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satorugu · 5 months

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In Every Era Part 2 (Sukuna x f!reader)

She is the reincarnation of his love, and he plans to be with her in every era.

PART 1 HERE

Warnings: Blood, violence, fighting, angst, lots of fluff

Note: The readers technique relates to ice and being able to lower the temperatures around her enough to create it. If the text is italicized it is one of the dreams she had. All take place during the Heian era, both Heian era and the version of Sukuna in Itadori's body is included. Takes place during the Shibuya Incident, and quotes the episode's sub at times.

The dreams hadn't stopped.

First, it was that night, the night she fell asleep in his arms.

Then she had another one following it.

Then a third.

It was always a memory from her point of view, so vivid she felt she could still feel his touch when she woke up. They were small, but they got her through the night, always sleeping straight through it.

That kiss was imbued with cursed energy. She didn't know how, but she knew that had something to do with it.

She couldn't take her mind off of it.

Every single night.

"Curses and mutations are mindless, you don't need to harness much cursed energy to exorcise them, although it is made out to be that way," Sukuna said. "If you make a hit on them before they can attack you, you have a better chance at survival."

She was sitting on his lap, up upon his throne. His body heat radiated onto her shoulders, his strong abdomen pressed against her back.

"Is there a reason you're sharing this with me?" (Y/N) asked curiously.

"So you will utilize this information when the time may come my dear," he told her. "Aim for the head."

"I don't think it will ever come," she laughed.

"You are correct to assume that," Sukuna said, putting a hand on her waist and pulling her closer to him. "I won't allow for anyone to harm you."

This was a trick.

The King of Curses wouldn't and couldn't possess emotions like these. He murdered hundreds of thousands, known to be the most powerful sorcerer in history. He needed something from her, to get her to trust him so he could use her and kill her afterward.

These memories were false, she was sure of it.

So she began avoiding Itadori, training after hours and for longer durations to be able to both strengthen herself and not be confronted by the eyes below his. In the end she would return to her dorm exhausted, forgetting that when she fell asleep she would be greeted by what she fled most.

Then a week had turned into a month.

"Master Sukuna had a gift delivered to your dressing room," the maid said almost timidly to (Y/N), as she bowed her head.

She made an emphasis on the fact it was in her dressing room rather than her bedroom. Being that her quarters were Sukuna's, the only part of the palace that was officially hers was her dressing room, which translated to a massive closet. It was filled to the brim with the nicest jewelry available in the lands, along with dresses he had especially picked out for her. It was also a known fact that the garden belonged to (Y/N), although it wasn't claimed by her. She fell in love with the area, so he made it off limits to others.

Unfortunately for her, he was away, handling a nearby village.

Two more servants gathered at the large double doors that led to the dressing room, opening them for her.

Inside was a large bouquet of flowers, white at the tips that slowly faded into a reddish-purple. It was as if they were glowing, vibrant and perky underneath the lighting. The vase was a piece within itself, like clear vines that curled around the stems of the flowers and bunched them all together.

Next to it sat a scroll, bound together by a cursed energy imbued seal. She was quick to unravel it, reading the hand-written, inked message.

'Although I am far away, I will remind you of my love.'

'These flowers are eternal, they will forever stay by your side, just as I will.'

'Sincerely, Ryo.'

She didn't think much of the dream, assuming it was some way of trying to make her think he actually loved her. Instead, she lingered around the campus after hours, honing a new ability with her ice technique. Once she grew sleepy, she returned to her dorm, entering the dark room to see something glowing on her desk.

It was a vibrant and perky flower, with white at the tips that slowly faded into a reddish-purple. While it didn't sit in a vase, it was unnaturally filled with life, acting as a light in pitch black atmosphere.

She thought she was hallucinating, reaching out a hand to pick it up, hoping it would dissolve as soon as she touched it.

The flower sat in her room for a week after that, as she continued to deny the significance behind it.

(Y/N) thought she could get out of having to see Itadori, but it seemed otherwise when another crisis hit.

A large curtain was cast around Shibuya, along with one at Meiji-Jingumae Station. Reports that mutated humans were attacking civillians inside were quick to spread, and both (Y/N) and Itadori were sent to handle it.

"I'll deal with the mutated ones, you search through the station for anymore hostages," she told him quickly, hoping they wouldn't have to interact much.

As soon as the two had met up inside the city, the eyes underneath his own appeared. They felt familiar now, a burning reminder of the dream she had the previous night.

They were in his bedroom, if it even could be called that.

