#fic request daffodil collection

[just2bubbly]

can we get some kaider fluff please🙏

this the fastest I have replied to a fic request, and it's making me feel proud so yea, you absolutely would get some kaider fluff and just to be quick I'm gonna write headcanon in this one since it gotta be quick and I might take forever to expand each idea into 1000 words and you don't want to be waiting that long, also I don't want you to wait that long too!

after the revolution gets over, Kai decides to learn Cinder's favourite thing and wants to surprise her with her favourite things so he decides to ask Iko about it but learns that Cinder didn't really have much choice in picking favourites *sobs*, so she doesn't really have favourite things. So Kai takes it upon himself to make sure Cinder gets to try new things and stuff like icecream flavour, flowers, colours, books, places so she can have favourites.

So one time when he wanted to gift her flowers and he does have Peonies with him but he doesn't want to assume and instead wants Cinder to choose her favorite flowers so he takes her to the florist shop and they just look around the shop taking in all that colour and fragrance, as Kai makes her check each and every flower in the shop. Cinder finds it fun and silly but she internally loves him for it validates her choices and when she goes through the flowers she does end up picking Peonies since they do remind her of Peony but also since they look so beautiful and ornamental. It's closely followed by Pink Frangipani and Kai makes a note of all the flower she looks at multiple times or touches it in a comforting way when she knows he isn't looking her way, so that she can be gifted those from time to time.

Once they have figured out Cinder's favourite flower, it's Kai's turn where he asks her to make a wild guess and it turns to be a challenge for as she looks around the shop all over again to figure out what Kai's favourite flowers might be. And she does try to cheat by searching it on her netscreen but there all vague answers and every site has different flowers so she decided to name each one of them to him and it goes like

"This site says you like Burgundy Roses as you wanted to be devoted by your lover," she says as she gives a few collection of roses to him.

"The colour truly is mesmerising but I don't love them."

"How about Sunflowers or maybe Daffodils since you are always optimistic?"

"I do find them poetic but again a no."

"Wolf's bane since you love doing the forbidden?"

"God what site are you on?"

"emperordoesthingstome"

"Can we get to the next guess please."

And she goes on naming a few more and she can't a name on it so instead she changes tactics, making him tell his own favorite. So the first one to get a comm would lose and if it's Kai he will tell his favorite flower and if it's Cinder than she would have to extend her trip by an extra day. Cinder loses the game and no one is sad over it since she gets to spend one more day with him but she does pester him into telling about his favorite flower.

"Orchids, blue more than others," he says.

And Cinder notices that not a single site mentioned about Kai loving orchids and she asks about it and he tells that no one bothered to ask him as he was always given complimentary bouquets. And Cinder buys him Orchids of each colour, before walking out of the shop.

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That's all, it was too long but I hope it satisfies, and thank you for sending the ask nonnie! Do keep sending them :)

#kaider #asks #short fic #headcanon #tlc #the lunar chronicles #marissa meyer #kaito #cinder linh #fanfiction #drabbles

[phmonth]

Pandora Hearts Month 2022 Prompts!

We have our prompts for Pandora Hearts Month 2022! Thank you to everyone who voted!! 😘

Pandora Hearts Month is an event that celebrates Pandora Hearts. The first three weeks celebrate the three main trios (Golden Trio, Rainsworth Trio, and Tragedy Trio) and the fourth is a bonus week that celebrates any ships/friendships/ot3 fans chose and love. You can create edits, fanart, drabbles, fanfictions, amvs and mms.

Please remember to tag this blog @phmonth2022, and/or me @i-prefer-the-term-antihero in your posts to make sure I reblog them!!

Don't forget to either put a link, or a “read more” on long fics (or long posts in general), so it’s easier to reblog!

I also made a collection on Ao3 for writers! Don't hesitate to add your fics to it!

Lastly, don’t forget to join our discord if you haven’t! It’s a fun place to discuss the series and more easily share your creations!

Without further ado, here are the prompts! 

Golden Trio Week (Alice, Oz and Gilbert), May 15th—21st:

Day 1, Sunday May 15th: Pink

Day 2, Monday May 16th: Daffodil

Day 3, Tuesday May 17th: Queen

Day 4, Wednesday May 18th: Summer 

Day 5, Thursday May 19th: Cage 

Day 6, Friday May 20th: Ocean

Day 7, Saturday May 21st: Garden

Rainsworth Trio Week (Sharon, Break and Reim), May 22nd—28th:

Day 1, Sunday May 22nd: Purple

Day 2, Monday May 23rd: Forest

Day 3, Tuesday May 24th: Sister

Day 4, Wednesday May 25th: Madness

Day 5, Thursday May 26th: Cake

Day 6, Friday May 27th: AU

Day 7, Saturday 28th: Whisper

Tragedy Trio Week (Lacie, Jack and Oswald), May 29th—June 4th:

Day 1, Sunday 29th: Storm

Day 2, Monday 30th: Sibling

Day 3, Tuesday 31st: Secret

Day 4, Wednesday June 1st: Indescribable horrors

Day 5, Thursday June 2nd: Unimaginable Wonders

Day 6, Friday June 3rd: Tower

Day 7, Saturday June 4th: Snow

Fan’s choice Week, June 5th—11th:

Day 1, Sunday June 5th: Perspective and/or Ivory

Day 2, Monday June 6th: Lilies

Day 3, Tuesday June 7th: Psyche

Day 4, Wednesday June 8th: Wrath

Day 5, Thursday June 9th: Tarnished

Day 6, Friday June 10th: Metamorphosis

Day 7, Saturday June 11th: Sketch

You are free to have fun with this!! As long as you tag it, NSFW is allowed! (Tagging ships is nice too). You can pretty much do whatever you want with the prompts!!

For the trio weeks, as long as you make sure the characters from the trio are your main focus, it’s okay to use other characters in your creations too!! For the fourth week, you can really write about any character you want. It doesn't have to be ships!!

You can join any time, and use as many or as few prompts as you want!! And you don't have to post on the day if you can’t make it!! I’ll reblog things late!!

Since we live across the world, you are free to post whenever the day is for you. I myself will be making posts according to my time, which is Central Standard Time in America. 

About the prizes:

Some of you may recall me posting about wanting to add a competition aspect to Phmonth, with the 15th anniversary merch as prizes. I have ordered the prizes, however it may take several months for them to arrive at my house.

You guys voted to have a raffle decide who gets the prizes, so it will be easy to do the raffle at any time after Phmonth has ended. However it may have to happen several months after Phmonth has ended, unfortunately. I don’t want to decide the winners until I am absolutely sure I have the prizes and will be able to get them to you.

Keep in mind that, as per your request, I do intend for there to be multiple prizes, at least one for the artists, and one for the fic writers!

Feel free to get started on making stuff early!! 

We’re so excited to see what you make!!! Thank you for all your support!! 

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#pandora hearts #Phmonth #Pandora hearts month #phmonth22 #pandora hearts month 2022 #Pandora hearts event #pandora hearts fanfic #Pandora hearts fanart #Pandora hearts fanfiction #Pandora hearts edits #ph

[crimson-snowfall]

Thanks for opening up requests!!! May I request F10 for Isaac? The prompt basically screams something he would say, and I'd love to see more of the sof bean. I'll leave the rest up to you ;))

Yo Humi APPLE BOI IS FINALLY COMING TO EN AHSFBSAFFSUF I’M SO HYPEEEE so here ya go

Prompt: “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” (Fluff, #10) 

Word Count: 675

With muted steps, you carefully approached a seemingly unsuspecting Isaac as he immersed himself in his regular stargazing routine. However, much to your astonishment, just as when you were about to embrace him from behind, the physicist spun around and trapped you in his arms, before plopping down into the grass with you on top of him.

“Gotcha.” Isaac wore a rather triumphant grin, perhaps because for once, he’s finally the one taking in and enjoying your surprised expression and not the other way round.

“Awww. How did you know I was coming?” You asked as the faintest hint of a blush stained your cheeks. You’re not sure why, but the question alone seemed to have made Isaac a little flustered himself. You’re worried that he’s either starting to get used to your constant teasing, or that he’s starting to get better at concealing his adorable reactions out of his desire not to be called cute.

Without meeting your gaze, Isaac replied, “I don’t know. Maybe… maybe because it’s you?” He chose to ignore the fact that his excuse probably sounded cheesier than if he had just told the truth– after all, he’s not really keen on telling you yet that your sweet scent has grown stronger overtime, and so far its intensity has reached the point where it could engulf his senses even if you were a few good meters away from him.

Much to his relief, you decided not to push the topic further. Instead, you settled for a generic, teasing response.

“Aww, that’s really adorable of you, Isaac.” You caressed his cheeks that seemed to grow more flushed with your touch, whilst he tried to distract himself by combing his fingers through your hair.

“I’m not adorable,” he grumbled, although at this point he already knew better and it’s probably for the best if he had just kept quiet about it, but then he didn’t want to ruin your fun twice in a row.

“Yes dear, that’s exactly the kind of thing an adorable person would say, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know,” Isaac murmured as he rolled you over to lay on the patch of grass next to him. You felt his hand furtively brush against yours, hopeful that you would take the initiative to hold hands with him.

However, being the tease you are, you inched your hand a few centimeters away from his. Much to his and your surprise, his hand had unknowingly chased after yours, but instead of backing down and retracting it, Isaac decided to just go along with it and for the first time in a while, initiated holding your hand. Hand in hand under the cloudless night sky, the two of you silently marveled in the beauty of the stars adorning the universe like jewels.

“The stars are always beautiful, aren’t they?” You mused as you lovingly intertwined your fingers with his.

“Yeah,” Isaac agreed, his hold on your hands tightening ever so slightly as he continued, “but these stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

Your cheeks burned up upon hearing his response, and you knew you just had to say something to make him equally flustered at least.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” rolling on your side and using your free hand to crane his head on your direction, you looked him in the eye and followed up with something that’s just as suggestive as your smile, “after all, you do make me see stars every night.”

Sure enough, his cheeks began to match the color of his eyes. “S-surely you know that I-I didn’t mean it like that…?”

“Yes,” you leaned in close to give his flushed cheeks a little peck, “but I just want you to know that it is your adorable reactions that lights some of the brightest stars in those eyes you speak of.”

A sheepish smile crept upon his lips, then he returned your gesture by kissing your forehead. “Sure, if that’s what it takes for me to see your stars.”

More on this fic request series.

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[griffin-wood]

daisies

pairing: kent zarneki x f!button, maia wiseman (mind blind)

summary: Maia surprises Kent with flowers at the end of the day.

a/n: a self indulgent fic of my babies, and a huge thanks to @wayhavenots and @kelseaaa for all the help! It's quite a serotonin ride hehe, enjoy! 💖

Flowers.

It was her first thought, as both herself and Nick went out to have lunch together. The word ‘flower’ itself, somehow become a permanent fixation of her day – as they passed by a local florist on the way to the café.

Button, nick called through his mind – a never-ending gesture for them both as Maia has finally returned back to reality.

“I’m here!” She answered as she was met with Nick looking at her with a knowing smirk. Maia tends to get into these states especially thinking of a certain someone.

She was about to say something before the waiter come by collecting their plates and leftover – as Nick passes on the bill. They left the restaurant afterward, as Maia’s steps faltered in front of the local flower shop. The shop itself has a welcome atmosphere. The outside of the store was decorated with various types of flowers – some she knew from the heart, some were new. There were bundles of sunflowers, daffodils, roses, and many more that bring out the color of the store.

