way, kicked away from its place with each hurried strike delivered by her feet. Shadows shivered as she passed through them, another figure following shortly after her. Flames trembled within their prison of glass, winds raising their heads at the quiet commotion. Nothing and nobody offered her aid.

The path winded and it turned, yet it never seemed to shorten itself, regardless of the number of corners Esther would cut. She threw a glance over her shoulder. The distance separating her from Roux had shrunk, shrinking further with each elapsed pace. Dewy gravel groaned again. She beseeched her legs to run faster, to carry her out of the reach of his hands —

The heel of her shoe slid off the edge of a misplaced rock. Esther flailed her arms, but remained off-balance, her palms crashing into the ground. Her heart rose to her throat. A mistake was one mistake too many, she was gravely aware, thick fingers armed in broken, dirt-padded, nails clawing into her shoulder to force her to look his way. Esther reached into her capelet at the last moment, a miniscule glass bottle falling into her hand just as Roux threw her back and pointed a something at her.

The liquid vaporised at once, thundering and scorching.

“You fucking —!”

The something fell. It was something metal and something hard, something that then reeked of sulphur and of fire, and that had just been not merely pointed, but aimed at her. The explosion she expected. It was the bang that deafened her. Esther still pushed herself to run. She could not forfeit her chance.

The rose bushes swayed from side to side, lulled in the arms of the gently fragrant winds.

Esther left the path behind. She dashed through the thorny greenery. Forward. Just forward. Towards the guardhouse that still shone and kept her hope aglow.

Nightingales, sparrows, blackbirds, titmice, and other birds fluttered their wings, clouds of cawing crows churning in the skies above.

Something sped by her. She was too afraid to look back.

The garden trembled.

Her shoulder burned.

Esther reached for another bottle, the second out of the three. She fumbled with the cork, yet since it was meant to break… She threw it without looking. It missed. Obviously, it missed. But wasn’t the noise enough? Why was there nobody there, why were the guards not alar—?

Her good arm lit up in pain.

The last vial shattered as if by itself. She didn’t even know when.

Roux did not waste his chance. He gained on her, the distance disappearing as if it had never been there to begin with. Cold fear took over Esther’s mind and gave her calculated strength, soothed any of her discomfort while herding breath into her lungs… Even if it hardly mattered. Her back hit the ground, large hands pinning her down by the neck. Esther clawed into the gardener’s forearms, her knees slamming into his back with each desperate kick of hers. Warm blood clung to her fingertips, moist and sticky rather than slick.

She could not scream.

That was not the death she had made her peace with.

Esther prayed to be saved, or at least, redeemed.

***

The cough became Esther, and she was the cough. Through it, in it, and in the icy blue of familiar eyes, she believed herself to be safe – or at least her body believed for her. She faded again.

***

Her mind came back what felt like a hundred of times, pivoting just below the surface of the lukewarm darkness yet refusing to break it for more than a flash. What was a dream and what was a nightmare, what was real and what she made up – Esther couldn’t tell. Thousand of ants must have entered her throat and bit her quite painfully, another hundred or so of them washing over her limbs in waves, a handful tepid flames licking at her shoulders and arms. Would she burn down? Oddly enough, she did not hate the thought, not completely… Not in the slightest… Not…

Esther coughed, and in her state between states, she slid into the grey unreality preceding the dawn. Mortar underneath her eyelids turning to sand, she stared ahead, just barely able to see contours and shapes, questioning whether they too would cease being the second she forgot about breathing. Esther blinked, hard and then harder, the blurriness overtaking her vision casting her into a place at the frontier of places. Neither cold nor hot and not even warm, neither sharp, rough, soft nor tender, where up and down seemed to be one and the same… Her head spun, the world heaving, a vortex of convoluted sensation threatening to pull her under the surface again.

“Too… loud…”

Something turned her around, this time clearly rough, clearly decisive, and yet also obviously warm. It stroked her arm, patted her back, pulled her into a rose garden of soft fabric and silken hair, enveloped her in its contradictory nature until she could make out arms and legs, an entire set of a body that lay beside her. Esther gasped, clumsy fingers combing through her damp – was it damp? Wet? Was it truly hers? – hair, unravelling any knots in their path with a fraction too much force… She sobbed, reminded how to feel.

Chevalier held her together, hot tears staining the collar of his nightshirt as her face found shelter in the crook of his shoulder. Pushed away by his impatient sighs, kept in place by the soothing circles drawn by his hands, she clung to him as if he was the sole piece of floating debris carried by the waves. The steady drumming of his heart eased the ache in her neck, the blockage in her throat giving way to wails. Confused bitterness just spilled from her, bottomless and somehow, also finite. In that moment, for but a single precious breath, Rhodolitian roses replaced her lilac. Esther became fine. She would remain fine. She only prayed, for that would require a miracle, that come morning Chevalier would not remember her pathetic state. She did not dare check whether he was even awake, whether he was even real, the warmth of his embrace returning her to the safety locked between worlds.

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┕━» vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader

❕warnings❕: smut (p in v, unprotected sex, fingering), biting, blood/gore kinda, name calling, degration, dumbification??, hee hee mean eddie

a/n: vampire eddie has me in a chokehold. this has been in my drafts for a while, or at least the idea has, so I finally got around to finishing it. apologies for any plot holes or inconsistancies. happy reading!

『•• Eddie has changed since his experience in the upside down, but he's certainly thankful he has you. ••』

I thought I lost my heartbeat (This is a piece of cake working with my hands) -- Alex G, 16 Mirrors

The crickets chirped outside the open window, a light breeze coasting through the room and ruffling the translucent white curtains that glistened in the moonlight.

Eddie sat with his back to the headboard, stroking your hair as you slept, the latest copy of Heavy Metal held within his ring-clad fingers, his crimson-red eyes scanning each page.

Now all he did was hold you while you slept, knowing he would not find the same relief until the sun rose over he land in the east. For now he would listen to the beating of your heart and the soft breaths you released through your nose, comforting you with his cold skin until it was time for him to disappear again.

Suddenly, you began to move, shifting more into Eddie's chilly grasp, half-asleep as you let out a soft moan.

"Eddie..." you would sigh, before relaxing again into his embrace.

Vampire anatomy would never seace to confuse Eddie, because even though there was no blood pumping through his veins, he was beginning to become as hard as a rock at the thought of you calling out for him, even in dreams.

His mind wandered on what you were dreaming of him doing. Were you on your back, breasts bouncing at every thrust he would deliver to your sweet puffy cunt? Or were you ass-up, face buried in the pillows, the calling of his name muffled by the fluff of the pillows?

Eddie now found himself hungry. Not just for sex, but for something else more filling.

The Heavy Metal issue was now long forgotten, tossed on the floor beside the bed, pages now wrinkled and adandoned. He carefully moved you so he could lay beside you, face to face. He took in your beauty. You looked angelic under the moonlight, features practically glowing as he dropped a gentle kiss on your head.

The kisses began to migrate south. First your cheek, now your jaw, and finally a portruding vein in your neck, and Eddie could practically taste the blood on his tongue already. Juicy, red and filling. This was all he could think about as you began to stir.

"Eddie?" you mumbled out, sleep lacing your tone as you blinked your eyes open, your vision enveloped in his curly brown hair as he continued to lick and kiss at your exposed throat.

"Hungry," Eddie would growl into your skin, before continuing his assault.

Even half asleep you were willing to help Eddie. You would give him whatever he wanted at the drop of a hat. You were his and he was yours. Sure, his new habits and strengths were relatively new, and you had kept him a secret from your friends and family for so long, but you did what you knew would help, and that was to let him feed.

"Go on then," you encoraged, weak hands reaching into his hair before tugging gently, "Eat."

He didn't have to be asked twice, giving a small chuckle before licking a stripe up to your jaw before piercing the flesh with his fangs, growling as your nectar filled his mouth, taking over his senses.

Your mouth propped open as pleasure took over your body, crashing into it like a tidal wave, overwhelming you to the point of tears as you held onto him tightly.

Eddie would swear your blood was the most delicious he had ever tasted. He would tell you it reminded him of the sweets he would eat when he was still alive. Your blood was sweet, missing most of the metallic undertones he would get from others. It was delicious, and although Eddie loved you, sometimes it was hard for him to pull himself away.

Your brain went dumb as you rutted your clothed clit up against Eddie's pajama pants, your mind now begging to feel good as euphoria took over your senses. Vile slurping and groaning was heard from your lover as he continued to feed, the red liquid dripping onto the sheets below.

"Even when you have a monster above you, ravaging you, you still act like a needy slut...," Eddie degraded, "My slut."

Dizziness practically slapped you over the head as you felt more and more blood drain from you, and you knew you could pass out soon if he didn't stop, and you knew he would never forgive himself if that had happened.

"Eddie," you muttered, "Eddie, stop."

In an instant, Eddie had pulled back, unlatching himself from the flesh of your neck, propping himself above you. His lips were outlined with the stain of your gore, fangs almost a light pink.

His red eyes drifted over your face, weak and vulnerable, your eyes drooping from exhaustion. He cooed as he brushed back stray hairs away from your face, his hand caressing your cheek as you leaned into his touch.

"I'd say it's time to give back, huh? Would you like that, lovebug?" he asked, fingers drawing small circles on your face as he waited for his answer.