It was larger than the average, with a desk that sat by an extravagant stained glass window, and a large table towards the center. The bed for the two of them sat against the wall, both of them already out of it, yet choosing to stay in one another's company.

Sukuna stood around the table, eyeing a set of scrolls as his wife sat at his desk. The chair was far too big for someone of her size, which he grew to love.

“I want to perform a binding vow between you and I,” he started.

“A binding vow?” (Y/N) asked, having yet to take her eyes off what she was reading.

“A pact bound through Jujutsu, except this one has specific terms accounted with it.”

As the words left his mouth he slipped his hand around her jaw, taking her by surprised as she looked up at him.

"I want to be with you in every era, as you pass, and once you are reincarnated. We will be bound together, it will be destined for you to wed me."

"And it's consequences?" she wondered.

"There are none, this vow is unable to be broken, it will see through that we are meant to be," Sukuna said. "And that you will remain mine."

She wasn't that knowledgeable on binding vows like the one he described, except for the fact it was supposed to leave a mark on your wrist. (Y/N) didn't have one though, so she assumed it was false.

A mutated curse barreled towards her, shards if ice being driven through it's skull as her pink haired friend ran down the hall. She flipped over it's corpse as it fell to the ground, attacking the others before they could make a move on her, and aiming for their heads.

The efficiency behind it was impressive, as she scolded herself internally for doing as the King of Curses had once advised.

And yet she continued for what felt like an hour, going through the motions up until the lights flickered off and she could hear fighting in the lower levels of the station.

Something was off.

(Y/N) jumped down the set of escalators and began running through the station that was almost unrecognizable. She could tell Itadori had fought here, as the remains of his strength imprinted different surfaces.

She was following her gut at that moment, turning down a set of halls until she saw a light bloom at the end of one. She could feel the heat as she got closer, as it formed an orange and yellow blur.

Screams came after the flames.

Two girls who had somehow survived being burnt alive, each coughing and holding onto one another.

As she turned the corner she saw him, Itadori, laying against the wall unconscious. He was littered in cuts, specifically his shoulder which was bleeding out. A special grade curse, Jogo, stood over him, a finger in his hand as he slipped it down the pink haired boy's throat and tilted his head back. She recognized him from the time he fought Gojo, as her eyes lingered over Itadori's figure.

(Y/N) could see the markings on his face.

She thought she might throw up.

"Don't waste my time," the special grade squinted is eyes at the three of them.

He went to lift up his arm and attack, only for it to begin bleeding out in front of him.

"I'll give you one second."

It felt like everything had frozen in place.

Silence in the dark hallway.

"Move."

The special grade fearfully jumped back, now a line of four.

(Y/N) felt her hands tremble, as sweat formed across her forehead and her heartbeat picked up in her ears. They were all that way, as the figure slowly stood up and brushed himself off.

Strength of a different kind than Satoru Gojo.

Overwhelmingly evil.

Fear that even the slightest move could lead to death.

He began to come towards them, as the wounds across his body healed themselves.

As his footsteps grew louder, she felt as if she might pass out.

Then they stopped, and he brushed his hair back in orderly fashion.

"You hold your heads quite high."

That voice.

It felt like there were invisible hands that wrapped around her back, guiding her down to a bowing position without control over her own body. She ended up in the same formation as the other two girls, as a wave brushed over top of the four that would have killed them.

"Did you believe taking one knee was enough?" Sukuna questioned.

The top of Jogo's head was cut off, considering he only kneeled. It was similar to a volcano, purple blood spewing out the top as he bled out.

"The greatest men bow the lowest, or so it goes. I see you value your heads quite lightly."

She could feel him looking down at her, as she stared at the cold floor and begged that whatever this was wasn't real.

She was terrified.

"You brats, I'll start with you," he said. "You wished to speak to me, yes?"

The girl nodded, tears staining the concrete surface below her.

"I'll grant you a fingers worth of audience. Now speak."

"Below us there's a man in monk's robes with a suture across his forehead," the dirty blonde began to say. "Please kill him, please free Geto-sama."

(Y/N) recognized that name, although she thought the man who had it was dead.

"We know the location of one more finger," the girl added. "If you'll kill that man for us, we'll tell you where it is."

"Raise your heads."

(Y/N) still kept hers down, although she could see the two girls raise theirs through her peripheral. It was a moment of relief, as he seemed to have agreed to their terms.

Red.

The head of the brown haired one next to her burst into nothingness, blood coating the other girls face as her corpse fell backward.