The door of the store was opened, as an elderly lady appears with a smile due to their visit.

“What can I help you both today?” Her voice sounds kind, soft to the ears – as Maia smiled at her, returning the friendly gesture.

“I am looking for something special.” Her voice sounds confident, as Nick raises an eyebrow at the sudden decision. He tries his best to recall for any birthdays that will be happening today, but nothing came to mind – until, an oh left his lips earning Maia’s attention as the lady went inside to fetch a couple of supplies.

“Is it for Kent?” The smirk never leaving his face, as the blush started to crept onto Maia’s face – her gaze falls onto the bouquet of colorful orchids in front of her.

“I knew it! But, what’s the occasion?”

She just shrugs her shoulder,

“I feel like doing something good for him today since he told me about a meeting with his dad today which…sometimes, won’t end well.” A sigh escaped her, as she recalls how much his mood changed at the thought of meeting his dad again.

Nick smiles, placing an arm around her shoulder,

“Well, let the flower hunt begin.”

They spent a few hours at the store, searching every inch of the store, they even learned there were much rarer species of flowers from the owner herself. They managed to chat for a while, as the owner who is known as Mrs. Stewards who has been living in Chicago and working on the flower shop for the last few years.

She found it, the perfect flower.

Daisies.

The flower itself was pleasant to look in the eyes, however – the meaning behind it stuck with her as Mrs. Stewards' story took a place in her mind, it was her way of expressing what she had been feeling for him. The feeling of love, joy, and everything in between. Those are some words to express how much life changed for her after meeting an unexpected human named Kent Zarneki who managed to capture her heart in a matter of time.

“This is perfect Mrs. Stewards.” The words left her mouth as she held the bundle in her hands, it was beautiful.

They said their farewell to her, with the promise to come back soon before leaving the store. The sun is setting as they walked together making their way back.

“Anything, I’m a text away alright.” He reminds her as always, as she lets out a sigh.

“I know Nick-Nack.” There was a hint of annoyance in her voice, which was met with a chuckle from Nick himself before they were separated.

-

She smiles to herself, before making her way to his house. She could hear the barking from the yard which made her happy, they would always play together during the evenings. The weather was not too hot, and not too cold – it's quite perfect.

The door was opened before she could even knock, giving her a sense of déjà vu to the time when they first met. It was quite a view for her, which she secretly enjoys.

The shi tzu’s immediately run her way, as Maia scoots on their level – rubbing their bellies as their barks gave serotonin induce to her. She stood up, as she was met with Kent himself who smiles at the sight of her, however, an eyebrow raised at the bundle of daisies she is holding in her hand.

“What’s that for?” He gestures at the bouquet in her hands, as the blush on her face starts to creep up again.

“I actually brought this for you.” She smiled before passing the bouquet to him, in a split second – she was met with a surprise expression before it is gone.

Kent was silent, as the bouquet somehow caught the attention of both Annie and Cass who looked at it with such curiosity.

“I know you had that meeting with your dad today, and I know it’s never easy – so, the flowers are somehow like maybe some serotonin afterward which I hope so…idk...urm” She stops herself from blabbering before she says anything non-sense.

The chuckle that escaped his lips followed by a hint of a smile on his face says everything she needs to know, as he invites all of them inside for the evening. The daisies had been transported into the empty vase, as they were watching a romantic comedy on her request, which Kent surprisingly accept followed by a snuggling session with Annie and Cass. As the night grows late, Kent offered to walk her home – with the thoughts of the gift still whirling in his mind, he felt touched by the gesture. She stopped in her tracks and smiled at him before pulling him into an embrace, as he lands a kiss on her forehead - a familiar act for them both.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

He waited for a couple moments before making his way back home. As he started to get ready for bed, he stumbles upon the note on the table where the flower was placed.

“They say a flower a day, keeps the doctor away right..? No...yeah, it’s a bad attempt of a joke..but, okay just ignore all of that! There was a story about daisies, and one of them is how they symbolize joy – and I’m not much of a poet to say but, I hope it makes you as happy as you make me, even just for a moment." – Love, Maia.

There was an urge in him to fight a smile as he reads the note over and over again. A thought crossed his mind, as he held the note in his hand - doesn't she know that he doesn't need the flowers, her presence in his life is enough to make him the happiest he's ever been.

THE END.

tags: @fhauvilles , @wayhavenots , @winterkeys , @homeformyheart and @fantasyoverreality98

#mind blind #otp: maia x kent #k zarneki #mind blind fic #*self indulgent babey #it was inspired from a tik tok i saw <3 #mb: maia wiseman

[illshowyourhurricanes]

He Loves Me

Here, you’ll get another glimpse into the life of one non-gold digger, Mr. Benjamin Greene, in the form of another series of little moments that all leads up to something much bigger. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Image prompt 10: Benjamin Greene x reader (requested by the lovely @breanime)

Rating: PG-13ish for mentions of nudity

Word count: 1712

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Special thanks to @the-blind-assassin-12 for beta reading a little bit of this one!

This is related to all other Benjamin Greene x reader fics, which can all be found in my masterlist.

You woke up smiling. Eyes swollen from sleep, you rubbed at them with balled up fists, clearing morning residue from the corners. Reaching upward, you wiggled your fingers as you stretched your arms, feeling the overnight stiffness melt away from your fingertips to your shoulder blades. Your eyes were still adjusting to the sunlight streaming in between the slats of the blinds covering your windows. Pale yellow light decorated the floor in long parallel lines, breaking up the shadows. Benjamin’s soft snores as his chest rose and fell were the only sounds hindering the house from complete silence. It was tranquil. Perfect. 

Rolling onto your right side, you admired the beautiful bouquet of flowers Benjamin had surprised you with the night before. It was bright with spring blooms, pink tulips and pure white irises; pale peach miniature roses, striking orchids, and daffodils the color of the bright sunshine. Eucalyptus leaves and tiny blooms of sweet pea and chamomile as fillers, the arrangement was quite fragrant. It was colorful and different; definitely not the typical flower bouquet. 

“I chose them all,” Benjamin had told you just after bursting in the door, the bouquet wrapped in paper, all long stems and pops of color and a kiss in greeting. “Nothing pre-arranged said Y/N.” He offered the bouquet to you, a slight flushing of his cheeks as he did so. “You’re stunning and remarkable and an amalgamation of beautiful things all mixed perfectly.” He nodded to the flowers, tickling your nose with sweet aromas. “They suit you; they're mostly wildflowers.”

Your eyes shone with awe and the threat of tears. The wrapping around Benjamin’s hand-picked array crinkled as you carefully accepted them. “You’ve stolen my words,” you said as you glanced down at the flowers. You’d have time to admire them later, but for the time being you were entirely enamored with Benjamin. “Have I forgotten something? Is today significant?” Your brows knitted together in worry as you searched your mind.

“No,” Benjamin said with a chuckle. “Just a Saturday.” He regarded your face, the top knot you wore your hair in, your old oversized university t-shirt and boxer shorts. “You’ve been working.” It was more of a statement than a question. 

“Just finished,” you replied with a smile. “Thank you. Let’s get them in a vase, yeah?” You held out the flowers for Benjamin to take, freeing your hands so you could rummage in the cupboards under the sink. 

You climbed out of bed quietly, making an effort trying not to wake Benjamin. After making a cup of tea, you rummaged around making little to no noise until you found what you were looking for. Using your drawing board as a makeshift tray, you piled the remainder of your supplies on top: pastel paper, tape, and your collection of Prismacolor pastels, as well as colored pencils to outline. Your cup of tea was also precariously balanced atop; your mind had been so trained on your task at hand that you hadn’t thought about the clattering of the cup. Thankfully, Benjamin was a fairly heavy sleeper. 

Once back in the bedroom, you smiled at you peeled over at Benjamin, who hadn’t moved a muscle. Carefully, you placed your drawing board on the floor before sitting down beside it, first placing your tea to the side after taking a sip. Your pastels were put to the side, colored pencils placed in your lap, and you tore off four tiny pieces of tape to secure your pastel paper to your drawing board. Smoothing your hand over the paper, you paid attention to the way it felt beneath your palm, the toothy surface of the paper that was akin to the feeling of sandpaper, only finer. 

You gazed up at your bouquet. You'd all but memorized the way they were arranged in the case, which flowers had thicker stems, how bright the yellow of the daffodils were, how saturated the pink petals of the tulips, the shadows the larger blooms cast over the sweet pea and chamomile. Precariously, you opened the tin your pencils were arranged in, squinting your eyes as you regarded the flowers, then peering into your lap. Your pencils were just used for a rough sketching, an outlining of sorts that would be completely obscured by the pastels as you worked. It had been awhile since you’d  been inspired to play with color, the time to mull over saturation and warmth versus cool, to meticulously muck over the stark difference it was to shadow with pastels instead of charcoal. 

Your thoughts regarding color always started and ended with Benjamin’s eyes, the particular deep, warm brown of his irises, the chestnut undertones and flecks of gold within them. They were a color, you thought, that not even legendary artists could get just right. You loved the way they darkened even more with desire, when his mind was full of nothing except all the different ways he could devour you. 

After about five minutes of sketching later, you looked up from your work and over to Benjamin, who was very much awake, just watching you. You’d been so immersed in your work, you’d missed the change in his breathing. He smiled at you, creases forming at the outer corners of his eyes. “Good morning, love. You should come back to bed.”

Benjamin’s smile was contagious. Since the two of you had met, his smile had always drawn out your own; the expression held with it warmth, affection, and sometimes a bit of mischief. Your smile was broken by laughter at Benjamin’s invitation. 

“I’m working,” you said simply, still wearing a residual smile. Repositioning himself, Benjamin propped himself upward over the pillows. He glanced to the array of supplies around you, garnering that you were playing with color, and color had absolutely nothing to do with charcoal. He raised his brows just a shadow, yet you didn’t have to look up to witness it. You knew Benjamin Greene. 

“Congratulations on the new job, Y/N! Now, come back to bed and allow me to congratulate you properly.” And there was that smile, the one with a bit of mischief mixed in. 

Playing as if you were toying with the idea, you glanced longing over at your pastels, untouched as of yet. Without another word, you began clearing your lap of kelly green and sunshine yellow, candy apple red and tangerine orange. The pencils slid easily back into their tin container. You heard the rustling of bedsheets as you turned your back and bent to pile your things back into your old drawing board. 

You righted yourself back upward and stretched toward the ceiling, straightening your spine. You turned back toward the bed, but were captured by a pair of strong arms instead. You hugged Benjamin tight around his middle and your eyelashes fluttered against his bare chest as he placed a lingering kiss to your crown. 

“What are you working on, Ms. Kahlo?” Frieda, is it?” A warm breath of laughter followed the slight tickling of your eyelashes over his skin and Benjamin relished in those small, unconscious touches. He held you for a moment longer until you pulled back to nod toward your bouquet.

“Hand-picked flowers by a bloke called Benjamin… something-or-other. He has a good eye for colour, yeah? His name really should be renowned, the surname, too. Benjamin  is just too common a name, but so is Britney and everyone knows when the name is uttered, exactly who you’re talking about… oh, baby, baby.” 