"Yes, Eddie," your voice was exasperated, "I want it. I want you."

"Of course, m'lady. Anything you want," he smiled, his pearly fangs now on full display, "What is it you want, honey?"

"I-" you started, but stuttered when you felt his hand begin to drift under the band of your panties, resting right at your hip until you continued, "I want your fingers inside of me. I want you to open me up before you fuck me."

Eddie was quick to comply, slipping your panties slowly down your thighs, an inhuman sound escaping him when he exposed your dripping mound, covered in arousal.

His fingers toyed with your folds, gathering your wetness to act as a lube before slipping his fingers inside you. Sinful sounds errupted from your mouth as he moved his fingers in your warm cunt, listening to the filth that he whispered in your ear.

"You filthy little thing," he would mutter, "you're soaked. You wanted this didn't you? Could hear you moaning my name in your sleep like a wanton whore. Don't worry baby, I'll give you everything you need," he promised, the pace of his fingers quickening as he curled his fingers, hitting all the right places inside you.

You gasped onto him tightly as you whined out for him, letting him open you up with each thrust of his fingers. Finally, you stopped him.

"I'm ready, please, Eddie. Please fuck me," you begged.

And how could he say no to you when you asked so sweetly. He practically ripped his clothes off before settling above you, positioning himself so his mushroom-shaped tip rubbed against your weeping slit.

With a hiss, he pushed into you, making you moan out at the stretch, every inch sliding in at an almsost torturous pace as you ajusted to his size. Once he was buried in you to the hilt, he waited for the go ahead, choking back groans.

"Move, Eds. Please move," you pleaded, and you swore you saw his eyes flash with lust before he gave into your whining tone, beginning to move.

His pace was gentle at first, caressing your face as he left gentle kisses as he reassured you with gentle words, easing you into that fuzzy little headspace. But soon, he began to get comfortable, and soon enough, his pace became punishing, reveling in the moans coming from you, begging for more and how good he felt. And most of all, how you wanted more.

You looked etheral under him, your body giving itself to him in every way it could. His ringed fingers played with your clit, the cold of both his skin and his fingers making you keen.

"Good girl, honey, that's my good girl, you close?" he questioned you, his pace rythmic and rough.

All you could do was nod as your eyes rolled back, you back arching into the pillows as you moaned out, but Eddie was having none of it.

"Eyes open, baby. Want you watching me."

You were almost mindless as you complied. He could have asked you to do anything and you would have done it. You were such a good girl.

Eddie looked like an Adonis above you, his toned chest smooth and free of any scars or wounds. He had become so much more beautiful when he had joined the undead, his skin practically porcaline and his features refined and beautiful.

But then, something caught you attention.

The dangling guitar pick caught all your thoughts, your brain distracted with the sight of the glistening chain, your eyes focusing on it. You were completely distracted with the shine, and Eddie chuckled.

"Fucked you so dumb you get distracted by the shiny necklace huh? Go on baby, put it in your mouth. Suck on the chain while I pound your pussy, pretty baby," Eddie encouraged.

You complied, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as the chill of the pick was placed between your lips. You latched onto it, suckling on it as Eddie quickened his pace, seeking his own release.

"Cum, sweet girl, I can feel you tightening around me like a fucking vice, shit!" he cursed, his pace never faltering.

You had no choice but to obey, letting him push you off that edge as you let your orgasm take over, everything a blur as you let go. Like a chain reaction, Eddie wasn't too far behind you, cumming inside you with a string of curses and dirty words that would even make the devil himself blush.

He held onto you tightly as he pulled out, sitting the both of you up as his release began to dribble down your thighs. He was quick to clean you up, covering you with a blanket before settling back to how you were before, your head on his chest as he gently stroked your hair contently.

"You okay down there?" he asked, and you nodded with a sleepy 'yeah'.

He held you for a while, until he finally heard your breathing slow, sleep finally taking over your senses once again. And he would watch over you that night, wondering how in the nine circles of hell he ended up with someone so incredibly perfect.

By the time you awoke, the sun was streaming through the window and Eddie was nowhere to be found. But you knew as soon as the sun would set, he would make his way back to you.

And you could have your fun all over again.

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covey!reader in the quarter quell (the interviews - part one)

wanted to give you guys a little bit of the next section! if I’m being honest, I don’t think the long written type of stuff is for me </3 how would you guys feel about more of a head cannon type of feel? I can definitely continue w this format though, we’ll see<33

summary: you receive a special message from someone and prepare for your interview!

You walked into your luxurious dressing room, expecting a rack of dresses for you to choose from. That’s how it had been throughout your entire tour- dressed up to unimaginable lengths, makeup caked on. Not that you minded, really. You’d always put in an effort of sorts when you had nights out performing with the Covey, though the Capitals luxurious full-coverage makeup was a bit varying from your mom’s old eyeshadow compact.

But this time was different. Walking into your dressing room, there was a singular dress hanging from the closet door. The dress was beautiful; though a bit simple for an event of this magnitude. There were tulle ruffles of varying colors tiered on top of each other for a skirt, and a corset-like bodice to match.

And there was a note laying on a table in front of it, a white rose laid on its side, adjacent to it. You cautiously picked up the note. It read:

Dear Miss Y/n,

I hope this letter finds you well. I enjoy the performance you’ve been putting on recently. I hope you don’t mind the last minute change of plans, but I would like you to choose a song of yours to sing to those in attendance tonight. I'm sure you’ll comply to these wishes, given you’ve been so insistent to do so on prior occasions.

You’ve become somewhat of a beacon of hope to the other tributes- make sure you’re spreading the message that will not leave those in charge in a distasteful situation. I can promise you that it will not end well for you.

I hope you find the dress I picked out to your liking- it was something of a style with your people when I was younger.

Wishing you well in the games this year- as well as you can, in any case

C.S.

You knew President Snow’s name from the stories told in the Covey. The songs still written on yellowed, crinkled music sheets by Miss Lucy Gray told you everything you needed to know about that man. You resented him for what he did to you and the rest of your family. So you picked a song you knew this man would remember. You’d memorized it at this point, as it was your favorite song of Lucy Gray’s. You remember To My Coriolanus had been written in between the lines of music notes- This piece would do just perfectly.

The threat was evident, of course, and you knew his powers well enough to comply to his guidelines. But the Covey could also put a little bit of a twist on anything- even in the face of a challenge.

You pressed your hands against the soft tulle, spinning around as the fabric twirled around you. It was a pretty dress that’s for sure. A little simple, compared to the many extravagant outfits surrounding you, but unique in every sense.

“Y/N, that’s such an certainly a colorful look you’ve got there. I like it,” said a glamoured Peeta leaning against a wall behind you. He gave you a silly smirk, tilting his head, watching you as you stopped your dancing,

“Oh, I mean, wasn’t really my choice, but thank you, Mellark.”

“Guess it’s a comfort to know I’m not the only one who had a something thrown on them without their opinion,” commented Katniss, stepping out from the shadows behind her partner. She, unlike you, had one of the most expensive, beautiful pieces you’d ever seen on- a wedding dress!

“Oh, Katniss, it’s truly-“

Welcome to the 75th’s Hunger Games’ tribute interviews! Be prepared for a night of glamor and drama, people!

You stood up, brushing the skirt once more and giving it a final look before getting into line. It’d be a moment, of course. But you, like everyone else, wanted to be prepared. Wanted to do everything you could with your likely final words to the public. That’s one way all the press training they’d put you through had backfired. You all knew how to work a crowd in any way possible. It made you powerful.

When your name was called, your level of popularity in the Capital was evident. Sure, they had handsome Finnick and love birds to fawn over, but you had something extra to you. You gave them something to grasp onto. Looks could fade, and, love could too, if you were honest. But music and art stayed forever. That showed with your performances.

The looks part couldn’t hurt anything, though, so you smiled as you walked across the stage to Caesar. You gave a wave to the audience, sitting down after giving a little twirl in your dress.

“Wow! Just… wow, darling! You certainly have something quite interesting on, don’t you? It’s lovely to see you, by the way.”

“Oh, same to you, Caesar!” You gave one of those fake giggled of yours, saved for only the situations in which they were necessary. “It certainly is something, I must agree.”

“Well, well, I did hear from a little birdie… that you have a little treat for us tonight… would you please tell us what that might be?”

“Of course! I’ll be singing for you all. Just something I whipped together for everyone tonight!”

The audience erupted with noise. The excitement filled the air quickly. It been a moment since you had sung for them last, and the Capitol was beyond excited. A live performance from you was something many had dreamed of. You stood up, getting closer to the microphone that’d been set up for you.

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Birthday Fic

Rating: T

Relationship: England + Wales + Canada + America

Word Count: 968

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Five to Twenty-Five

“What are you doing, Uncle Dylan?”

A voice as soft and sweet as the buttercream he was currently mixing called. Two blue eyes with flecks of purple peeked out of the left side of the doorframe.

“Oh, Matthew!“ Just in time,” Dylan beamed. “I’m making your father's favourite cake for his birthday, and I could use a taste tester.”

The eyes lit up. "Really?"

Dylan giggled. “Of course! Now come, come.”

He scooped some of the frosting on the spoon and brought it down to Matthew. The boy took a cautious lick. He let out an excited ‘mmm’ before cleaning the spoon of the white, fluffy goodness.