(Y/N) felt it splatter onto her uniform, shock pulsating through her veins as terror overrided her senses.

"MIMIKO!" the blonde screamed, shaking the lifeless body next to her.

"Did you think a measly one or two fingers would grant you the right to order me around?" Sukuna asked with amusement in his voice.

It seemed the girl couldn't care less, continuing to scream out her friends name.

"How offensive."

"SUKUNA!" she cried out in anger, slipping out her phone. "DIE!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, it sounded like a blade had cut through something. Similar to the one she heard months ago, when he had saved her.

Then, it sounded like several cuts going at someone at once.

One corpse turned into two, except the blonde had no remains. He killed the both of them without lifting a finger, a copious amount of blood being the only proof.

"You all are desperate," Sukuna turned to Jogo almost knowingly.

(Y/N) felt the invisible hands that once held onto her gently guide her to sit up again, looking at the King of Curses.

"This is the reward for the cursed fingers, come at her," he said, making eye contact with her. "If you manage to land even a single blow on her, I'll work under you all."

"What?" (Y/N) said under her breath, she felt like she couldn't breath.

Jogo slowly looked at her, as if he was making up his mind.

There was no way he was considering this.

"You're true to your word, yes?" he asked Sukuna.

No.

(Y/N) stepped back, like her legs were going to come out from under her at any second.

This was suicide, she couldn't fight him.

"Yes."

Jogos demeaner changed, as Sukuna's hands remained on his pockets and the curse went to face her. He held out his hand, a ball of fire forming within it, as (Y/N) tried to conjure ice in her own.

Again she was airborne.

Too quick for her to react as it all happened at once.

A familiar pair of arms held her bridal style, as she felt herself rest on his chest. It was cold, the fall wind curling around the two as they had fled the building.

He casually dodged them vast amount of fire-charged bullets being sent at him, as he looked down at her.

"Your avoidance has been quite amusing, I see you don't understand yet," Sukuna said, his tone changing into a softer one.

"What have you been doing to me?" she spoke boldly, like a wife would to her husband.

It made him smile, as he leaned on the edge of a building that Jogo shot more bullets at. Soon enough they were inside of it, Sukuna casually walking through a corridor as fire burned around them.

"That's my thank you for ensuring you sleep well?" he spoke teasingly. "I've been restoring your memories, although I knew you would doubt them to the best of your ability."

"They're not real," she mumbled, forgetting what he was capable of.

"And yet how relaxed you are in my hold says otherwise, little one," he said. "Your body reacts naturally to my touch."

(Y/N) opened her mouth to reply but the words never came out, as he jumped through the window of the building and met Jogo's fist. Sukuna was currently holding her securely with one arm, taking up the curse in hand to hand combat. He was quick, catching every single one of Jogo's attempts before holding onto his hand and slicing through his arms with his cleave technique.

The Special Grade was sent flying back, as he shot another beam of fire energy out of his head and (Y/N) watched it blow a whole through a building.

She had never seen a fight like this before.

Sukuna caught up with Jogo, taking his free hand that wasn't carrying her and wrapping it around his cape, throwing him down towards the streets. Smoke emitted from the area that he hit, as he continued to bounce off of it from the force before Sukuna came at him again. This time, he bashed his head into the ground, taking them below the level of the city floor.

She felt the King of Curses abdomen tighten against her side, as he laughed to himself. (Y/N) wasn't looking at him though, as her eyes were on the curse that hadn't landed even a single speck of dust on her.

His free hand slipped underneath her jaw, turning her head to face him.

"Impressed are we?"

Suddenly everything around the two seemed to burst into flames, as the blue skinned curse screamed out and flooded the street with Lava.

This was hell.

Sukuna didn't even react, as a wave of it blanketed over them, yet never touching their skin. He jumped up onto a building that was soon crumbling underneath the hot liquid as well, continuing to dodge without question.

The entire city was on fire, as hands made out of lava held onto two office buildings and lifted them up out of the ground. They surrounded the both of them, Jogo standing on a rooftop in front.

(Y/N) thought she was dead.

Out of pure instinct she took her arm around Sukuna's neck, burying her head into his chest and squinting her eyes closed.

It was only when she heard the sound of the buildings being bashed together, that she realized what she had done. Instead of feeling the impact of her skull being crushed, she felt a delicate kiss be pressed to the top of her head. A large hand then held her hair in a comforting manner, keeping her against him.

"Do you trust me, little one?" he asked her softly, low enough that Jogo couldn't hear.