Your impression left a lot to be desired, but that just added to the level of ridiculously adorable you’d hit without trying, and a loud timbre of laughter bounced off the bedroom walls. “I love you, Y/N.”

Your smirk was completely erased as your jaw dropped and your mind whirled. He...what did he just say? It couldn’t have been— he had never—

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden beat of silence throughout the house, just as it had been an hour before. He dipped his head in an effort to catch your eyes. You looked up to see his own, much darker ones, filled with worry. 

“That’s… that’s what the flowers were for, Y/N. I had a bit of… something prepared, just a rambling of things that have made me realize over time that…” His hands slid down your arms, around the curving of your hips and waist, down to the small of your back. “But I was late and I could tell you were working. You were beautifully smudged but I wanted you to hear it. To know. It just wasn’t the right time, and—“

“Benjamin.” Your voice was a whisper as your hands rose to gently press against his chest, but firmly enough for his hands to fall from your back as he took a step back. “Y/N, I’m—“

You turned to see the hurt in his eyes, as if his heart had been pulverized. Turning away, your own heart seizing in your chest, you clutched the frayed ends of your old t-shirt, fabric bunching between your fingers as you lifted it up and over your head. Your hair tumbled down and over your shoulders and you bent to rid yourself of the boxer shorts, pushing them down and stepping out of them. Finally, you slipped between the sheets, the cool material sending a pleasant chill over and under your naked body. 

“I think we have another thing to celebrate,” you spoke finally. Your eyes shined, not with tears but absolute awe. Benjamin blinked, one, two, three times as he strode to the opposite side of the bed and crawled in beside you. 

“You don’t—“

“Shhh.” You hushed him by lightly touching your finger to his lips. The man before you was simply exquisite. “I love you, Benjamin Greene. It's been for awhile now.”

Shock passed over his features briefly. Before he could say another word, you took his cheeks in your hands, meeting him halfway for a long, lingering, deep kiss. He smiled against your lips and pulled your body atop his own, skin to skin. Drinking you in with darkened eyes, he kissed along the curve of your shoulder. “Show me how much, Y/N.”

You never finished your sketch.

#dani's 150 followers event #drabble requests #image 10 #benjamin greene x reader

[static-whisper-podfic]

6 March 2021: I’m not sure if I’m going to do HP Drizzle Fest, but I thought I’d check and see if any prior entries have Blanket Permission.

Do not create podfic of works by: nightfalltwen.

From the 2017 collection:

Evening12: “If you are seeking permission to podfic a story of mine, please consider this a blanket permission. I also welcome remixes as well as fanart. If you choose to do any of these (podfic, remixes, or fanart, etc), I do ask that you link and credit my original work. and give me a link to the finished piece (I'd love to squee over it).” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: Of Full Moons and Rain. Oneshot (1,253 words).

humanveil: “I give blanket permission for translations, fanart, and podfics, my only requests are that you credit me appropriately and send me a link. If posting to AO3, you don’t have to link me, just list it as a translation/related work. For remixing, please ask first.” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: wrap me up. Oneshot (1,270 words). Podfic Available (in 2018 collection).

reeby10: “You do not need to ask for permission before transforming anything I've done. This includes but is not limited to: art, translation, meta, podfic, remixes, sequels, crafts, and commentaries. The only limitation is that icons/graphics should not be used as bases unless otherwise specified. Please just be sure to leave me credit for the original/inspiration :)” [Full Transformative Works Policy on LJ.]

Work: Strawberry Scented Kisses. Oneshot (1,211 words).

TheMightyFlynn: “Everything I have written or created is fair game for further transformative work, including, but not limited to: podfic, remix, translations, meta, and/or commentaries. My only requirements are that you credit me for the work I did, and send me a link to your work when it's posted. I'd like to be able to brag about it!” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: A Fresh Start. Oneshot (7,790 words).

Also: ~shadowofrazia appears to have given individual permission to ~bluedreaming to podfic Impossible Things for Drizzle Fest 2020. ~Icicle appears to have given ~semperfiona_podfic individual permission to podfic Haunted for Drizzle Fest 2018.

From the 2018 collection:

HenryMercury: “Art, podfic, continuations, remixes etc are all beyond welcome. Just be sure to let me know what you're doing so I can get excited about it!” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: This Side of the Line. Oneshot (8,810 words).

reeby10: See 2017 listing.

Work: The Wind Knows Best. Oneshot (1,640 words).

The MightyFlynn: See 2017 listing.

Work: Saltwater, Sweat, and Burned Sausages. Oneshot (4,340 words).

Also: ~semperfiona_podfic’s ao3 profile says, “I give blanket permission to remix, podfic, make art for, re-pod, or otherwise transform or create derivatives of any of my works. If I am not the original creator, please ensure that the original creator also gives permission. And please link back so I can squee!”

From the 2019 collection:

Cassiara: “Feel free to podfic, translate or make art for any of my stories. All I ask is that you give credit and link back to the fic here on ao3, and please let me know so I can squee about it.” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: Empty Parts. Oneshot (6,280 words).

fleurting: “if you would like to transform one of my fics (podfics, remixes, fanart, translations, whatever your heart desires), please feel free to do so! all i ask is that you give me credit for the original work and that you drop me the link to your finished work so that i can share it!” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: Meet (Cute) Me in the Pouring Rain. Art.

Goddess47: “This is blanket permission to podfic, remix or translate any of my stories... if you do so, please let me know so I can share with others!” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: Brushing Away the Mouldering Past. Oneshot (3,025 words).

lastontheboat: “Any kinds of podfic, fanart, remix, translation, or any other transformative work based on my fics is totally encouraged, as long as you link it back to me.” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: Rainy Days and Mondays (I always wind up here with you). Oneshot (5,516 words).

meandminniemcg: “I love and welcome all forms of transformative works (podfic, remixes, translations, etc), provided it's noncommercial and full credit is given. Please do drop me a link when it's done, so I can properly squee with excitement. I would especially love it if you post your work here on AO3 and cite my original story as a related work, making it easy for me to link back to your work from the original story.” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: Marauders’ Reflexes. Oneshot (3,220 words).

Nia_Kantorka: “In the (unlikely) event that anyone wants to podfic my stories, I give you blanket permission. I would appreciate credit and a link when you are done.” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: Harry Fears No Weather. Oneshot (2,550 words).

tackytiger [potentially case by case permission?]: “Please contact me before translating or making podfics of my work, thank you.” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: And One To Play. Three chapters (21,627 words).

TheMightyFlynn: See 2017 listing.

Work: The Mists Over the Black Lake. Oneshot (1,060 words).

Work: A Portrait’s Duty. Seven chapters (4,810 words).

From the 2020 collection:

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Work: Time After Time. Nine chapters (12,895 words).

Aneiria: “ Anyone who wishes to is welcome to archive, remix, podfic, bookbind, translate, write meta about, make art for, or write in the same universe/fanon as any of my fanworks. Please link me to the results if you do.” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: Pathetic Fallacy. Oneshot (4,290 words).

cjmasim: “I give blanket permission to make podfic, fanart, transformative works, etc. of my fics, just as long as you let me know.” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: sugarcane in the easy morning. Oneshot (5,510 words).

glittering_git: “You have my enthusiastic permission to make fanart, fanvids, podfics, translations, and meta of all my works here! I ask that you please credit me in the final result and link back to the corresponding fic on AO3 or Tumblr. If posting on AO3, I would greatly appreciate you linking it as a Related Work (instructions for doing so are here) :) If posting on another platform, like Tumblr, please do give me a tag!” [Full Transformative Works Policy.]

Work: what the rainbow never tells me. Six chapters (6,578 words).

Goddess47: See 2019 listing.

Work: Searching for Comfort. Oneshot (12,338 words).

lastontheboat: See 2019 listing.

Work: what the body wants is coolness. Oneshot (13,428 words).

LauDH8: “In case you want to transform (this includes podfics) or write prequels or continuations of my works, please leave a link to the original and let me know somehow.” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: Golden Daffodils’ Sea. Oneshot (11,840 words).

MoonCat457: “You do not need to ask my permission to remix, podfic, translate, create art for or create secondary fanwork of any fanwork I have posted. If you do create something inspired by my work, please use the "This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work" function when posting your work so I can see what you create! :)” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: That Summer Was Good To Us. Oneshot (8,647 words).

Orphan Account

Work: Let Him Be Kind. Oneshot (12,044 words).

PaulaMcG: “I welcome any and all transformative works. You do not have to ask for my permission first. However, if anyone ever creates something on the basis of my work, I’d love to know about it. Just to hear about such an intention will make more than my day! I’d be thrilled to get a link to the completed work. And please credit me and link back to my work.” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: Freedom They Can Reach. Oneshot (5,779 words).

Pineau_noir: “I didn't know I needed to do this, but yes, translations, podfics, remixes, and fanart of my work are always welcome. I would prefer it all to be posted on ao3 with the inspired by tag so everyone can find the original or find the new piece, but at the bare minimum a link must be on anything new that is based on my fics.” [From ao3 profile.]

Work: Only Happy When It Rains. Oneshot (13,604 words).

reeby10: See 2017 listing.

Work: Under Adverse Conditions. Oneshot (1,015 words).

TheMightyFlynn: See 2017 listing.

Work: A Loss of Control. Oneshot (4,843 words).

#hp #hp drizzle fest #permission #prep

[ffxivimagines]

fidelity | Fic for DarthSuki

Thank you so much for your patience and support @darthsuki! I had a lovely time working with Samilen ^^

Ao3 Link

Rating: G 

Category: M/M

Applicable tags: Stormblood spoilers, RDM questline references, I went a little hard on the pining can you tell, mutual pining

Summary: Maybe Samilen shouldn't have read so heavily into X'rhun's many shows of affection, but maybe he could have stood to had a little more confidence as well. 

There is a letter waiting for him when Samilien slides onto a bar stool inside the Quicksand. Momodi smiles knowingly, sliding the folded paper across the counter toward him, and says, “Someone left a little somethin’ for you. I didn’t peek.” She finishes her sentence off with a wink. Honest to Menphina, a wink. 

Samilen… is not sure how he should feel about that. Momodi isn’t the sort to gossip (usually) but the way she’s watching him promises trouble. 

He takes the letter and opens it gingerly. The first thing he notices is the familiar pattern of X’rhun’s not-quite-cursive spelling out “To my dearest Samilen” like they were lovers and not just comrades (though the idea of being involved in that way is by no means a bad one). He tended to title nearly all his letters the same. The notable differences are simply where the comma is placed or what comes after the sappy opening line. 

In this case, the latter that follows is no less affectionate as it is urgent. They rarely correspond via paper means─while enjoyable to send and receive, they are easy to track and intercept─and receiving written correspondence is always a welcome surprise. The letter reads:

To my dearest Samilen, 

‘Tis a rare occasion I can write to you. I can only pray this letter finds you in good health and in better time. There have been more skirmishes with the Empire as of late and I have been sorely missing your presence at my side. Do write me a response if you are able.

Sincerely,

Rhun

The trouble with Garlemald is standard fare for the both of them, but what is not by any means standard is the scribbled footnote saying that a package should be arriving within a few days (or so X’rhun hopes). 

Momodi giggles behind her hand and asks, “An admirer, perhaps?”

Samilen is tempted to reply, but flounders. X’rhun is a comrade. A friend. Not an… admirer. He hasn't shown the slightest inclination that he views Samilen in that way, either. He settles for shaking his head. Momodi frowns. 