“I take it I did a good job?”

Matthew nodded eagerly.

Dylan put the bowl to the side and checked on the cake in the oven. Matthew crept closer, trying to catch a peek.

“Can I help?” Matthew asked.

“ Well…Unfortunately, the cake is almost done.”

Matthew’s face fell, head hanging low.

“But, you can help me with the icing,” Dylan quickly added, crouching down to be at the boy’s level.

“Okay!”

Dylan picked Matthew up to wash his hands before setting up a stepping stool, so he could reach the counter. Matthew eyed the bowl of buttercream next to him, little fingers crawling over to it.

“Ah ah ah,” Dylan tisked, though there was a playful smile on his lips. “You’ll get a belly ache, and we may not have enough to finish Dad’s cake.”

Matthew curled back.

“But perhaps you can lick the spatulas when we’re done,” Dylan suggested, booping Matthew’s nose.

He turned back to the oven and checked on the cake. Deeming it cooked, he pulled it out and brought it over to the counter. “Now we have to get going if we want to finish before your father gets back.”

Matthew grabbed a nearby spatula and straightened up like some soldier baker. Dylan couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing his own spatula and taking a similar stance.

— — —

When Arthur returned home with Alfred from a morning of grocery shopping he heard giggling and shushing in the kitchen. Alfred had already scurried upstairs to collect his favourite stuffed animal he had forgotten to grab for their trip, leaving Arthur to investigate alone.

Dylan and Matthew were hunched over the counter, Dylan with a finger to his lips, smiling at a grinning, giggling Matthew.

Arthur leaned on the door frame, smirking to himself. “And what are you two up to?”

“Nothing,” they quickly said in unison.

They turned to Arthur, straightening up but still concealing the counter. Arthur squinted.

“Where’s Alfred?” Dylan asked.

“Upstairs. He forgot Barnaby.”

“Ah.”

“But really,” Arthur went on, “What are you planning? Corrupting my innocent, gentle Matthew?”

Dylan gave a dramatic scoff. “I would never. But you’ll see when Alfred comes down.”

“Fine…”

Moments later, Alfred came bouncing in, his bunny stuffed animal squeezed under his armpit. He only froze mid-way into the kitchen to sniff.

“Something smells good,” he exclaimed, looking around to find the source.

Matthew looked over to Dylan who nodded. The two pulled away to reveal the cake, now covered in pale green icing with frosted white roses along the edge. In the center, sat one of those candle signs reading: We stopped counting. Surely Dylan’s choice despite being the eldest brother.

“Happy birthday!” Matthew cheered, running to Arthur. Arthur scooped the boy up, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured.

“You made a cake without me?” Alfred whined, approaching Dylan.

“You wanted to go grocery shopping with your dad,” Dylan tutted, ruffling Alfred’s hair. “But you can still help us eat it. First though…”

He looked over to Arthur, who was trying to hide a growing grin. Dylan rummaged through the drawer for a lighter and lit the three wicks of the candle. Stepping away, he pulled Alfred with him to give room for Arthur.

With Matthew still in his arms, Arthur leaned down and blew out the candles. When he was done, Matthew hugged him tightly. Dylan and Alfred joined him in shouting ‘Happy birthday’ once more.

“Now, time for cake!” Alfred demanded, running back to the counter. He tried to swipe a bit of icing, but Dylan quickly grabbed the cake first.

“Alfred,” Arthur barked, “You were so good this morning. Don’t start acting up now. Patience.”

Alfred pouted, wandering to the corner with crossed arms. But it wasn’t long before he was rushing back over to get a piece when the cake was finally cut.

“That boy and his moods,” Arthur huffed, taking a bite of his cake.

“Just like his daddy,” Dylan teased, pinching his baby brother’s cheek.

“Quit it!” Arthur waved the hand away.

They watched the two boys eat their cake and Alfred telling Matthew all about the harrowing tale of his trip to the grocery store.

“I still remember when you were five,” Dylan mused. “Always following me around, wanting to play wizards or fairies. And now you’re twenty-five.”

“Please don’t get sentimental on me,” Arthur groaned.

Dylan only laughed, ruffling Arthur’s hair like he did when they were kids. Arthur growled in annoyance, fluffing up his hair into its proper mess.

“Thank you, for all of this,” Arthur whispered.

“It’s what brothers do.” A wide smile spread across Dylan’s face, wrapping an arm around Arthur. “But I can’t take all the credit. Matthew did help me get the icing done in time.”

“Well, remind me to thank him later.”

The two turned back to the boys. Alfred was now a mess of green and white icing, and Matthew was trying not to laugh at him. Arthur sighed.

“I got it,” Dylan intervened, already grabbing some paper towels. “You go get some more cake.”

Arthur gave a thankful smile before cutting himself some more cake.

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The Lovebug Virus - Chapter 5: Balance

Yandere! Sun and Moon x Reader

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 6

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For once, everything you set out to accomplish in the past few days has been going surprisingly well.

Since the day you fell asleep in the daycare, Sun and Moon have seemingly made it their personal responsibility to make sure you get enough sleep. You had promised them that you would try harder when you came in for your shift the next day, still not having recovered from your sleep deprivation, energy drink in hand and bags under your eyes. Even if you had only said so to get Sun to stop telling you all the reasons why eight hours of sleep were ideal.

For some reason, you felt some sort of resignation in allowing the boys to take care of you. While you had been used to taking care of yourself for so long, letting some of the weight off of your shoulders in trying to remember all the little things that went into keeping your sanity was refreshing. Sun had even started trying to make a little game out of it, guessing how many hours you had gotten of sleep by all of your vitals he could read. It had surprised you at first when he told you that they had the ability to do that, but honestly, what hadn't surprised you about them at this point?

Your grades stopped suffering from the moment you took this job, it seemed. Every single class got more than enough attention, and you had Kat helping you with homework when you needed it. She was more of a help than you expected her to be. The two of you even had enough time to go out for a coffee date again, like you used to do all the time throughout the summer.

During said coffee date, she relayed that she was getting even closer with the girl from the party, whose name is Jenny. You had been hearing Kat on the phone with her a lot recently, and you had even joked with her at one point that she was replacing you with her (which earned you an aggressive hair ruffling). She pestered you about the daycare attendant a lot while you sipped your drink, for some reason. And you couldn't help the heat that rose to your cheeks when you embarrassingly rambled on a little too much about how much you enjoyed being around them.

"Oh come on, Meatball! You so have a crush on them!"

"Shhh!" you said back, looking around frantically to see if anyone else had been eavesdropping on your conversation. Kat pulled her head down apologetically, but still waved her hands back and forth in front of her face excitedly. When you glared at her in response, she sighed and realized that it was somehow a touchy subject.

"Girl, it's not like I'm judging you," she had responded. "One of the other night guards is actually in a relationship with one of the glamrocks," she said nonchalantly. You had immediately perked up at the new knowledge.

"They're allowed to date?" you asked incredulously. She shrugged, breaking off another piece of her slice of lemon cake and popping it into her mouth. You sighed, slumping back into your seat further. "It doesn't matter, anyways. It's not like they've shown any interest in me anyways." Kat scoffed.

"Seriously? Moon never shuts up about you," she claimed, crossing her arms.

"Really?" She shrugged. "I just thought that-"

"Chipmunk, you literally overthink everything. Listen to the things I'm telling you." She leaned forward intimidatingly. "They. Like. You."

It was that conversation that has you currently trying to figure out how you are going to tell them that you also like them. You currently were running through the daycare play structures, playing tag with Sun and the children.

"Oh no! I've been tagged again! What ever shall I do?" Sun calls out dramatically from somewhere across the daycare. You giggle along with Evelyn, who decided to follow you around as usual. She grabs your hand and drags you back down towards the entrance of the play structure. You let her, keeping an eye out for Sun in the process. He seems to have disappeared.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted into the air. You screech, letting go of Evelyn's hand and flailing frantically.

"Tag! Now you're it, Sunbite!" Sun exclaims, holding you in a hug. You can't help but find yourself laughing, enjoying the feeling of playing around like a child again. But you know what time it is, so you put on your best teacher voice as you speak your next words.

"Oh no! Looks like I'll have to be the first person to be 'it' in the next game!" you say, earning whines from a lot of the children.

"Now, now, little sunflowers," Sun chastises, placing you down and then wagging his finger at the young kids. "What do I always say about bringing a game to an end?"

"That it makes room for other fun activities," they all say in unison, excitement forming in their tiny bodies again. You smile as you walk over to the supply closet, pulling out black construction paper and glow-in-the-dark paint. You had come up with this idea yesterday, and when you told Sun about it this morning, he was so ecstatic about it, you had to convince him the entire time you were getting the daycare ready to wait to do the craft until before lunch time.

You walk back over to the tables just as Sun finishes settling them all down in their seats. Sun stands in the middle of them all, looking just about ready to explode. Still, when he speaks, you can't tell from his voice just how excited he is.

"So, who knows what is out in space?" he questions, looking around the young faces. Several of the older ones' hands shoot into the air, and Sun picks one.

"Stars!" he exclaims. Sun tells him he's correct before picking another one. Several of the children take this as an opportunity to just start blurting out answers.

"Planets!"