"Yes."

(Y/N) felt weightless, like she was on one of those amusement park rides that threw you up into the air. Except for the fact that there was no harness, and nothing holding her anymore. Sukuna had thrown her up so far she felt she might touch the clouds, watching his figure dart towards the curse and throw him into a sky scraper.

She could see Jogo come out the other end of it, soaring through the air as Sukuna stood above him. The King of Curses drove his hand into the Special Grades head, sending the two through a roof of another office structure.

Meanwhile (Y/N) began to descend, screaming out and watching as the windows on each level shattered with each level Sukuna shoved him through. She grew anxious as time passed and nothing happened, until the bottom of the building burst out into flames and traveled upwards. She could make out the smaller details of the city now, as she picked up speed in falling and felt the wind course through her clothes. Her best bet was trying to use her ice to impact the fall, although she became distracted by what happened before her.

The building that Jogo had blown up began to form into a ball of fire, and Sukuna was nowhere to be seen.

Or so she thought.

She was trying to conjure up enough cold air around her to form the ice needed to brace her, but knocked into something else, throwing her off guard.

She wasn't surprised when she felt his heartbeat against her side again, but he moved at unregistrable speeds.

Suddenly they were on the ground, in the middle of the street, underneath the meteor Jogo was creating. All of the people around Sukuna froze in place, fear evident in their eyes.

Everyone knew who he was.

"I hereby forbid every person in a 100-meter radius from moving until I say 'now," he started. "And of course, I'll kill anyone who violates that rule."

The silence was horrifying, no one daring to take a step.

"Not yet," he teased.

(Y/N) could feel his hands underneath her weight doing something, as if he was now controlling the ball of fire above them.

"Still not yet."

The ground began to tremble, as it came closer.

"Now."

The sound was overwhelming, as Sukuna brought himself up above it as it crushed everything beneath. He sat down on the meteor, adjusting (Y/N) so she was sitting in his lap, his hands around her waist. Jogo was in front of the two, having yet to turn his back around.

The atmosphere around them was a swirl of orange smoke and broken glass that looked like stars. It floated gently in the air, as more debris from the architecture around them crumbled.

"I've grown tired of this, so I will fight you with your own specialty," he said, allowing for (Y/N) to get up as he stood and faced the Special Grade.

She stepped back, quick to cool the temperatures underneath her feet so she wouldn't burn.

Fire began to emit from his fist, beginning to curl around his figure.

"Arm yourself."

Jogo formed a small sphere of fire in his hand, as Sukuna stretched his own out to form an arrow.

The Special Grade burnt to ashes within a moments notice, while the King of Curses turned around to face the woman behind him.

"Your denial is in vain," he said. "There is nothing I am not capable of, and your death would have already occurred if i wished for it. In your moments of fear you trusted me by instinct, the vow formed between us guiding you to me."

"I don't understand."

"Because you don't want to," he corrected, coming closer to her. "Allow me to show you."

The king lifted her jaw up, taking his hand around the side of her face and kissing her lips.

It felt unworldly, as she slowly returned it and could feel him smiling. Her wrist suddenly tingled, making her to break away to see what caused the sensation.

It was a mark on her wrist, the same one that was on Sukuna's forehead.

"I will love you in every era," he said, taking a step back.

The markings on his face faded, his hair returning to hanging down.

"What happened?" Itadori asked.

She looked into the eyes underneath the original pair, not knowing what to say.

But she understood now.

A/N: I have a part 3 in mind. If you're interested let me know!

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tacticaldiary · 5 days

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Roses and Purple Scarves

PAIRING: Spencer Reid x Reader

SYNOPSIS: He catches her eyes in the window's reflection, and there's a small part of him that's waiting to catch the frown on her face, or see her nodding along while looking down at her phone pretending to listen.

His heart skips a beat when he finds her looking directly at him with a smile, eyes so soft and interested it makes something warm settle in the pit of his stomach.

NOTE: I am NOT taking requests at the moment.

"Spencer I don't need more flowers," She laughs, trying to yank at his arm to get him moving. It's to no avail by the way he stays rooted to the spot in front of the display window. "I still have the last bouquet in a vase at home."

"I know." He says it so matter of factly, it makes her raise her brows and stop tugging.

"What do you mean 'you know?'" She relents, joining him to look into the store's window.

"I keep a flower from all your bouquets for myself. That way I know when they wilt so I can get you new ones." She's stunned at the answer, the gesture is so thoughtful and...and nice. It's so Spencer, and by the half smile on his face he's trying to hide, he knows it too.