“A shame, that. You’re a lovely young man,” she says, disapproving of his apparent lack of prospects. “I’ll make sure you know when that package of yours arrives.”

Samilen excuses himself, tucking the letter into his pack, and tries very hard not to think of exactly why X’rhun is sending him a parcel. They are both affectionate in their own ways, but this can’t be meant in that way. X’rhun has given him things before (like the all-important Soulstone that allowed him to take up Red magic) but he really shouldn’t be reading this far into it. It would just serve to get his hopes up over nothing. 

With that thought in mind, Samilen goes about his day. He manages to successfully forget about the promised package until he prepares to check out of the inn and head out of Ul’dah. Momodi slides a parcel across the countertop before he can even hand her his room key and says, “That admirer of yours sent a little somethin’ extra, it looks like. Make sure to write back, Samilen! Leadin’ them on isn’t like you.”

He flusters, ears flattening close to his head. “It’s not like that,” he signs frantically.

“They sure don’t think so.”

He places his key on the counter with a pointed clack, counts out Gil for his stay, and takes the package under an arm before departing. Momodi calls after him, tone teasing, and he tries not to give her words any credence. He’s already on the airship and sat in a corner with his bag in his lap when he remembers that he never even opened the parcel currently making a menace of itself where it’s wedged between cuttings he’d collected from throughout Thanalan. He extricates it with care (little for the box itself and more for the phials it was sitting on top of) and simply stares. 

There, in X’rhun’s typical script, is a label that reads: To my dearest companion.

Samilen thinks he may have missed something. Multiple somethings. Like how they used to share drinks all too often and X’rhun’s hand would stray from his elbow to his waist. How he always signs things as Rhun in an all-too-intimate show of trust and affection. 

Affection that Samilen would still like to think is platonic, lest he drown in embarrassment. 

He feels his cheeks heat the longer he looks at the little parchment tag, so he tears apart the wrapping and hopes that the little voice inside his head saying that it is definitely a courtship gift will be proven wrong. The box inside is made of thin plywood sheets and left shut with a length of butcher’s twine. It isn’t much to look at, all told. It’s simply standard for things that might be damaged during a courier’s travels. Nothing more and nothing less. 

Samilen finds he is somehow disappointed. 

He unties the twine and lifts the lid. Inside is a pocketbook─the type he would expect to find in Gridania proper and not wherever X’rhun was camped out─with close-set type and a thick, cardstock cover. “A Horticulturist’s Guide to Ala Mhigan Flowers'' the title reads and maybe Samilen should have had more care when flipping through the pages because there are loose flower petals all over his lap, now. He picks them up delicately, cursing quietly when the airship lurches and he accidentally punctures the delicate surface of what he assumes to be the remnants of a carnation. He sweeps all the petals into the box and carefully continues flicking through the book. He gets to the second to last entry, careful of the myriad pressed flowers between the pages, when a small scribble catches his eye. 

X’rhun’s familiar scrawl fills up the margin. Samilen squints, reading his writing with some difficulty. The words are barely spaced and the looping script has become a curse where lines intersect and make nonsensical symbols instead of letters. He manages most of it, though. 

I hope you enjoy the gift. It would bring me great joy if this has managed to arrive safely into your care. Do take a moment to read the entry on this page. I think you’ll find it most enlightening. 

There, circled in blue ink, is a little section explaining the meaning of the plant in floriographer’s terms. Jonquil is something he recognizes. It’s resemblance to the daffodil is a point of constant contention for beginner botanists. It also… isn’t a flower he ever thought to look into for more than cultivation methods. He wishes he had, now, because it stands for desire─both toward someone but also to have that feeling reciprocated─and X’rhun had pointed it out very much on purpose. 

Samilen realizes with such sharp clarity it nearly hurts that he has been ignoring legitimate courtship attempts. Readily given company, trust with each other’s safety, tokens of affection, physical closeness, and letters titled and signed with ever-increasing intimacy. X’rhun has been courting him (him! By Menphina!) and wanted to know if he returned the feeling. 

He feels like he’s nearly buzzing by the time the airship lands and he disembarks. It’s a wonder he manages to not crash into anyone on his way home because all he can think of is that he wasn’t reading too much into gestures, but rather that he had been ignoring them. He sits down and pulls out a sheet of parchment the second he’s inside, nearly forgetting to close the door behind himself. He stares at it, unseeing, before realizing that he has to write on it in order to send a reply. 

How could he even title it? To X’rhun? Certainly not! Well, maybe. He had every other time they corresponded, but this felt different. He would be replying with the knowledge that it wasn’t just letters between friends. But, then again, X’rhun had been attempting to court him for many a month. He could respond the way he has before and address the unspoken question, but doing it through a letter also feels less than genuine, considering how recent of a realization it is. 

He settles for a request to meet and agonizes over how to word it. By the time the letter is written, folded, and appropriately labeled for delivery, Samilen thinks he may be making a mistake. The courier is already down the road, however, and it’s late enough he simply sorts out the cuttings in his bag so he can attend them come morning. He looks at the little book sitting innocuously next to the wrapped bits of plant and decides not to snuff his lamp. He has a lot more reading to do if he intends to respond in kind. 

When a reply arrives, it’s in the hands of a red-coated Seeker whose roguish smile barely manages to cover his nerves. “Is this the residence of a Samilen Jawantal? I have a letter for him.”

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[outpastthemoat]

currently

reading: for fiction - my annual reread of greensleeves by eloise jarvis mcgraw because it’s got BEEHIVE HAIRDOS and DINER TALK and JOURNEYS OF IDENTITY and COMMUNITIES, and for nonfiction reading while at the library, i’ve got a collection of essays on fantasy and writing by susan cooper

watching: star wars rebels season one / matilda / my girl

writing: bopping around between 1) ‘tahl uvain unfucks the universe,’ 2.  a fic about qui-gon going through jedi master trials, and 3.  “five times they meditated and one time they didn’t”

listening to: joshua radin’s the fall cd

practicing: that zooey deschanel “i coulda been your girl” song on the ukulele

sewing: lil jedi robes and tunics for my padawans, at my daughter’s request

growing: my hyacinths just came up!! and my crocuses and daffodils, and some snapdragons

#jenny vs. life

[panda-noosh]

Is it okay to request an angst/fluff Hanahaki disease request as a Shiro x Reader please?

words: 2.6k 

notes: please tell me if i did this right omg. i’ve never written anything for the Hanahaki disease and i only know a little bit about it :s i tried reading some fics on it, so i hope this is accurate enough lol. 

+++

    The first flower petal was yellow. You could only guess that it had come from a daffodil, perhaps a sunflower. You weren’t entirely sure. The droplets of blood dotting the petal was enough to distract you from that unimportant piece of information.

    You knew what it was from the moment you had spilled the first flower petal into the toilet bowl that day, Shiro and the others busy eating away at the pizza downstairs. For weeks, your feelings for the man you had once called your best friend had been developing into something more, something you thought you could ignore. You wanted to ignore it, for this reason entirely.

    Your head fell limp against the bathroom floor, that tickling at the back of your throat disappearing slowly. The sickness didn’t step from your stomach; you didn’t feel nauseous, could pinpoint no signs as to when the next petal would be falling from your mouth - it was all in your throat, your chest, like vines crawling up a wall.

    You inhaled deeply, wiped the back of your hand against your nose and forced yourself into a sitting position. The petals were floating in the toilet, a mix of flower petals and blood staring back at you as you gathered your breath and tried to wrap your head around what was going on, what was happening to you. 

     A knock sounded at the bathroom door.

   Your head snapped up a little too quickly, a wave of dizziness washing over you. You grunted, that tickling in your throat reappearing out of nowhere. You groaned, opened your mouth, doubled back over the toilet bowl to allow the stream of flower petals to drip from your mouth and into the water.

    The door was shoved open. Shiro stood in the door way, eyes wide, and the feeling of pain only got worse. The vines tightened. More flower petals budded from your mouth, and before long, you were fairly certain that your entire air passages had been cut off with the petals waiting to be released from your mouth.

    Shiro didn’t know. He knew what the Hanahaki disease was, but he didn’t know that it was him causing you to suffer like this. He kneeled beside you, softly whispering, “Who is it?” as he rubbed circles on your back. You didn’t answer him, couldn’t answer him with the mouthful of flowers you currently had.

+++

    The Hanahaki disease was not something that just passed, and this was a fact you were madly aware of. You had known many people who had suffered with the same thing, had heard of people dying from lack of treatment, ignoring it, thinking it would go away with little to no attention given. 

   But it didn’t work like that. It didn’t just disappear, just like love itself never just disappeared. You wished it was as simple as that, an on and off button, almost.

    But no.

    You leaned against your kitchen counter, one hand cupping your chin, one hand squeezing the counter top tightly. The tickling at the back of your throat had gotten worse ever since Shiro had arrived to check up on you, but he wouldn’t be able to figure that out. He had only just arrived, meaning this was the only state he had seen you in thus far.

   It always got a little bit worse when he was around. The vines tightened around your lungs. Breathing became a little bit more difficult. The petals became more and more frequent, a little bit harder to get up. They choked you sometimes. 

    You closed your eyes. Shiro watched you, chewing nervously on his bottom lip.

    “Is it not coming up?” he asked quietly.

    You gently shook your head before a retch escaped your throat, followed closely by a blood soaked flower petal. You caught it in your hand, groaned and fell back into your chair.

    Shiro winced. “That looks so painful. I wish there was something I could do.”

   You shook your head. You didn’t trust yourself to talk right now. The tickling sensation hadn’t disappeared yet, meaning there was undoubtedly more to come - you just wanted to rest, but the idea of Shiro leaving was just as painful as the idea of him staying.

    So the two of you sat together, Shiro talking you through his day, you interrupting him a few times to choke up individual flower petals - you had heard stories of people choking up entire flowers. You had yet to get to that point, made a silent wish that it would never happen. The petals alone were difficult enough to get up without the added task of a stem in the mix.

    And so you listened to Shiro closely, finding comfort in his words, in the casual way with which he spoke. It was strange how Shiro could be the one causing you the pain, whilst being the only person able to soothe it at the same time.

+++

    You ended up in hospital not a week after that.

    The first full flower had come up. It startled you. You were sitting with Pidge and Shiro in your living room, laughing over some stupid joke that you couldn’t even remember now; your laugh had been broken off all of a sudden, the tickling sensation that you had grown used to suddenly seeming a lot more violent, a lot more insistent.

    You had doubled over, choked, gagged, slapped your own chest in any attempt to release the air clogged up in your throat. Shiro had been the first by your side, as he always was, slapping your back, yelling for help. 

    And then the head of the flower had bloomed from your mouth. You shook your head, tried to get it loose, but it wasn’t just a petal this time. There was something more, more that wanted to come up.

    Shiro had taken the initiative. You were much too confused, much too scared to take matters into your own hands. He reached forward, grabbed the head of the flower and slowly trailed it from your mouth - revealing the thorny stem attached to it.

    You had broken down then, wrapping your fingers around your sore throat. Shiro had made the decision. You were suffering, and this was going to kill you if you spent another minute ignoring it - he took you to the hospital, still completely oblivious that it was he who was the reasoning behind this.