"Mars!"

"That's a planet, dummy-"

"Galaxies!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Sun says to calm the energetic kids, chuckling gently. He waits for them to quiet down before turning to you. "Sunbite, do you have anything to add?" You smile softly as you continue to hand out paintbrushes and paints to the children.

"The Sun and the Moon," you say, and all the kids let out "ooo's" at your answer. Sun somehow seems to smile wider.

"Correct again!" he agrees. He stands on one of the foam blocks and spreads his arms wide up above him. "There is so much out there that we are only just beginning to explore!" He turns back to face the eager faces. "I want you guys to help Moon and I see it all by drawing whatever you want, as long as it's out in space!"

The children scream in delight, grabbing at the glow paints and beginning their art projects. You can't help but feel a warmth in your chest at how much excitement they're giving off as you retreat to the security desk. Just as you're about to delve into figuring out what the children were having for lunch, you hear the door to the daycare open.

Max rushes in, drawing the attention of several of the children, many of which begin asking Sun who he is. Max waves at them quickly before continuing his approach to you. The apologetic look on his face immediately worries you. "Did I do something wrong already?" you ask half-jokingly, trying to keep the conversation light. He chuckles at that, shaking his head.

"No! God, no. If anything, you're doing everything right, and that's why I'm hesitant to do this..." he trails off the end of his sentence, looking remorseful enough that you feel panic rising in your chest. They weren't going to fire you already, were they? If you had been doing everything right, why would they get rid of you? And right now? In front of all the children?

Max pulls some paperwork off of his clipboard and holds it out in your direction. You take it with shaky hands, looking down and trying to stop the tears that already want to spill from your eyes. But your heart skips a beat or two as you read the top of the paper.

"ROUTINE MAINTENANCE INSTRUCTIONS: DAYCARE ATTENDANT"

"Something came up and now the Daycare Attendant doesn't have anyone to do the scheduled maintenance or cleanup on them," Max says, lifting his arm to scratch the back of his neck. "I tried to convince them to just let me do it, since you're still relatively new and all, but they insisted. I'm sorry you gotta get the extra workload."

A shaky laugh escapes your lips.

Routine maintenance? That's all this was about? Max felt bad because he had to give you extra work? "Max, you scared me!" you say, smacking him with the stack of paper. He looks rather confused, staring at you for a moment before his eyes go wide.

"Oh my god, you probably thought I was going to fire you! I'm so fucking stupid," he says, placing his palm to his forehead.

"Language, Mr. Diaz!" Sun says, earning a flurry of giggles from the children. You smile, relieved at the turn of events.

"It's fine, Max," you assure him, turning back to the desk and placing the papers down to be read later during your lunch break. "Honestly, it doesn't bother me. I'm going to school with Kat literally for robotics engineering anyways, remember?"

He gives you an uneasy smile, probably still convinced that you were being treated unfairly. But still, he says his goodbyes to you and waves at Sun before going to leave the daycare. He opens the door and yelps, though, the STAFF bot having already been waiting to drop off the lunch for the little ones. The daycare erupts into a fit of rowdy laughter as Max's face burns red and he scurries away like a cat.

You walk over to retrieve the meal as Sun begins dismissing the children one by one to go wash their hands. He collects the art projects off of the table and brings them to the security desk to lay out and dry as you set the meal down and begin disinfecting the surfaces. Then the two of you set up lunch as the children wait patiently, talking among themselves. The routine goes by smoothly with you and Sun working in perfect harmony. It makes you smile as you dish up the spaghetti into bowls and hand them to him to place in each of the spots.

The next thing you know, you're back at the security desk with Sun in his usual place, peeking over the monitors curiously as you skim the front page of the booklet Max brought you.

"So does this make you our new handler?" he asks eagerly, his rays seemingly shivering with excitement. You chuckle as you put the packet back down.

"I don't know, Sunny. Could just be temporary," you say, shrugging. He looks disheartened at that, so you continue. "But even if it is, I'm going to aim to be your handler anyways once I've got my degree." That seems to satisfy him, as he leans on the desk now with a goofy grin on his face. "What?" you ask, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Oh, I was just thinking about how much better everything in the daycare has gotten since you showed up," he muses, standing back up tall and staring off into the distance like he was reminiscing over old memories. You can't help but think he looks like he's starstruck, which only causes your heart to flutter as the weight of his words sink in.

"Oh I'm sure you guys were doing just fine without me," you say, waving his praise away to deter the blush that threatens to creep to your cheeks.

"Are you kidding me, Sunbite?" he exclaims, looking like if his security protocols weren't actively preventing it, he would leap across the desk and engulf you in a bone-crushing hug. "Everything runs so much smoother when you're here! The kids love all the amazing art projects you come up with, and even Moon appreciates the help you provide during naptime!"

Okay, now you really can't stop the blush as it takes over your cheeks. Thank god the lights are about to go out, because you're not so sure you can take much more praise without just melting on the spot.

"Sunny, stop it," you warn jokingly. "The lights are about to go out, and some of the children are probably ready to start getting cleaned up."

The solar animatronic places both of his hands to his cheeks as if having just remembered that he had a job to do, before rushing over to handle the little ones. You can't help the goofy grin that tugs at the corners of your mouth as you clock out for lunch. You just felt so... good. You wouldn't have to come up with some lame excuse to spend more time with the jester animatronics now that you had to perform weekly checkups on them. Things really couldn't get much better than this.

You wave to Sun as you leave through the employee entrance of the daycare and make your way over to the locker room. You've finally been having enough self control as of late to make yourself meals ahead of time, so as you pull open the door to the locker you put your bag in, you feel your stomach rumble at the knowledge of what was waiting for you to dig into.

Your mouth waters as you pull out your insulated lunchbox and a few bills so you can grab yourself a can of Fizzy Faz on the way back. You know Moon will give you hell for wanting it, but something about the nostalgic taste of barely-flavored corn syrup was just too addicting not to have it every once in a while. Besides, it's not like Moon could really do anything to you when you did have it. He would just grumble and glare at you like a cat protesting being moved from a comfy spot. Not really very intimidating.

Drink and food in hand, you wander back into the daycare quietly, trying your best not to disturb the children as they settle down around Moon. He looks up at you and seems to smile a bit wider, which only makes your heart flutter just as it had with Sun earlier. Maybe Kat was right.

Maybe you are falling head over heels for the stupid jester robots.

You take your usual seat at the security desk and pull out your homemade sushi roll and dumplings, excited once again that you had prepared yourself your favorite food. Moon begins telling a story to the children to get them to fall asleep. You don't recognize what tale he is reciting, which only intrigues you to listen to him instead of pulling your phone out like you usually did. After a moment, you realize that he must have begun telling the story before you even walked back in, because his sentence doesn't exactly sound like the beginnings of one.

"The little child asked the Moon when his birthday was, but the Moon didn't seem to hear him," he says, using his hands to emphasize the story as he went. "So the little child climbed up the highest tree he could find and shouted even louder. 'When is your birthday, Moon?' the boy yelled, and this time, it seemed like the Moon heard him."

You feel so absolutely enamored watching Moon that you almost miss how much his story is starting to sound more and more like he's talking about himself and Sun. The boy being the latter and him being - well, himself, you guess.

"'I don't know when my birthday is,' the Moon told the boy, feeling a little embarrassed by the admission. But the boy only smiled brighter at the Moon, instead offering to celebrate it the next day anyways. 'Tomorrow is my birthday, but I don't mind sharing it with you!' he assured the Moon," the lunar animatronic continued. Yeah, this story is definitely about him and Sun. There is no doubt about it. You wonder if he usually tells this story to the kids, or if he is only telling this story because he knows you're listening. Either way, you pop open your container of sushi and continue to eavesdrop.

"And so the boy set out the next day to figure out a present to give the Moon. He tried painting him a picture, but the colors were too bright and he couldn't seem to get the face right." You realize that none of the little ones seem to be awake anymore, which means that Moon is most certainly only telling the story now for you. It makes you feel warm inside, but you keep your head down to hide your blush and shove another piece of the roll into your mouth.

"Then, the boy thought to make him a big, beautiful cake. But he remembered that he didn't have any of the ingredients to do so, and that the Moon couldn't eat anyways." He pauses, looking up at you and tilting his head slightly, just as you crack open your can of Fizzy Faz. Did the stupid lunar animatronic just have some wild instinct when high calorie drinks were being consumed? You had made sure you opened the can below the desk so he couldn't see, and you'd also made sure it wasn't loud enough that he could hear it from where he sat.

Still, he turns back to the sleeping children and brushes the hair out of the closest child's face as he continues reciting his tale.

"Exasperated, the boy sat down on the floor of his room and wept. He wanted to make the moon feel special on his special day, but he was running out of time! He picked up his favorite stuffed animal and asked it what he should make for the moon. The stuffed animal said nothing back, but it somehow still gave the little boy an idea. He ran to his cupboard and pulled out his sewing kit. He was going to make a hat for the moon!"

You can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth as you take a bite of one of your dumplings. Even if the story wasn't entirely true (you knew the hat was always a part of the Fazco brand outfit he wore), you could definitely picture Sun making Moon the hat that always sat upon his brother's head.

"The boy worked all the way until the sun began to set. The hat was finished, but he didn't know how to give it to the moon. He wandered back outside and stared at the sky, trying to figure out a solution. 'The tree is probably tall enough to reach the moon!' he exclaimed, and so he placed the hat on his own head and then climbed up to the tallest part of the tallest tree in his backyard. The boy placed the hat on the tip of the highest branch. He wanted to wait to see the moon's reaction to the gift, but he yawned, feeling sleepy from spending all day working hard on it. So he climbed back down the tree and went to bed.

"The next day, the boy woke up and ran outside to find that the hat was missing! He smiled to himself and felt satisfied. Surely the moon had to love his gift to him. He made it extra special and with love." Moon tilts his head and smiles down at the sleeping children, being sure to jingle the bell on the edge of his hat as he does so.

You force yourself to look back down at your food seeing that Moon was now gently standing up to make his way over to you. When the red glow of his eyes signaled his position in front of the desk, you look up at him and smile, trying to play that you hadn't just spent the last ten minutes listening to him tell a literal bedtime story.

"Did you enjoy the show, Starlight?" he muses, which only makes you choke on your bite of sushi. His face immediately turns to that of concern, reaching forward to help you. You cough a few times and hold your hands up to gesture to him that you are okay. He chuckles slightly when you finally calm down, so you shoot a glare in his direction.

"Don't you dare," you say as threateningly as you can muster, but it sounds about as threatening as a croaky voice can sound while also whispering. You know he's lingering on making some kind of joke like he always does. Still, he puts his hands up in front of him in surrender as you grab your can of Fizzy Faz and chug the last of it (though not without a protesting sigh from the jester).

Moon walks back over to your designated naptime hangout spot, and you join him once you get your lunch mess cleaned up. "That was a really sweet story," you admit as you sit down on the mat next to him. "Did Sun really make your hat?" you ask, the curiosity not having left your thoughts since you heard it.

"Oh god no," he responds, seemingly finding the notion rather funny. He then snaps his hand up to his head, which tells you that Sun is yelling at him through their shared consciousness. "But he did fix my hat for me when he saw that it was torn," he admits, shaking his head as if physically trying to jostle Sun's voice from it. "It was a long time ago now, though."

"That's so sweet," you say, smiling gently. "I wish I had someone to mend my clothes when I was younger. Could've saved me a lot of embarrassment, honestly." Moon's red eyes shift to look at you, a curious expression upon his face.

"Embarrassment?" he asks, and you feel your cheeks burn.

"Y-Yeah, I didn't exactly get new clothes often enough to afford tossing the ones I had. Even if they were torn," you admit sheepishly. Moon's head makes a few ticking sounds, as if he's processing your words slowly.

"Well, now you have me," he settles on saying, before flinching - probably due to Sun yelling again - and correcting himself. "Us. Now you have us."

You smile up at him, but feel years worth of loneliness tug at your heart, promptly forcing you to snap your head back down. There wasn't ever anyone in your corner. Dealing with things on your own was your go-to way of handling each and every problem you came across up until recently. You stare at your hands, suddenly willing tears not to fall from your stinging eyes. Moon seems to notice that something is amiss, placing a hand on your shoulder gently. But you flinch at the physical contact and lean away from him.

"I-I'm sorry," you stutter, your voice barely above a whisper. "There's uh, there must be something in my eye or- I just... I need a second."

You stand from your spot next to him and rush towards the opposite side of the daycare and into the 'pillow fort,' covering your face in your hands and struggling to hold back the sobs that threaten to spill from your throat. Why are you even crying? You're such a useless crybaby. He was only stating what you already knew. So why are you reacting this way?

You bite down aggressively on your bottom lip to try to draw your attention to the pain instead of your spiraling thoughts. You didn't need to be so dramatic about this, but for some reason hearing Moon give you such a simple sentence of confirmation of their care for you just made your inner child emotional. God, you really are broken, aren't you?

"Starlight," you hear Moon's voice gently call in through the entrance to the tent. "I meant what I said. You shouldn't have to deal with these things on your own."

On your own.

But that's always how it's been. So why should now be any different?

Even if the animatronic jesters do care about you the same way you do about them, who's to say they'll never change their minds? You've always pushed everyone away, even when things go right. Even when-

"Starlight."

Moon's hand slides under your side and pulls you into his lap, engulfing you in a hug. Your body goes rigid, unsure of what to make of this. You had been so wrapped up in your thoughts that you hadn't even noticed that he'd slipped inside the tent and knelt down next to you. His hand rubs cooling circles on your back just as it had when you were having your panic attack. But the sentiment only brings another onslaught of tears, so you bury your face into his chest and quietly sob.

"Shhh, our little star, we're here now. You're not alone anymore," he assures softly, using his other hand to brush through your hair. You can't remember the last time you've even been consoled so intimately when you cried. Kat has always been great at giving you distractions and cheering you up, but it made her uncomfortable to listen to your dark thoughts and personal traumas. So you resorted to shoving everything down and reassuring yourself regularly that you would find yourself a therapist when you had the money. And then things just kept getting worse and you lost your job, so you never got to fulfill that promise to yourself.

Your silent sobs calm down more and more until you just sit in Moon's lap, sniffling against his chest. Now that you aren't wracked with your crying fit, you can hear faint clicking and whirring sounds coming from behind Moon's chestplate, starting and pausing in a pattern reminiscent of a heartbeat. Finally, you sigh, relaxing into him as he continues to rub your back.

"Better?" he asks gently, tilting his faceplate down to look at you. You nod into his chest and wrap your arms around him, not wanting to get up just yet. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You hesitate. Should you talk to him about the things you've been through? It would probably help you to get these things off of your chest to someone, especially since you still can't afford a therapist quite yet with the catching up you're doing on your savings. But you doubt the robot was built with any level of therapy coding for the children in mind, so you worry that it might have a negative effect on his processing software.

Still, you were planning on confessing your literally crush to them sometime soon, so you might as well get comfortable with expressing your feelings now.

"Well," you start, sitting up so that you no longer have your face buried away where he can't see you properly. His red eyes stare down at you expectantly, so you turn your head away before continuing. "Like I said, I've always had to deal with things alone..."

For the next half hour, you delve into the dark corners of your past, enlightening the animatronic jester about some of your traumas. You talk about your negative self talk, your absent parents, and even go into a bit of detail about your self esteem issues. You get so wrapped up in explaining the details of why and how you are the way that you are, that you don't even notice Moon's hand gravitate to your hip, holding you steadily in place while you flail your arms animatedly.

"The hardest part about everything was the loneliness," you say, slowing your talking to look down at the grooves in your palms. "I wasn't ever taught how to do anything. I always felt like a failure, and nobody was in my dark corner to tell me to just open the curtains and let the light in." Moon's head makes the same clicky sound it had earlier as he processes your analogy. "I know that some of my habits are horrible, but I justify them by telling myself that it could be so much worse. Even though I also know that isn't how it works."

Moon brings his hands up and into yours, so you look up at him. "Starlight," he starts, but the nickname makes you look away and cut him off.

"Why do you call me that?" Your voice is harsher than you meant it to be, but you can't help it. While all of this talking has been helpful for you, there is still that stupid voice in the back of your head screaming that the brothers had absolutely no interest in you or any of the things spilling from your mouth.

Moon lists his head to the side slightly, seemingly taken aback by your sudden change of pace. "I call all of the people we care about 'starlight,'" he says, and you feel your stomach drop.

So, they really didn't care about you like that?

It was always just a nickname. Programmed into him for the children. Probably just as "Sunbite" was for his solar opposite. Did that mean that they only saw you as another child to take care of? Because you can't do any of this on your own? Because you suck at taking care of yourself? Is that why you were here and he was consoling you? Because their programming won't allow for a crying child to go unnoticed?

Moon seems to recognize the look on your face being that of the beginnings of your negative spiral, so he instead whispers your name. You can't help the way that your heart still flutters at the sound of it, which only makes tears sting your eyes again as he speaks. "Life is about balance." He lifts his hands up, teetering them up and down to simulate a scale. "There will always be bad things that happen - to you, to your friends and family, and to strangers." One of his arms drops down lower while the other raises up. "Adding onto those bad things by speaking negatively to yourself and feeding into the bad thoughts will only continue to weigh you down. But if you begin to take care of yourself-" He brings his hands back to being level. "You'll start to feel like you can handle all of the bad. But you can only do that if you allow yourself time to offload those bad things."

You stare up into the unblinking red eyes of the lunar animatronic. Balance. Like the sun and the moon. One energetic and fast paced and loud. The other leisurely and soft spoken and gentle. Maybe Moon was right. You had been so focused on all of the good things happening recently that you assumed the bad things were all gone. But in actuality, you were just ignoring them.

Embarrassment makes you suddenly well aware of your compromising position with Moon, so you scramble down from his lap and hug your knees to your chest. "I guess I still have a lot to work on, huh?" you half-joke, looking at the pillows before you.

"Doesn't everyone?" Moon counters. "Speaking of work, I'm going to go back out to the children. Feel free to join me whenever you're ready, Starlight." And with that, he leaves the pillow fort, sticking you with your own thoughts in the deafening quiet of the tent.

You feel awful. Nothing really came from the last half hour besides a sad theory and the realization that you are still not okay. And after all of the things you've been doing, it was kind of hard to believe that you hadn't been okay this whole time. You felt okay the last few days, but then this?