+++

    Shiro looked in through the window of your hospital room, nervously biting his bottom lip. Bar the odd trip back home to collect himself clothes, he had not left the hospital in nearly a week, much too worried about you to even think of leaving your side.

    He had not been given access to the room itself. He didn’t mind that. You wouldn’t be talking much, anyway, and Shiro wasn’t sure how much longer he could watch you suffering like this before he broke down. You were his best friend. Watching you go through something as traumatic as this was heartbreaking for him.

    Yes. He was better off watching from the sidelines, letting you know he was there for you in small ways - telling the nurse your favourite snacks so that she could bring them up to you whenever the flowers left you alone long enough for you to eat, playing your favourite songs through the door, asking the nurse to fluff your pillows every now and then. These simple things would keep you sane, Shiro knew.

    He still didn’t know who the person was. He knew the ins and outs of the Hanahaki disease, had seen it often enough on all the medical shows he watched. He even had a few of his friends suffer from it, and he knew that it didn’t just spring upon any random person. Though it had taken scientist years to figure out the reason, most people were pretty confident at this point that the Hanahaki disease struck whenever a person was suffering from one-sided love.

   Shiro was desperate to find out who this other person was, but kept himself silent. You were suffering enough as it was without him prying for such private information.

    He would be lying to claim that it didn’t irk him a little bit. It irked him that you weren’t telling him who it was, irked him that there was truly somebody out there who was lucky enough to have you loving them, and them not loving you back. It just seemed slightly ludicrous.

    Shiro sighed, rested his head against the glass and inhaled deeply. You had fallen asleep a few hours before, still looking extremely sickly, but it was good that the illness was leaving you alone long enough for you to get a good bit of sleep.

    Shiro took this moment to enter your room. The nurse hadn’t been around in a little while, and your pillows were looking nothing short of uncomfortable; he would just fluff them for you really quick and then he’d leave. That way, the doctors couldn’t yell at him for entering the room he had been banned from.

    He slowly made his way over to your bed and fluffed the pillows, just as he said he was going to do. But he managed to get distracted. He looked down at your sleeping form, at the redness around your eyes and the dried blood crusting in the corners of your mouth - he had never seen you look so helpless, so pained, and there was nothing he could do about it.

   He sighed and gently swiped his fingers over your brow, ridding your skin of sweat which had formed there. And then he bent down and kissed your forehead, because he just wanted to. He needed to. Perhaps you would never know he was there, but at least the message was clear - he would always be with you. He’d see you to the end of this, whether it-

    You suddenly lurched forward. The machines around you suddenly started beeping. Shiro stumbled back, still clutching your pillow against his chest, shock running through his veins at a million miles per hour.

    Your eyes snapped open. They met Shiro’s for only a brief moment before they squeezed closed and your expression twisted into one of unbearable pain. You clawed at your throat, coughing and choking. Flower petals fell from your mouth, followed by tiny little buttercups that landed in a pile in your lap.

    Nurses were grabbing for Shiro, trying to drag him from the room. He fought against them, standing on his toes so he could see over the doctors head - you looked like you were convulsing, coughing uncontrollably. Tiny flowers left your mouth, before the head of a rose appeared at your lips. The doctor yelled out for the nurses to get Shiro away, before he reached forward, grabbed the head of the rose and pulled it out. You screamed out, the thorns scraping against your throat-

    The door slammed in Shiro’s face, and he was left stranded in the hallway.

     The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. It slammed into him, cut his breath short until the only thing he could do was slump against the white wall behind him and stare at the door that had just been slammed in his face.

    It was him. He was the one you loved. He was the one who was causing you so much pain.

    It was that realisation that brought him back to reality, that made him dig deep into his heart to drag forward the feelings that had been there for a while, but he had dulled them to the point of almost non-existence.

    He inhaled, slid down the wall and let his head fall in his hands, trying desperately to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

+++

    You woke up. That was the first surprise.

   Your eyes were weak, throat still raw from the ordeal you had suffered through. Sweat still dripped from your forehead, and you were still tucked up nicely in the hospital bed - but it was safe to say that you felt a lot better than you had a few hours prior.

    You reached up to your throat with trembling hands. The thorns hadn’t shredded skin, thank god, though the pain from the extraction was still there. Your lungs felt a little clearer, breath sweeping from them in clean, smooth strides.

    That had to be a good sign.

    The door opened. You looked up, half expecting to see a nurse stroll in - you had grown tired of seeing nurses, but you had questions to ask them. How had you just miraculously healed in such a short amount of time?

    You got ready to ask this exact question, but the words got lodged in your damaged throat whenever Shiro poked his head in the door, smiling sheepishly.

    You prepared yourself for the pain that always came when he showed his face. You quickly brought a hand up to your chin, got ready for the tickling sensation that would inevitably lead to you choking up flowers - but it never came.

    Shiro slowly stepped into the room, closed the door behind him and walked over to your bed.

    You looked over at him. “You look rough.”

   “Yeah. I haven’t slept.”

   “Why not?”

    “I’ve been in the waiting room waiting for you to wake up.”

   You raised a brow, heart thundering in your chest. “Well, that was daft of you.”

   “How long?”

   You froze. What was he on about?

   You tilted your head to the side, letting your hand fall into your lap. “How long what?”

   “How long has it been me?”

    You stared at him. His words were still unclear, but you would be stupid to not catch on to what he meant. He wasn’t looking at you, instead keeping his head ducked down to look at his lap. 

     You didn’t reply, didn’t know how to reply. 

     “You only started getting better whenever I realised I loved you too, you know,” he said casually. 

    Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

    “That’s how I knew,” he continued, as if his previous words meant nothing, were the most normal thing in the world. “That’s how I knew that it had been me putting you through all that - and you didn’t even bother to tell me!”

   You blinked. “Shiro-”

   “It doesn’t matter any more,” he sighed, reaching for your hand. “What matters now is that you’re okay. You’re better, aren’t you?”

   “I - I haven’t coughed up anything.”

    He smiled then, eyes tracing your face. You didn’t miss the small sigh of relief that slipped past his lips  at your words - he was relieved you were okay. He was beside you now, admitting his feelings as if it were nothing more than an offhand comment, as if you hadn’t just been through hell and back purely because he hadn’t felt the same way.

    But that was over now, and you would let yourself indulge in this little bit of relief for the time being.

    Shiro met your eyes again, gave you a warm smile before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Your heart thundered. You had grown so used to getting sick any time Shiro so much as touched you - for a second, you were half tempted to pull away and scurry to the bathroom in preparation for what was previously the inevitable - but nothing arose. Nothing but absolute bliss which shot up from your heart and flooded your veins as you ran your hands through Shiro’s hair in the way you had wanted to desperately for the past few weeks.

    He hummed into your mouth before pulling away. “Tastes like flower petals.” 

#request #voltron request

[reylofanfictionanthology]

More Than Love: the 2018 Reylo Fanfiction Anthology Gift Fic Exchange Treats Masterpost Part One

The More Than Love collection on AO3 | Master Post Part One on Tumblr | Master Post Part Two on Tumblr | Treats Part Two on Tumblr

you burn with me by Anonymous for itslaurenmae

Rey's soulmark burns when she meets Kylo Ren for the first time.

Wake by Anonymous for Aniye

Kylo Ren wakes first in the Throne Room after the battle with Rey. He has precious moments to decide what to do with her before he's joined by his second in command, General Hux.

Raindrops by Anonymous for jennity

"Rey sees rain for the first time. It's colder than she thought it would be, but not as cold as space. Leather gloves, warm hands."

Bonded and Balanced by Anonymous for iamladyloki

Rey prepares to meet Ben face to face after months apart after fighting together in Snoke's throne room.  She remembers times the Force has bonded them as the prepares to land the Falcon in the Lake Country on Naboo.  She focuses on meetings that happened after Crait as she tried to forgive him and they grew closer in many ways.

That Place Where I See You by Anonymous for nymja

A templar didn’t seek out magic. A templar didn’t seek out heresy -- and yet he sought her. A Dragon Age AU featuring templar!Kylo/apostate mage!Rey

The Link that Lingers by Anonymous for Chthonia

As Rey attempts to explain the Force Bond between her and Kylo Ren, Leia witnesses the phenomenon firsthand as it activates during Rey’s explanation. Set after The Last Jedi.

Flowers for Every Season by Anonymous for kuresoto

Rey uses her skills as a florist to help Hux woo a girl at his law firm despite the interference of his harsh boss, Kylo Ren. Modern AU.

so close by Anonymous for Like_A_Dove

Rey is near-fatally injured trying to fight Hux and a few of the Knights of Ren. Kylo escapes with her, but for how long?

undone by Anonymous for caisha

Rey braiding Kylo's hair and vice versa, just domestic stuff.

Towers and Tails by Anonymous for bittersnake

Rey lives a nice, quiet life as a mermaid at the head of the Humanology department at the local community college, until one day she gets caught in a freak storm and sort of accidentally saves a Human's life. Because of this, she loses her job and gets turned into a Human herself, cursed to spend her days in an old abandoned lighthouse where every step she takes is incredibly painful and she could get turned to sea foam at any moment. Well, not a week later after this whole mess during a hurricane, none other than the Human she saved shows up at her lighthouse. Ben Solo. And they're trapped in there. Indefinitely.

To Softly Drown by Anonymous for caisha

Rey and Kylo Ren know they shouldn't, but they keep finding ways to be together.

Handiwork by Anonymous for Vivien

After the war, Ben and Rey write a happier story for themselves as they work to build a life together.

The Family they sought by Anonymous for iamladyloki

Renporer goes to his rooms one night to discover his Empress is expecting.

What They Saw by Anonymous for kylorenaissance

Speculation on what Rey and Kylo may have seen in their respective visions in TLJ.

A Dangerous Affair by Anonymous for AceQueenKing

They know it’s dangerous. They’ve almost been caught dozens of times, either outright or in their tangled lies. - In which Kylo and Rey can't quite let go of the hold they have on each other.

Trust Issues by Anonymous for Slittherwolfe

Ben Solo has left the military to become an actor and met and married Rey, also an actress. They are living the happily ever after until the inevitable question is asked...

Starlight Gets in Your Eyes by Anonymous for kuresoto

1960s AU where Ben works for First Order security and Rey for a flower shop!

Weirwood Dreams by Anonymous for crossingwinter

The Force did not send him a nuisance. It sent him his equal, his other half. Rey. Damned he would be if he didn't treasure her.-Dreams and stories may have kept her sane but he was what kept her alive.

when i knew love's perfect ache by Anonymous for ArcherHybrid

Post-TLJ. Rey and Ben aren't very good at staying away from each other, and Rey's self-control is severely lacking for a Jedi. Or: Rey gets pregnant through the Force Bond, and that is frankly ridiculous and unfair, she would like to say.

Causality by Anonymous for PalenDrome

Kylo Ren has been kidnapped, drugged, and forced into sex slavery by the Hutts. Rey is sent by Leia to rescue him, posing as a client, and ordered to do whatever it takes to get him back. And she isn’t prepared for how devastating this mission will be.

alderaan places by Anonymous for Plutoascending91

Ben is moving to the back window display, preparing to lock up, when he notices something strange in the middle of flora and vases.One, mud-caked motorcycle boot peeks out from underneath a table curtain. The boot belongs to a leg. Even though it’s covered in so many bright tattoos that it looks like leggings or something. His eyes trail up, seeing that the leg goes up to hips that are covered in beat to hell jean cut-off shorts, that an old cream tank top is tucked into the waist of the cut-offs, and that brown, wavy hair hangs over the shoulders of the tank. The pieces eventually register in his mind as a girl.A girl. Is under his table. Sketching.