You check the time on your Fazwatch and decide to head out of the tent to clock back in. You still have to read the booklet on your new responsibilities with the jesters, so you make sure to grab it before rejoining Moon. Hopefully you can take your mind off of all of the freshly reopened mind wounds by learning about your new responsibilities.

"Sun was telling me that you're our new handler," he says as soon as you sit down. You roll your eyes.

"I don't actually know if this is long term or if it's temporary. So don't get your hopes up," you admit, repeating the same thing you told his opposite earlier. You flip open the first page of the instruction booklet, which is actually an entire paper full of small-scale, neat font listing the terms of a rather lengthy disclaimer. A lot of 'if you die, you can't sue us' bullshit that you really didn't care about. So you flip to the next page and are surprised to be met with an actual table of contents.

The first chapter is a fairly easy read, showing you each part of the animatronic and the respective names and functions of said part. Moon seems slightly uncomfortable at the diagrams before you, shifting his eyes away from the booklet often as if grimacing. "You know, I can continue to read this at the desk, if you'd like?" you offer, using a finger to hold your place while shutting the booklet. He hesitates.

"Well, it's not so much that I don't like that you're reading it," he says, still avoiding looking in your direction. "It's just... embarrassing, I think?" His statement sounds more like a question with the uneasy quiver of his voice, so you smile up at him gently.

"I understand completely, Moon. I couldn't imagine how vulnerable this probably makes you feel, which is why I'm offering to read it later or back at the desk." Moon just shrugs in response, so you check the page number and set the booklet aside anyways.

The rest of the naptime routine goes by normally - or, as normally as it can given that you were mentally and emotionally exhausted because of your earlier breakdown. By the time you have to clock out for the end of your shift, you feel the physical effects of having emptied all of your pent up emotions, prompting Moon to send you off with strict instructions to rest once you arrived at home.

You didn't need him to tell you that. You were obviously going to crash out as soon as your body hit the bed.

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A/N: Hihiii :3 Okay, when I tell y'all that this chapter was incredibly hard to write, I mean it took two weeks for me to finish it. And I still kind of hate it lmaooo

But! That doesn't matter now, does it? It's here, and I hope y'all enjoyed it! I have some more ideas in world building that will give this story a bit more depth, but ehhh I don't know if I'll apply them this late into the story. We'll see, I guess.

Anyways, stay tuned because this is the cutoff point for kinda boring setup things heheh~ As always, likes, comments, kudos, and reposts are greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Stay sweet, my lovelies~

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nebulablakemurphy · 7 months

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 9)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

18+ ONLY this chapter contains sexual content.

Part 8

Hermione and Ron’s daughter, Rose, Harry and Ginny’s son, Albus, and Rosanna and Draco’s son, Scorpius, are all born within three months of each other. Rose is the oldest, followed by Scorpius and finally Albus.

All of their children remain close growing up, their lives forever entwined. But the three of them are truly inseparable.

Years pass, Harry is head of the auror department, spending a fair share of time with Draco. His partner of sorts, after Ron left the ministry, to join Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

Hermione succeeded Kingsley Shacklebolt as Minister for Magic.

For all intents and purposes, Rosanna still works interrogations. But truly she's a floater; she goes wherever they need her.

A twelve year old Rose, blows out her birthday candles, making a wish as everyone cheers. Hermione has a few tears in her eyes.

"Alright presents, presents for the birthday girl!" Molly takes her job as grandmother very seriously.

"We have loads to open. Ron, cut the cake for us, will you?" Hermione presses a hand to her husband's back.

"Yeah, Ron. Cut the cake for us!" Not two, but four voices sound in unison. Fred and George Weasley have always been especially fond of the Malfoy twins, and vice versa.

Molly eyes them fondly, yet in warning.

"This one's from me!" Hugo holds up the parcel, proudly. "And Mum and Dad."

Rose moves the present to her ear, shaking it with a smile.

"Sounds like-" Scorpius leans closer.

"We're here! We're late! We're sorry, Rose!" Leo rushes into the room, boyfriend Henry in tow. The blonde leans down, kissing Rose's head.

Rose reaches back and offers an awkward sort of hug. "Thanks for coming, Leo. I know you're busy."

"Never too busy for you." Leo is jet lagged, coming off a huge win, as seeker for the Holyhead Harpies. The all female team is headed for the Quiddich World Cup, for the first time in history.

"It's my fault, I'm always slowing her down. The muggle airports are a nightmare!" Leo’s boyfriend, Henry, is a rather tall, lanky man, with chestnut curls that spring freely about his head. As it turns out, squibs can't travel far by apparating with a witch or wizard. So when they travel long distance, it's by plane.

"Tell us about it." Helen, Hermione's mother understands completely.

"Anytime we go on holiday, security is barmy! They on flagged me because I forgot about my shoe buckle. They checked our luggage twice and we missed the entire flight." Hermione’s father, chimes in.

The conversation sparks Arthur's interest. In his humble opinion, muggle endeavors are more interesting than most magical ones.

Leo sets a large rectangular box near the growing pile at Rose's feet with a wink.

"What is it?" Albus inquires.

"You'll have to wait and see." Leo shrugs, ruffling his hair.

The Malfoy's are known for their extravagant gifts. This stems largely from Draco's upbringing. Gifting is his love language, Rosanna is showered in jewelry and clothing and handbags. Their children are no different, it is their father's way of showing just how much he adores them.

Rosanna accepts graciously and encourages others to do the same. This is particularly hard for Ron. Who for the longest time, thought Draco was just boasting about how wealthy he was.

The other children twiddle about, watching the gifts unwrap.

"Stop, James!" Polaris swats the boy's nagging hand away. He’s been tugging at her white blonde hair.

"Well if your big head weren't in the way." James remarks with wicked grin, giving another tug on her locks.

"Quit, James, I'm serious." Polaris pulls the end of her ponytail over one shoulder.

"No. I'm Sirius, James Sirius." He is a shameless flirt.

"That isn't funny, you must realize that." Vega scowls.

"Don't be so hard on him, he's trying." Roxanne, Angelina and George's daughter, remarks. "Can't all be blessed with the funny gene."

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When things are good, they’re good. But when it rains, it pours.

Rosanna stomps toward her husband's office. Fuming down the hallway, past her coworkers with the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, clenched in her first.

Draco's door opens for her, on command, "sweetheart." He greets, from behind his desk. A bit of green apple still trapped between his teeth. “What’s happened?"

Rosanna slams the paper down onto the desktop, hand trembling as she does. "He can't go in September."

Draco sighs, skimming the front page. 'Desperate for male heir, Draco Malfoy acquired a time turner to have wife impregnated by He Who Shall Not Be Named. Scorpius Malfoy, son of the dark lord and Rosanna Malfoy is set to attend Hogwarts this coming fall.”

"It's too wordy, Skeeter has lost her touch." Draco shrugs, brushing the paper aside.

"Scorpius can't go to Hogwarts." Rosanna wraps both arms around herself.

"Of course he's going. Come off it." Draco can feel a throb take up in his left temple.

"Did you read what she said?” Rosanna's tone verges on hysterical. "What she's implying-"

"Is as disgusting as it is far fetched." Draco says, dismissively. "No one's going to believe this rubbish."

"You don't understand." Rosanna shakes her head, making to leave.

Draco stops her, leaning his body heavily against the door, blocking her exit. "Enlighten me." He taps her temple twice, before resting his hand against the side of her neck.

She fills his mind with hushed whispers and sideways glances. The apologetic smiles from members of her department, snickers and sneers from the last man brought in for questioning.

"You'd never do it for him, you know?" The man scoffed, teeth rotting out of his foul mouth. "You reek of desperation and remorse. You're pretty poppet; but you're weak. The dark lord couldn't get up for you."

"That's just ridiculous," Draco mutters, as they finally break apart. "Any man could get up for you."

"This isn't a joke." She snaps. "What if the other kids, or their parents see this and think-"

"No one who's anyone is going to believe this." Draco says again, softly. "He's been waiting to attend Hogwarts for years. We can't keep him home."

"What are we going to tell him?" They can shelter him at the manor. In their small group of friends, but not forever.

"We're going to tell him what we've told him a thousand times. People say things about our family that are vile, and moreover untrue." Draco understands this is hard, he knows she's frustrated. But they're on the same side and he doesn't want to fight.

"Rita's been saying Scorpius wasn't yours since he was born. But this...is the worst. How could she think that he-"

"Hush, love." Draco draws her into his chest, swaying her gently. "Scorpius is a wonderful, loving, smart, compassionate boy. He's our boy, and he's good."

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The months leading up to their youngest child's departure are torturous. They speak about the war, the parts they played. How sometimes they worked with opposing forces, but truly they always fought for each other. A vague rundown of their prophecy, briefly touching on the blurred lines they'd crossed while Rosanna was under the imperius curse. They mention Hermione's torture, the final battle, how choosing Harry allowed him to win.

Presenting their son with his own copy of their autobiography. "Through Love And By Love" by Draco and Rosanna Malfoy, was on the required reading list for seventh years.

Although he wouldn’t be reading it for sometime; each of their children was given a copy with their dedication on the first page.

'For Leo Selene, our every dream, the light at the end of the tunnel, and inspiration to write this story.'

'For Arlo Cressida, our reason to seek healing, the hope for a better future, and inspiration to share this story.'

'For Vega Juniper, our next chapter, the first half of our double trouble, the world is a better place for having you in it.'

'For Polaris Athena, our moving forward and second half spitfire, you burn as brightly as the star for which you are named.'

'For Scorpius Hyperion, our proof that history does not always repeat itself, and that things will get better; no matter how impossible it seems.'

Scorpius runs his fingertips over the scripture, "I know why you're worried about me. But I'm your son," he says, proudly. "If you can survive all of that," he clears his throat, "I can survive being called names."

"Some people suck," Rosanna tells him, leaning forward to take his hands. "Don't let them get under your skin. Always remember who you are."

"You'll have Albus and Rose there with you." Draco tacks on, "Your sisters too, if you need them; James, Teddy-"

"I know Dad," Scorpius cuts off his father with a lopsided grin.

Rosanna pulls back, before she bursts into tears. "You want some tea?" She runs a hand over Draco's hair.

He turns, slightly, kissing the inside of her wrist. "Tea would be nice."

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"Did you get the talk too then?" Rose asks, aboard the Hogwarts Express, after their parents and the train station have disappeared from view.

"You mean the birds and the bees? Yes, I did. It was awful, thanks for reminding me." Scorpius frowns.

"No, not that talk." Rose rolls her eyes.

"You mean about the Wizarding war?" Albus asks his cousin.

"Exactly...you in particular, Scorpius. How are you doing?" She puts her hand over his.

"I'm fine, Rose." He stammers, "it's weird though, my looks favor my Dad. I'm surprised no one's said she's not my real Mum."

"Everybody knows Skeeter's a tosspot." Albus shrugs. "And that's besides the point, if any of you are fathered by you know who, it's Polaris." The girl is a nightmare in her own right.

"Then Vega too, by default." Rose says disapprovingly. "They are identical twins; that means one embryo divided during-"

"Don't you think he's suffered enough without thinking about his Mum's embryos?" Albus scolds his cousin.

Scorpius smiles, "thanks, Al. What'd you say we try our luck flagging down the trolley? I want to try the chocolates."

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Arlo leaves her train car and Ravenclaw roommates, to wander down and check on her brother. Peeking through the glass window at her youngest sibling, having a laugh with Rose and Albus. The seats around them full of empty sweet wrappers.

She's about to knock and get his attention, when someone startles her.

"Is he someone I should know?" A burly, dark haired, boy asks. His door pulled open behind her.

"Excuse me?" Arlo turns quickly, it's not a voice she recognizes, heavily accented and deep.

"You are the third one to look in." The boy motions to Scorpius. “Is he special?"

"I guess that depends on who you ask," she shrugs. "He's my kid brother. I have three sisters, two are still students, we're supposed to look out for him."

"He is special then." The stranger nods.

"You're not from here." Arlo says with a smile. It's a breath of fresh air, meeting someone who has no clue what sodding Rita Skeeter and the Daily Prophet, has been saying about their family for years.

"What gave me away?" He laughs, flashing her a blinding grin.

"Well for starters, you've got a smidge of an accent. Any relation to Bulgarian Bon Bon, Viktor Krum?" She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Bulgarian Bon Bon?" He's never heard the term.

"Never mind, it's just a thing-" she shakes her head.

He grins. "I am Marko Petrov."

"Arlo Malfoy." She extends her hand for a shake.

"Nice to meet you, my Arlo." The tall man takes her hand gently, pressing his lips to the back.

"Just Arlo," she stammers, breathlessly.

"I will learn." He takes a step back, bowing his head.

"Honest mistake." Arlo waves away his concern, "so what brings you to Hogwarts?"

"My mother passed away three years ago." Petrov explains.

"Oh, I’m sorry."

"My father’s new wife was teaching in Bulgaria. But her home is here." Marko tells his new found friend.

Arlo nods.

"Now we’re here." His voice is pleasant. The longer he speaks, the more Arlo wants to listen.

"I've gotta get back to my friends. But you can come sit with us, if you want." Arlo offers, waving him back toward her seat.

"What about your brother?" The transfer student asks.

"Scorpius is fine." Arlo assures him, he hasn't even noticed her standing in the doorway; for what was, at this point, an obscene amount of time.

"Scorpius?"

"We're all named after stars and constellations," Arlo explains. "It's kind of stupid, but it's a thing."

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Over the next few days, Draco and Rosanna receive daily letters from their children. Knowing from past experience, that they will die down after the first month.

"We have another Slytherin." Rosanna shakes the parchment at her husband as he lounges on the couch. Feet propped up on the coffee table, reading over a case file.

They had a Gryffindor, then a Ravenclaw, another Gryffindor and finally a Slytherin with Polaris, now again with Scorpius.

"Shall we head down to Diagon Ally and pick up him up a few robes?" The man is grinning at the news, taking the note to read for himself. "We can make a day of it."

"Sure, I'm gonna hop in the shower quick." She kisses the top of his head.

Rosanna loves his hair, she always has. So when he came to her, three years ago, and asked how she felt about him letting it grow out; Ro was all for it.

‘See if you like it, if not, cut it off, it's only hair.' She laughs, stopping him from agonizing over the prospect any longer.

Now it hangs well past his shoulders.

Draco sets the letter aside, venturing up the stairs to their washroom. He can hear the steady stream of the water, over Rosanna's singing. She has quite a pleasant voice, thick and sweet like honey.

He opens the door, stripping off his clothes. They haven't had a shag in the shower for years.

Rosanna hears rustling outside of the, sliding, glass door. Popping her head out. "Baby?"

"Who else?" He chuckles.

"Alright, smart ass, you wanna piece of me?" Rosanna arches a brow at him.

"Actually," Draco half smirks, "yes I do."

"You're a pervert, Malfoy, has anyone ever told you that?" She watches her husband step inside.

"Don't act like you don't enjoy it, Malfoy." He slides the door closed behind him, trapping in the warm air.

Rosanna smiles, with a shake of her head. "What if I don't?"

Draco tips her chin up, her eyes locked on his; burning with desire. Swiping his thumb over her bottom lip. "Shall I go then? Since you don't appreciate my advances."

"No." Her breath grows shallow, as he backs her against the tile wall.

"Better choose your words more carefully, my darling. Someone might get their feelings hurt." The corners of his mouth turn upwards.

She nods, mouth suddenly dry.

Draco blinks at her expectantly. "Why don’t you tell me what it is you want?”

"You." The confession slips past her lips, easy as breathing. "I want you."

"Care to be a bit more specific?" He nuzzles his nose against hers. "Seeing as I already belong to you in every way imaginable."

"I want-"

He moves his leg between hers, pressing against the apex of her thighs. "What?" He pulls back, when her lips search for his.

She whines, squirming against him. "Draco."

"You're not very articulate today, sweetheart.” The man taunts. "Shall I go first?"

"Yeah, that'd be good." Ro says, lips parted, slightly.

"I want to fuck you, against this wall. I want your fingers twisted in my hair, tugging and releasing, because they can't decide which pleases them more.” His voice is hypnotic, intoxicating. "I want your lips against mine, when you can't be bothered with kisses and just whimper until you cum. I want you to remember what it feels like to have me so deep inside that your pretty little cunt is sore. I want you full with my child, again." Draco purrs against her ear.

Oh. She mulls over his proposition while sliding the elastic band down hair. Fanning it out to frame his face, as best she can. "Yes, please."

"Please, what?" He murmurs, over the warm spray of the water.

"Please, fuck me." The cheeky little thing guides his mouth to hers.

"And what of my other request?" Draco inquires, if she says no, he'll cast the sodding protection charm; he needs to be inside her.

"Do it.” She agrees, “now.”

"You've never been one for delayed gratification. I've loved that about you since I was a boy." Draco confesses, sealing his lips over hers and lifting her up so that soft legs wrap around his waist.

Rosanna moans into his mouth, as his length fills her. "Shit, baby," her head thunks against the shower wall.

Draco sucks bruises into the exposed skin of her neck. Moving to her nipples with the same suction, one hand pressed against her back, keeping her arched toward him.

"You are so lovely," he whispers. "All mine."

Rosanna tugs his hair, pulling him back up to her. "Yours," she sighs, contently, against his lips.

His hands grope her bum, greedily. Thrusting harder, brushing against the spot that drives her mad.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." She chants like a prayer, nails raking over his pale skin.

"I love you." Draco replies, because there's not a proper word for how he feels about her. So he settles for love. Making her cum twice and swallowing her breathy whines.

“Fuck,” she begins to protest as his nimble fingers snake between them, teasing her sensitive clit. “Draco.”

“Cum on my cock again,” he orders.

“Please,” she whimpers, not entirely sure what she’s pleading for. The coil in her lower belly tightens, the sensation almost painful.

“Hush, my sweetheart.” He doubles the speed of his ministrations, guiding her lips back to his. “I’ll give you everything you want.”

Colors explode behind her eyelids, release washing over her in searing waves, never seeming to wane.

Draco follows her over the edge. Where you go, I go.

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The paper’s headlines remain cruel. Granting no clemency.

'Bandaid baby to mend Rosanna and Draco Malfoy’s crumbling marriage."