Take My Hand by Anonymous for yellowdress

“You have kind eyes,” she lets the sentence hang unclosed, her eyebrows raised in a wordless question.“Ben,” he whispers it as if he’s confessing to some unbearable sin.“You have kind eyes, Ben.”

Finally by Anonymous for yellowdress

Rey is busy with school and work, but when a party in her apartment complex becomes too much of an issue, she's forced to deal with the problems she would rather ignore.  It would be easy if she had only her neighbor, Finn, to face.  Unfortunately Ben is there as well, and after what he's said, she has no desire to see him again.

For There is Nothing Lost by Anonymous for bratanimus 

After things get physical with Ben, Rey quibbles with the terminology of sex and considers what it means for their relationship.

The Only Truth by Anonymous for sokki09

Rey is a struggling singer/songwriter who catches her break when her cover of a Knights of Ren song goes viral. Before she knows it, shes spending studio time with the prickly Kylo Ren, who is busy working on his first solo album, and none of it goes as expected.

Fire and Powder by Anonymous for TheStolenQuill

Two teachers who hate each other because their classrooms share a wall. A Valentine’s dance. A matchmaking principal. A chaperone assignment that ends in an unexpected romance.

Letting Go by Anonymous for murakamism 

Instead of running away, Rey tries to convince him some to see her side, to let go of the path he's walked for so long and given everything to.

Same Eyes, Different People by Anonymous for juniorstarcatcher

After Snoke creates the monster Kylo Ren, Luke Skywalker's Jedi Academy is lost, along with his nephew, Ben Solo. Years later, General Organa offers a reward for her son's safe return. Finn and Rey, two orphans living and working on Takodana, plan on pawning off Matt, the Radar Technician as the lost prince, after noticing his striking physical similarities to the only son of the Alderaan princess. "If you live long enough, you see the same eyes in different people," Maz told her, but Kira knew the truth. Ben Solo - her Ben - was gone. Kylo Ren had murdered him six years ago, back when she went by the name Kira.

Impulse by Anonymous for cuddlesome

Rey trying to "get back" at Kylo by being topless without warning one of the times that they bond. It backfires, of course, because he likes seeing her tits. An impulsive decision to get one up on Kylo Ren turns into something Rey never expected.

truth and touch by Anonymous for thelittlescrimshaw

Rey squeezes her eyes shut, wishing and hoping against everything that both her problems would vanish into thin air the moment her eyelids fluttered open.

A Path Chosen by Anonymous for OccasionallyCreative

 Rey. Master of the Knights of Ren, a woman of legend and tales, who took her own Master and bent him to her heel. A terror and a blessing swathed in black wraps; his savior from the endless wastes of Jakku who currently wanted nothing but him to fall in line. But Ben Solo wasn’t one to fall easily. ------- Ben Solo was left behind on Jakku. It wasn't long before he was found by Rey, Master of the Knights of Ren, who promised him a better life and an inheritance he couldn't ignore.

By Night by Anonymous for czechia

He tried to memorize the look in her eyes as he touched her, trailing his fingers up and over the knobs of her spine, reacquainting himself with the parts of her he had forgotten. The scars she had acquired during their time together were still there, puckered ridges he used to know as intimately as the stories behind them, staining his memory like ink.

in that dry white ocean alone by Anonymous for KKetura

Sometimes the things we hate in others are the things we fear inside ourselves. How do you keep running from the other face in the mirror?

Holonet Mail by Anonymous for TheJGatsby

Two work rivals, who despise each other, unknowingly fall in love as they exchange letters through the holonet.

Call Me Sweetheart by Anonymous for diasterisms

It's a good life, what they've created together, but Rey simply hates Ben's silly names for her.

Sweet Nothings by Anonymous for diasterisms

“Hey asshole, I was sitting here.”  The stranger looked up at her from behind thick-rimmed Ray Bans and ran a hand through thick black hair. There was a bit of foam on his lip. “What do you want me to about that, sweetheart?” ------aka, the five times Ben refers to Rey with pet names and the one time she replies.

Daffodil by Anonymous for Plutoascending91

Ben Solo gets an unexpected visitor on a Wednesday afternoon with a very specific request.

You've Got to Hide Your Love Away by Anonymous for solikerez

Rey and Ben, two Hogwarts students, met in their second year and quickly connected, but when Ben learned that Rey was Muggle born he knew they could never be together. His strict, pure-blood grandparents would never allow it and had already abnegated his parents for joining Dumbledore. They took him in after the death of his parents in the war and swore never to let their family be torn apart again.  Unfortunately, forgetting Rey became just as impossible as the relationship must be.

Clean Hands, Light Heart by Anonymous for kimaracretak

Rey knows how cruel you need to be, to get things clean. She doesn't want to be cruel, though.

we'll never sleep by Anonymous for ChecktheHolonet

Kylo needing Rey but loathing himself for it, looking for a way to release his frustration and rage, relying on her to recognize his needs and fulfill them while taking her own pleasure in being able to exert a level of power and control.

Kissed By the Sun by Anonymous for Trish47

Rey had very limited personal experience with men, but she knew enough about them to be surprised when the first article of her clothing Ben tried to remove was her arm wrap.

without him I feel his arms around me by Anonymous for the-reylo-void

A sad little conversation between Rey and Kylo post-TLJ. Some angst and pining, a convo, and Rey POV. Talk about why they both did what they did in the throne room. They both wish they didn't have to fight each other anymore.

There is no 'You and I' by Anonymous for mrstater

Rey wishes Kylo Ren would leave her alone.  Or so she tells herself.

To: Professor Rey Niima's Husband by Anonymous for solikerez

There are a few rumors going around in Hogwarts.

Convergence by Anonymous for politicalmamaduck

Other, also known as ‘soulmate’ for people who wanted to believe. Not everyone had an Other, and the only way to find your Other was by saying their name. When that happened, memories of their life, where they grew up and the steps that led them to you, would be condensed into a single flashback that passed in a blink of an eye. The fact that someone had said Rey’s name and didn’t bother approaching her hurt, especially since she had a good idea why. Her parents tossed her aside when she was barely five, so she shouldn’t be surprised that her soulmate had done the same.

This Monstrous Force by Anonymous for meritmut

She never knew what she looked like in the Force. She knew what she felt like, and she knew what others appeared to her. Some nights she would dream of waking in a shifting world of limitless power and her teeth were replaced with fangs, her eyes with refined sight and the hunger of a beast that hasn't fed in far too long.

In the Rain by Anonymous for jennachangedherusername

Walking through the market near the new Resistance base, Rey thinks she sees a familiar face, or is it just a mirage?

banes by Anonymous for firelord65

The galaxy belonged to Rey. He belonged to Rey. And still it was not enough. Whatever emptiness burned inside of him magnified itself in her, had long since grown out of control, worse than any black hole. He could be sated by her touch, her lips on his, the comfort of words he no longer believed that she believed: you’re not alone, I understand, I’m here with you, we can do this.There was nothing that could sate her.

Cloudbusting by Anonymous for mrstater

“Have you heard of cloudbusting?” he asked. They could never talk about what they were talking about, but it all meant the same thing, every time.

A glimpse of future by Anonymous for cuddlekylo

Kylo Ren comes back home where his wife Rey awaits him with a surprise (which actually really shouldn't be one).

Acquired Tastes by Anonymous for NextToSomething

When Kylo Ren and Rey share a meal under most unusual circumstances, they find they have a taste for things they never expected.

The Scroll by Anonymous for Acacieae

It was ironic that between the two of them, Ben and Rey’s boxes of possessions equaled less than those of the late Leia Organa and there were only four of those metal containers.

That Which Haunts by Anonymous for dietplainlite

Kylo and Rey are assigned to do a trip from Nar Shadda to Canto Bight, but the Falcon decides to act up in it's most reliable way.

it goes round and round (everything falling) by Anonymous for politicalmamaduck and rosewitches

again and again, she slips from his grasp like moonlight (reincarnation au where ben seeks her through their past lives and maybe, just maybe this time this time will be the last)

No Way Back by Anonymous for misszeldasayre

They are intertwined. Inseparable. It's almost unbearable. Kylo cannot move forward, no matter how often Rey appears to tell him he must.

Mirrorbright by Anonymous for juniorstarcatcher

An Anastasia AU set in the SW universe. An evil Force-user curses the Solo family, giving rise to a coup that separates the Organa-Solo family - the young prince Ben disappearing in the mayhem. Years later, his mother has offered a reward for his return. Con artist and smuggler Rey and Chewbacca plan to pass off a phony as the prince and collect the reward, never guessing that the orphan they've tricked into helping is truly the crown prince, Ben Organa Solo.

The Lure of the Light by Anonymous for Alethnya

Snoke failed to turn Ben to the dark side, but found a willing apprentice in Rey.  Years later, Rey has set herself against the resurgent Jedi Order - and one ridiculously infuriating Jedi in particular.

Crawl Under Your Skin by Anonymous for witchoil

"Underneath his forehead, beneath her skin, a heat wave’s been building in Rey's lower belly, smoothing and constricting, pushing and pulling on elastic tendrils. Kylo can pinpoint the exact moment when it shatters."

dunes of sand by Anonymous for punkeraa

Senator Ben Organa is sent to Jakku to evaluate the state of the old Imperial base and secure it from the rising First Order.He finds so much more than he could have imagined.

Called by Distraction by Anonymous for Ariel_Riddle

Kylo Ren follows his high-ranking officers to a brothel where he sees a vision in white: Rey. Possessed by desire, Kylo sweeps her away toward his ship, though they don’t quite reach it.

Truth Be Told by Anonymous for pythia

 “Do you even know who you’re working for?” He taunted.  She wiped a smear of blood from her lip. “Don’t worry, we’re the good guys.” Spying a workbench nearby, Rey picked up a screwdriver to use as a weapon. This man was relentless.  “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”Alias AU: Rey is an agent with SD-6, a secret branch of the CIA. But a chance encounter with the mysterious agent Kylo Ren could send everything she knows crashing to the ground. Could she be working for the very enemy she thought she was fighting?

Back on Track by Anonymous for dustoftheancients

Ben and Rey are bickering neighbors who are forced to work together in the end.

carrie. by Anonymous for punkeraa

The first week of being a parent was always the hardest.

safe by Anonymous for LueurdeLaube

Leave me be. You don’t deserve any of this. Please...

Chase Away His Demons by Anonymous for Limra

Rey is pregnant and goes to tell Ben, but has to deal with his jealousy first.

Whatever She Wants by Anonymous for starlightreader

"Tie me down and take whatever you want." When Rey tells him she wants to re-enact the day they met, Ben isn't sure whether having her at his mercy will feed his fantasies - or his nightmares.

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[huesofthemorning]

Dia’s Diary

@cheesytoucans has been requesting a shirtless bort fic for like 4 months now. You have her to thank for this

Dear Diary,

Today is the first day of spring. There are still patches of snow on the ground, under the shade of the trees. It feels so strange! I always forget how soft it is. Maybe one year I should stay up during winter and experience it more? Do you think Antarc would let me?