'Leo Malfoy to wed squib, further besmirching bloodline.'

'Arlo Malfoy's suspected teen pregnancy with Bulgarian transfer student.’

'Vega Malfoy caught snogging roommate Arlene Fischer.'

'Polaris Malfoy attempts woo James Potter, nearly one year her junior.'

'Scorpius Malfoy, son of the Dark Lord and Rosanna Malfoy, sorted Slytherin.'

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The children return home for Christmas. Rosanna pops in to say goodnight to each of them. Her second oldest daughter being the last stop. "Arlo, can we talk?"

She cuts her mother off. "I'm not pregnant."

"I know." Rosanna assures her. "I'm sure you're being safe."

Arlo sits up, motioning for Mum to join her on the bed. "We're not... doing that. I'm not ready. No offense, but I don't envy you. Having a kid right now- I don't think I could do it."

"You could, if you had to." Rosanna tells her, softly, "you think you can't. But somehow you just do."

Arlo offers her the brush, off of the bedside table. Turning so that her mother can braid her hair, like when she was a little girl. "Didn’t it ever piss you off? That you couldn’t finish school or do what you wanted?"

"Before I had Leo; I worried I wouldn't be able to bond with a child that I wasn't ready to have. But when she was born I understood. All those plans, goals, dreams, the things I wanted… didn't matter to me anymore. Because I was holding the entire world in my arms, she became my dream, she was everything I wanted. I felt the exact same way each and every time I held you. I wanted you, more than I wanted anything else." Rosanna begins weaving soft tresses into a fishtail braid.

"You're a good Mum." Arlo tells her, just in case she doesn't know.

Rosanna gives her shoulder a squeeze, "I'm trying."

Arlo relaxes into her mother's calming touch. "I'm meant to read the book this summer. It's on the required list."

"I can talk to Head Master McGonagall, if you need more time. I'm sure she will make an exception." It isn’t meant to be a burden on any of their children.

"I had Marko read it early. He said it was a good read. He didn't realize that you wrote it actually, I had to explain it to him." She’s become quite taken with her Bulgarian boyfriend. "Anyway, he has some questions. I think I probably will too. After I'm finished, do you think it’d be alright for us to sit down with you and Dad...and talk?"

"Yeah, of course, we can do that." Rosanna secures the elastic at the end of Arlo's strawberry blonde plat. She leans forward, kissing the back of her daughter's head.

"One more thing." Arlo catches Rosanna's wrist. "You said, in your dedication, that I was the reason to share your story. I think that's beautiful, but why me?"

"A lot of people expected different things after the war. They expected me to take Leo and leave your Dad. They expected me to press charges and send him to Azkaban. They expected me to lean heavily into my friends, because they were 'good' and the Malfoy's weren’t.” It's hard to think back to that dark time, after the war. When the world was quite literally in shambles.

“There was a moment of panic. How could we stop pretending like nothing happened; but at the same time let people know I was ok. I wasn't with your dad because of a curse, or a prophecy, or because he was the father of my child. I was with him because I love him. That was the story I wanted to tell; and I wanted to tell it for you. It never really stopped the media circus or the side ways glances. But you deserve to have all the facts in one place." Rosanna twists her hands in her lap, restlessly.

"Didn't you ever want the glory?" Arlo wonders, turning to search Rosanna's eyes.

"For a long time I thought I was going to die, that your dad was going to die. I thought I'd never see my parents again. Or my friends,” Rosanna tells her daughter. "Being here, married to your dad and getting to see my friends happy, with kids of their own, watching all of you grow up together. That is the glory for me."

"And your card comes inside the chocolate frog box." Arlo reminds her.

"That's pretty cool too." Rosanna laughs.

Part 10

#through love and by love #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy x oc #draco x oc #Hermione granger #ron weasley #harry potter fanfic #Harry Potter

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possibly-in-wonderland · 7 months

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Boromir and his chaotic hobbit wife

(and some incorrect quotes ft her in general, maybe one day she'll have a name...but for now we refer to her as hobbitess)

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Boromir: *wakes up to find flowers woven in his hair*

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Boromir: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) Hobbitess: What's that? Boromir: Remorse code. Hobbitess: I'm even angrier now.

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Boromir: Fight me! Hobbitess, standing behind him and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

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Boromir: Everyone has a toxic trait. Except Hobbitess, they’re perfect. Hobbitess: Wrong! My toxic trait is how badly I want to domesticate a warg.

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Boromir: You have Crayons? Hobbitess: Yes, I have— Boromir: You're— how old are you? Hobbitess: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE SINK BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

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Hobbitess: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall? Boromir: His cats' names are Walter and Rose. Hobbitess: That's not what I asked. Boromir: That is all the information I have.

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Boromir: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Hobbitess: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Boromir: ... Boromir: You mean ring bearER, right? Hobbitess: ... Boromir: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Hobbitess: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers! Boromir: Please, just say fuck.

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Hobbitess: You know what? Let’s give it a go. What’s the worst that could happen? Boromir: Humiliation, embarrassment, fire, explosions, collisions, tears, nudity and death.

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Hobbitess: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. Boromir: Hobbitess no. Gimli: Mistlefoe. Boromir: Please stop encouraging her.

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Aragorn: We need a distraction. Boromir: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Hobbitess, whispering: My time has come

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Hobbitess, Pippin, and Merry are sitting on a bench Gandalf: Why do you guys look so sad? Hobbitess: Sit down with us so we can tell you. *Gandalf sits down* Pippin: The bench is freshly painted.

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Gandalf: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions? Pippin: Put spaghetti in it. Gandalf: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you. Merry: Put spaghetti in it. Gandalf: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two. Hobbitess: Put spaghetti in it. Gandalf: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

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Hobbitess: *Screams* Pippin: *Screams louder to establish dominance* Aragorn: Should we do something? Merry: No, I want to see who wins.

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Hobbitess: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container. Pippin: The cow??? Hobbitess: What? Merry: Pippin, W H Y?

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Hobbitess: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold? Pippin: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house. Merry: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million. Pippin: Good thinking.

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Hobbitess: So uhhh... my question is: my friend keeps on going into the pantry and grabbing handfuls of fettuccine... uncooked... Sam: I would hope they're not grabbing handfuls of cooked fettuccine! Frodo: In your pantry! Hobbitess: Yeah... and eating them raw, and they keep calling them 'chips'. ... How do I make them stop? Sam: Is your friend here? Hobbitess, motioning to Pippin: Yeah. Sam, to Pippin: You're a monster! Words MEAN things! >:( Merry: Does anybody remember- I haven't been to Olive Garden in many moons- but they DO have a like- fettuccine bottle that you can just- grab em out of and chew- Merry: HOLD ON. WAS THIS A PRANK YOU GUYS PULLED ON ME WHEN WE WENT TO OLIVE GARDEN AS KIDS?! Merry: NO, STOP. EVERYBODY SHUT UP. DO THEY GIVE YOU RAW FETTUCCINE TO CHEW ON IN THE LOBBY OF THE OLIVE GARDEN Everyone else: No. Merry, to Sam and Frodo: YOU FUCKIN BASTARDS Sam: YAAAAAAAAY! Frodo: THE PRESTIGE!

~~~~ Hobbitess: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me? Gandalf: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it. Hobbitess: Four of us saw it, Gandalf. How do you explain that? Gandalf: *points at Merry & Pippin* Sleep deprivation. *points at Sam* Paranoia. *points at Frodo* Delusional personality disorder.

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*The squad right before Hobbitess' & Boromir's wedding* Pippin: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend. Merry: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too! Sam: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well Frodo: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND Aragorn, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

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Frodo, walking into his house: Hello, people who do not live here. Pippin: Hey. Merry: Hi. Sam: Hello. Hobbitess: Hey! Frodo: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Hobbitess: We were out of seed cakes.

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Frodo: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Pippin: What if it bites me and it dies!? Merry: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Pippin, learn to listen. Sam: What if it bites itself and I die? Hobbitess: That’s voodoo. Boromir: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Sam: That’s correlation, not causation. Pippin: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Hobbitess: That’s kinky. Frodo: Oh my God.

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Hobbitess: Time for plan G. Pippin: Don’t you mean plan B? Hobbitess: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Merry: What about plan D? Hobbitess: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Sam: What about plan E? Hobbitess: I’m hoping not to use it. Pippin dies in plan E. Gandalf: I like plan E.

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Boromir: HELP! I TOLD HOBBITESS I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! Aragorn, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Hobbitess: Boromir and I don’t use pet names. Aragorn: I see. Hey, what do bees make? Hobbitess: Honey? Boromir: Yes, dear? Hobbitess: Aragorn: Don't ever lie to my face again.

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Hobbitess: What time is it? Pippin: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out Pippin: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune* Gandalf: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING Pippin: It’s 2 am

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Boromir: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on. Hobbitess: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Pippin isn’t

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Hobbitess: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life Merry: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Hobbitess: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Pippin: edible

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Hobbitess: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Boromir: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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Hobbitess, pointing: May I sit there? Boromir: That's my lap Hobbitess: That doesn't answer my question, Boromir.

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Boromir: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Hobbitess: Three words. Boromir:

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Boromir: Welcome, fellow idiots Hobbitess: Hello, Boromir Boromir: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Hobbitess: You underestimate me

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