Oh, I feel bad for that gem. Snow is nice, but spring is so much better! The daffodils and crocuses are as beautiful as ever this year. I think I'll help Melon collect some later. We have to get to them before Rutile does. It's all medicine with them, they don't understand the beauty of flowers! Melon and I want to make a pretty flower crown for Sensei. Do you think he'll like it?

And how could I possibly forget! The most wonderous thing happened today, diary, you wouldn't believe it. Bort, my dear Bort, was standing on top of the bell tower this morning, surveying the land. (I have to remember that, next year. If I do it first, next spring, maybe Bort will be impressed with me.) Some of the summer uniforms got ruined during the winter, you see, by a leak in the roof. Bort's shirt among them. They said they'd wear it anyways, that fashionless gem, but Red Beryl would have none of it.

Instead of waiting for Red Beryl to fix it, Bort headed off to the bell tower. Completely shirtless! They were standing up there, that long hair blowing in the wind, sword in their hand, and the sun shining off their chest... oh, diary, it was indescribable! Am I weird for saying that? All of us gems have the same body, really, but Bort is... Bort is simply a class above us all.

I think, if the Lunarians had come and taken me away, right there and then, looking up at Bort's beautiful body... I don't think I'd have any regrets, that being my last sight.

What do you say? Do you think Red Beryl would accept suggestions for next year's uniform?

Love, Diamond <3

#my stuff #// #/// #//// #///// #houseki no kuni

[mirrorballparkers]

museum dates — peter parker

requested: nah. idea popped up into my head randomly.

tagged: @ttholland @t-oodles @cmonspiderling

- yo so i fucking am a god damn art geek myself, so why not write this? also, i am SO SORRY that it’s been so long since i’ve posted any fics. i’ve just had a lot going on personally, and also had a lot of job interviews (I GOT A JOB !!). not to mention i’m taking a college placement test this week so i’m just a mess. but, i digress. ENJOY THIS FIC! thanks for being patient, lovely humans. 

warnings: a shit ton of fluff and a reader who legit has NO CHILL and peter is such a soft, sweet human bean. 

summary: cute art headcanons with peter parker

- you grew up on art. always going to the local art galleries to discover new artists and collect some of their paintings and sculptures

- you’d always gush to peter about a new art piece you bought or a new artist you discovered

- “babe! oh, my god, look at this new Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun piece i got !!  isn’t it absolutely alluring?”

- you’d sometimes feel bad that you geeked out so much, but peter thought it was so adorable. you had so much passion in your eyes, voice, and physicality it made his heart go fucking wild.

- “keep going, pumpkin. tell me more please.”

-when he told you that he got the two of you ticket to the museum of modern art

- your heart busted a nut

- you literally smothered peter with a bunch of kisses, so happy and thankful  that he would do something like this for you. it wasn’t very cheap to visit museums these days.

- peter thought you geeking out was so cute

- he researched for hours and hours to find the best museum just for you

- when you got to the front entrance, you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face and you were jumping up and down like a little kid because, actual nerd

- “HOLY SHIT. peter, this place is so beautiful. the detail, the atmosphere, my heart is bursting right now you don’t even know how excited i am right now. this is the best day ever. ”

- peter would just be looking at you with heart !! eyes !! because you were so cute and this genuinely made you happy and excited.

- he was very proud of himself for researching until 4 am on a school night for the best museum in new york

- you were more excited to be with peter though just sayin’

- when you saw him looking, you got a little embarrassed

- “sorry..didn’t know i was acting so childish”

- you calmed down

- for 0.5 seconds until you two entered inside then ya heart went ‘SKRRRAAA PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP’

- you held onto peter’s arm and you were like: !!!! looking around at everything

- it was so mesmerizing !!! like you had never seen a place filled with such unbelievably beautiful pieces your heart busted a nut !!!

- peter would sling his arm around you and kiss your head like a soft cutie

- he was usually too shy for that shit, he prepped himself in his head

- ‘don’t be a pussy, she’s your girlfriend just do it. YOU’RE SPIDERMAN.’ he’d tell himself in his head

- walking around the museum and honestly your heart was busting a nUT everything was so mesmerizing and PERFECT.

- you’d jump up and down like an actual child holding on to peter’s arm as you’d hand the lady in the front your tickets.

- bragging that peter bought you these tickets TO RANDOM ASS STRANGERS THAT CLEARLY DIDN’T GIVE A FUCK BUT YOU WERE SO BLESSED

- “hi, yes my cute ass sweet ass boyfriend bought me these.” you’d say while doing finger guns.

- “YO, LADY WITH THE CHURRO: MY CUTE ASS PRETTY BOYFRIEND BROUGHT ME HERE AND BOUGHT THE TICKETS, ISN’T HE GREAT? yeah, you don’t have to tell me i know bitch.”

- taking those typical pics where you’re standing in front of some art piece !!

“should i put a hand on my hip..?”

“maybe like idk uh just stand still. pretend you’re just posing for a picture.”

“but how will i know you already took it? i don’t wanna be standing here forever, pete. there’s a whole bruce nauman exhibit with my name on it.”

- peter would make a clicking noise for you to know when he took it so you wouldn’t be standing and hurting your feet. he was a considerate boy.

- he thought you were so cute !!! screw the painting, you were the actual art

“ ew my hair looks weird here let’s take another”

“shut up you look cute af babe”

- peter was whipped so he did as u asked n took more for u cuz the more photos of ya cute ass he would be able to have in his phone and show aunt may how pretty u looked after the date

- “no,no, delete that it makes my butt look bad.”

- peter would blush n shyly say

- “but u have a cute butt…….” bRO

- he wasn’t lying homie thought ur butt was cute

- Even though u would get a lil embarrassed you’d start to get a little more confident and feel ya selffff

- “okay out all the 60 that i’ve taken of u doing cute lil poses i think we have a winner. ALL OF THEM, YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL.”

- you’d gasp every single time u saw a sculpture or a painting, anything

- “babe look at this one !!”

“ooh look at this one lOOK AT THAT DETAIL AND TEXTURE”

- peter giving you all kinds of sweet kisses to assure his feelings for you

- cheek kisses

- nose kisses

- temple kisses

- FOREHEAD KISSES

- he’d even pull you to a corner to low key make out with you

- SO !! MUCH !! KISSES !! AND !! HUGS !! 

- peter would hold your hand to his heart and just smile, feeling so warm and happy he was with you

- getting yelled at for touching things

- sassing the workers for getting yelled at for touching things under your breath

- “ the fuck? you don’t tell me what to do fuck you.”

- peter would calm you down but inside he’s like “that’s my baby girl !!”

- linking pinkies as you walk through all the exhibits

- peter wouldn’t even be paying attention to the art

- he dead ass would be just looking at you the entire time, so !! in love !!

- “why’re you not looking at this Ian Chung piece babe?”

“why go to an art museum when i can just look at you for art.” he just !! said that !!

- you’d get all shy and shit

- “aww, my pretty girl.”

- he’d always check to make sure you were hydrated

- “babe you want some water? i haven’t seen you have water all day and i just wanna make sure.”

- “wanna stop and have some water?”

- “do your feet hurt? it looked like you were limping just now.”

- he felt like he was bothering you, but really you were really tired and sore, possibly dehydrated from the hours and hours of walking.

- “i think we should sit down, sweets.”

- you’d finally agree after he told you that you looked kind of pale, so the two of you sat down on a bench and you rested your head on his lap as he played with strands of your hair

- before aunt may picked you guys up, you two went to the gift shop

- you bought so !! much !! amazing !! things !!

-  peter lost you at least 3 times

-  he kind of lowkey panicked every single time because you were his precious daffodil and he’d freak out if he lost you

- “hey, where’d you go?”

- “daffodil, you need to stop wandering.”

- “bABE, IF YOU WALK AWAY ONE MORE TIME"

- you picked out cute matching rings, even though it was incredibly cliche.

-  you had at least 5 items in your hand: a coffee traveling mug, a shirt, magnet, and two hats. you didn’t need two hats bitch what the fuck.

- peter wouldn’t dare to let you spend all that money on you

- “peterrrrr, it’s fine i have money. you’re already buying the rings!”

- this soft boi was too stubborn and bought them for you anyway

- “your total is 32.50.”

- “pETER WHAT THE FU-”

- you’d already put the hat on the second you walk out the gift shop and peter thought it was so cute, so he snapped a picture without you seeing it and captioned it as: ‘she’s so extra, but i like her a lot so it’s fine.’

- putting the matching couple rings on for each other as if ya’ll were about to fucking get married.

- taking snaps of each others hands with the rings and putting dorky captions

- your whole body was aching from all the walking so peter would be all cute and give you a piggy back ride to his aunts car

- when you got in the car, you rested your head on his shoulder completely worn out.

- peter was VERY excited to show aunt may all the pictures he took

- “hon, these are all of her, not the art.”

- “what’re you talking about, may? SHE IS ART.”

- you fell asleep on his shoulder bc it was going to be a very long drive home.

- he’d be very sweet and take off your shoes for you so your feet wouldn’t hurt anymore

- peter eventually fell asleep too, hands intertwined with yours and his heart very full

- it really was a perfect date.

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[crimson-snowfall]

Yooo Athyyy F8-Theo 2nd person also if it's possible to make them kiss in the rain?

YOOO MIKO, certified disciple of the Church of Hondje™, these requests are supposed to be purely fluff, but with Theo I just can’t not add a little thirsting what have y’all done to me jk ilysm and everyone in drained dry ♥♥♥

Prompt: “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop to feel the rain?” (Fluff, #8)

Word Count: 739

Warnings: Contains suggestive content.

“Am I hearing this right, hondje?” Theo’s deep voice was laced with incredulity, and you felt his hand tense a little in your hold.

“Yes, unless you’ve somehow gone deaf?”

Theo could only stare at you in utter disbelief. His rational side told him that if he had any protests, he shouldn’t be wasting any more time standing around. “So let me get this straight,” leaning down a little and tipping your chin up, he asked you, “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop to feel the rain?”

The smile that accompanied your response served to crumble more of his resistance. “It’s much better than trying to run away from it,” after brushing away the stray locks of hair that had stuck on his face, you continued, “…besides, we’re already drenched.”

Theo drew a deep breath. Arguing back is getting more pointless by the second, but he would at least voice out his concerns before giving in. “What if you catch a– mmmpph!”

Yanking him down by the collar, you silenced him with a kiss. The rain felt cold against his skin, but your lips– oh those luscious lips of yours, he can probably live through all the years of a vampire’s extended lifespan and still never know why it never fails to set him on fire– because the feeling just never gets old.

You pulled back with a triumphant grin. After all, it’s not often you could take your lover by surprise, and Theo recovers quite fast– and indeed, it was only a matter of seconds before you found yourself pinned against the rough walls of the alleyway. His lips mercilessly devoured yours, leaving it swollen in sweet retaliation for your actions earlier.

With a satisfied smirk, Theo admired his handiwork, running his thumb over your lips. You readjusted his hand to cup and cover your now flushed cheeks.

“How can I catch a cold when you’re smoldering for me, Theo?” You asked complacently. “…and even if I do get sick, I know that you’ll be there to spoil me into wellness in no time.”

Theo scoffed. “Nope. More like a certain hondje needs to be reminded of her training.”

“Oh please, Theo.” You stepped out into the middle of the alley, extending your arms, graciously enjoying the feel of raindrops against your body. “Don’t you like it? Have you been averse to the rain all this time?”

Theo shook his head. “Not really. I simply prefer feeling you over the rain. Also, it felt a little wrong for me to allow my knabbeltje to get all soaked up… when I should be the only one making you wet.”

This time, there’s no hiding your flustered cheeks. You averted your gaze from his. He took delight in your expression before joining you in delightfully experiencing the rain. Unwilling to concede just like that, you cupped your hands together, allowing rainwater to collect, before splashing it all over your unsuspecting lover.

Theo was instantly on your heels as you fled his retribution, and the two of you ended up frolicking in the downpour all the way home.

“See, this is what I have been trying to avoid,” Theo admonished you softly as he rigorously dried your hair with a towel. You sneezed again, prompting him to halt his current task in favor of pouring you another glass of water. “Drink.”

That would be your fourth glass of water in less than an hour, but you had no choice but to reluctantly obey him, even though you’re starting to feel overhydrated.

“It was worth it,” was your remark after finishing the glass of water, “I’ll definitely do it again.”

Theo snickered as he resumed drying your hair. “Are you begging to be punished, hondje?”

“Take a guess…” Your response came out in a soft murmur. Mild pleasure coursed through you, half of it due to the pleasant feeling of your lover drying your hair, and half in anticipation of his response over your provocation.

“I’m taking that as a yes then.” Turning you around, Theo sat you on his lap, commencing his assault on the tender skin just beneath your shoulders, leaving a trail of love bites in the wake of his punishment for you.

At the end of the day, Theo had more or less guaranteed that you’ll be getting plenty of rest by making sure you won’t be nonchalantly walking around anytime soon.

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Hellooo, may I request F12 for Comte, please? Or if that's already been requested, A14 with Arthur? Thank you!!!

I did F12, for Comte.

Prompt:  “When I picture myself happy… it’s with you.” (Fluff, 12)

Word Count: 602

Prior to the incident that lead you the mansion, you never believed in anything that falls under the realm of supernatural– time travel and the existence of vampires included. That’s why, if anyone were to ask you what is that one occasion in your life where you managed to surprise even yourself– it had to be the fact that you managed to stay put even after finding out that each of one of the residents– excluding Sebastian, are all vampires. Running away would’ve been a perfectly natural reaction and nobody would probably take it against you, but then one person came to your mind. Perhaps it is out of your consideration as to how this person would feel if you ran away just like that, that you were able to suppress your urge to escape.

You still barely know anything about Comte back then, but even then, deep inside you– there’s a little voice telling you that you can trust him with your life. So in a world filled with uncertainty for an unintentional time traveler such as yourself, you swallowed all doubts and decided to trust the mysterious being that had owned up your arrival in that time.

When all was said and done and you decided to accept Comte’s offer to stay in the mansion, you found yourself frequenting his room. At first, it was all simply to check on the progression of the sand inside that particular hourglass that dictates when would the door to your time become usable again. However, as the days went by, you found yourself looking forward to visit his room not to check on the hourglass– but rather to engage in a conversation with Comte himself.

It all started out rather simply; you would come to his room, more often than not he would be there, and after seeing your lonesome expression as you watched the hourglass, Comte would strike up a conversation with you. Frequently he would initiate by asking you about your day, after which he would offer you some comforting words. After a while, you got used to it and began asking questions about a variety of topics, and his centuries worth of wisdom did not fail to impress you.

Naturally, Comte did not miss the way how you began neglecting the hourglass, how upon entering his room you barely spared it any glance in favor of heading straight next to him. You didn’t realize it yourself– until he pointed out that the door will be opening in a week.

“You don’t look so happy about it, ma chérie.” Comte pointed out after seeing your expression drop at the mention of it.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Comte confirmed, “…is there any reason why you suddenly lost interest in going back to your own time?”

After giving it some thought and being a naturally honest person, you spoke up without thinking.

“I’m not sure… all I know is that I’ve grown to enjoy your company, and being next to you makes me really happy.” You said all that with a sincere smile in your face, and you only seem to realize the implications of your words after they’ve come out of your lips. Flustered, you made a futile attempt to take back your words.

“B-but of c-course…! I d-don’t mean it l-like… oh!” Your felt like your ability to form words had evaporated the moment Comte landed a kiss at the back of your hand.

“You don’t need to hide it, ma chérie,” with a voice as tender as his smile, he added, “…because I too, when I picture myself happy… it’s with you.”

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F15 for Napoleon, please? ♡ Hope you have fun writing these!

Heya Jane! Thanks for your request, and yes I had fun writing this, hope you like it too~

Prompt: “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.” (Fluff, #15)

Word Count: 685

Tagging: @21taes, @maanawa

Most of the mansion’s residents, save perhaps for a certain butler, find the idea of being affectionately assaulted by a sleepkisser first thing in the morning rather unsettling. A few months back, the residents would carry out the duty in rotation, and no matter what precaution they took to guard against it on the succeeding instances, Napoleon’s lips seem to have an infallible and inescapable built-in homing mechanism, never once having failed in finding their target and delivering that kiss. This is part of the reason why everyone is grateful to have you around; they no longer have to wake up Napoleon, now that he has a lover who’s more than willing to be showered with those sleepy, morning kisses.

Out of your courteous habits, you softly knocked on Napoleon’s door before inviting yourself in. Even with the sun’s soft rays filtering through his curtains, your sleeping beauty remained serene in his slumber. You curled up next to him, knowing full well by now that initial attempts to wake him up are almost always futile… unless you’re in the mood to go down on him.

Immediately recognizing your presence, his arms automatically found their way to engulf you. Pressed against his chest, you could hear the soft rhythm of his barely audible snores. Raising a hand to cup his cheeks, you gave it a light squeeze before calling out to him.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” Almost as soon as the words left your lips, you were assaulted by a flurry of tender kisses as Napoleon murmured his usual response into the display of affection.

“Mmm… ten more minutes…” Or in sleepyhead language, a full hour or more. That’s exactly why you make an effort to wake up earlier than you were used to; you’ll be getting at least an hour more of sleep in Napoleon’s arms anyway. Nestling closer, you basked in your beloved’s warmth as it completely enshrouded you.

Surprisingly, by the time you had woken up again, Napoleon was already up. The amused smile on his face implies that he had been watching you in your sleep for quite some time now– something that he really doesn’t get to do so often. Stealing a quick glance on the vintage clock on his nightstand, you realize that you’re the one who ended up oversleeping this time, and it’s way past breakfast time. You were about to greet him ‘good morning’ when the growling of your stomach beat you to it, earning you a hearty chuckle from your lover.

“Wow, you’ve got some nerve to laugh. Why do you think I haven’t had breakfast yet?” You quipped in embarrassment, then you remembered Napoleon skipped dinner last night. “Besides, aren’t you hungry yourself?”

Mischief took over Napoleon’s expression. Raising your wrist up to his lips, he gave it a few, small kisses, before grazing his fangs over the pulse. “Yes, and I would’ve had breakfast already, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”

You rolled your eyes in response. “Oh please, Napoleon. I don’t taste good when I’m hungry.”

“We can never be so sure about that, nunuche.” Napoleon looked like he would be sinking his fangs into your wrist anytime now. You snarled in protest.

“Ugh, are you for real–” Then the sound of your lover laughing like a drain filled the room, and that’s when you knew that he had been egging you on just to see your expression. You let go of his arms and made a futile attempt to flee and walk out on him.

“I’m sorry nunuche. I couldn’t help it, you’re just too cute.” Pinning you down on the mattress before you could get away, Napoleon tried coaxing you with that handsome smile of his.

“You can be insufferable sometimes, you know?”

Napoleon kissed your forehead in response. “Yeah, so why don’t you let me take care of breakfast today? So this insufferable lover of yours can properly apologize to his dear nunuche.”

Your eyes gleamed at his suggestion. It’s ben a while since you’ve had some of his cooking. “Fine. You’re forgiven.”

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If there's a slot available, can I get a F13 For Ikevamp Theo in 2nd person? Thank you so much.

Hey there, you may consider this fic as a sequel of this preceding request.

Prompt:  “Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?” (Fluff, #13)

Word Count: 680

It had been a few days since you and Theo came home completely drenched from the rain. You’re still running a mild fever, and while Theo had explicitly instructed you not to leave your room until you’ve completely recuperated, you’re feeling rather lonely that night. Fluffing yourself up with your blanket, you left your room and headed to Theo’s room.

“Theo?” You knocked softly on his door. No response. “I’m coming in.” You invited yourself in, only to find his bed empty. Knowing your lover, there’s only one other place you could think of where he could possibly be in this ungodly hour of the night. Ignoring the dull ache between your thighs, you headed downstairs, tugging the blanket closer to you so as to avoid tripping on its edge.

With muted steps, you approached the kitchen, peering inside so covertly one could’ve heard a pin drop. It was getting harder to maintain that silence with each passing second though… not when Theo is practically chugging down the bottle of syrup, an almost childlike-joy evident in his expression as he did so. While you did a rather impressive job of holding in your laughter, there’s nothing quite the same as the feeling of being watched, and Theo had spotted you before you could even duck to hide.

“Being a bad girl again, hondje? I don’t think you’re well enough to be walking around.” Even so, he beckoned you to come closer, and as soon as you were within his reach, he hoisted you up on the counter. “Didn’t know hondjes liked pretending to be a ghost,” he remarked with a small chuckle, probably referring to your current appearance, all bundled up in your blanket.

“I also didn’t know that pancake syrup is now a beverage,” came your quick retort, “…also, between the two of us, I think you’re the one being a bad boy.” You spared the now half-empty bottle of syrup a meaningful glance.

“Heh, what are you gonna do, knabbeltje? Snitch on me?” Despite exuding his signature smugness, Theo wasn’t about to openly chug down on that bottle of syrup. Fumbling around the drawers, he obtained a spoon, where he proceeded to pour a generous amount of the syrup.

Not having had anything sweet on your meals lately, you came up with an idea. “Not if you share some of that with me.”

Theo’s response had been immediate. “No. You’ll get a sore throat.” He took the spoon into his mouth and ingested the syrup. Your expression dropped in response.

“Please?” You batted your eyes on him.

“No.” It wasn’t as firm as the first rejection.

You tried again, this time puffing your cheeks out and pulling the blankets closer to you for extra effect. “Pretty please, with cherries on top?”

“…”

“Theooo~?” You called out in a cutesy voice.

Theo dropped his head in defeat. “No, no. Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You’re not supposed to say ‘no’ anyway,” you whispered softly as you delivered the finishing blow with a slight tilt of your head– just enough to expose that delicious mark he would always leave on his favorite spot on your neck. A groan broke through his throat.

Pouring another spoonful of the syrup, you opened your mouth quite expectantly as Theo gestured to feed it to you, only for him to pull it back and consume it himself, before delivering it to you with a kiss. He wasted no time prying your lips open with his tongue, and upon entry, slathered the small cavern of your mouth with unparalleled sweetness. Giving, but unforgiving.

“There,” both of you were gasping for breath by the time Theo had pulled back, “…are you satisfied now?”

You nodded weakly, your consciousness still high on that mind numbing kiss, when Theo began peeling the blankets off of you, spreading your legs and kneeling down until his head is at level with your thighs. The dangerous twinkle in his eyes sent shivers running down your spine.

“Now, for my compensation.”

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