"You're too good to me." She says after a beat, meeting his eyes in the window's reflection, "I don't need a dozen roses to know you love me, for the record...but they are appreciated."

"Flower language." Spencer hums, peering through the glass at the colorful array of petals. "It's fascinating actually, people tend to associate the origin of floriography to be from the old victorian era, but traces of meaning can be tracked all the way back to Persia and the Middle East much before that." He catches her eyes in the window's reflection, and there's a small part of him that's waiting to catch the frown on her face, or see her nodding along while looking down at her phone pretending to listen.

His heart skips a beat when he finds her looking directly at him with a smile, eyes so soft and interested it makes something warm settle in the pit of his stomach. Spencer blinks, turns to face her for real. "I read a book about it a while ago," He shrugs, offering her a smile.

"I'd love to borrow it sometime." She responds, looping their arms together. It's a chilly day, snowflakes peppering down casing the cobblestone street below in specks of icy white.

"Really?" Spencer raises an eyebrow.

"You know I love flowers." She confirms as they continue down the little street. "I've always wanted to have a garden of my own, but the balcony of my apartment isn't big enough."

Spencer listens attentively, keeping her close to his side. It's instinct, the way his gloved hand rests against her waist as they walk, the gentle push and pull of weaving through among other people going this way and that. The contact makes her feel warm and wanted, a small gesture that encompasses all of what Spencer is.

Meaningful. If she could describe Dr Spencer Reid with one word, it would be meaningful. Everything he does is purposeful and attentive.

Remembering how she takes her coffee in the mornings without her ever mentioning it. Watching her frown at the days crossword because he knows that if she wants his help she'll ask for it (even if Spencer can't help but cringe at her sighing dramatically loud at a puzzle he'd solved in his head 25 minutes ago). It was the little things, woven with meaning that made her feel seen.

Made her feel understood.

Reaching down between them, she grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers, squeezing gently.

"You could always look into aeroponics." Spencer smiles as they come to a stop in front of a crosswalk. He pushes the button with his elbow and the both of them are left to wait for the indication to cross.

"The exposed roots freak me out." Remembering the pictures she's seen sends a shudder down her spine. "I mean, it doesn't look natural does it? Plants were meant to come from the earth, watching them dangling in the air just feels wrong," When she glances up to gauge his agreement, the rest of the words die on her tongue.

Spencer stares at her with a soft smile and enamoured eyes. If you asked him, he wouldn't be able to repeat half of what she'd just said despite his impressive memory.

It's frightening, how often he gets lost in her. In the way she furrows her brow, the manner in which she moves and the cadence of her voice that make him lean in closer to hang on to every small inflection like a siren's melody.

"What?" She asks, brow furrowed. "Have I got something-" He leans down and steals the words from her before she can finish, kissing her soft but firm, hands tangling in the hair at the back of her head. He can't help it, especially when he sees the little parts of himself that she's adopted, mirrored from how much time they spend together. Time and time again she's assured him that she thinks his monologues and rambling are endearing, pulled him out of his head with sweet words and lips when he gets too wrapped up in himself.

He's starting to understand. Watching her talk about roots and plants...God, she could talk about paint drying and he'd listen and commit each word to memory.

Kissing Spencer isn't fireworks.

It's a symphony.

From start to finish, he puts his heart into every movement, feeling bleeding into every quirk of his hands, every tilt of his head.

She mumbles his name against his lips and he barely stops himself from chasing her when she pulls back with a hand on his chest. Taking a minute to catch her breath, she graces him with a radiant smile that knocks his away. "I didn't know you loved plants that much."

"I love you." He knocks their foreheads together.

The indicator flashes green across the street, prompting them to cross, but the two stay where they are letting the atmosphere sink in. Spencer smiles softly, moving to brush off the snowflakes on the shoulders of her coat.

"You're cold." He observes when his hand brush against her neck.

"It is snowing." She smiles. Spencer huffs, unwinding his scarf from around himself. Ignoring her protests, he wraps it around her snugly.

The purple is a horrific clash to her outfit, but it's warm, and it smells like him, the calming scent washing over her as she sinks into it and takes a deep breath. "Won't you be cold?"

"I've survived worse." He chuckles when she smacks his shoulder.

"That's not funny!"

"It's a little funny." He argues, smiling against her lips.

The crosswalk flashes red, cars start moving but the world stays still around them.

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sabertoothwalrus · 2 years

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predictions for rest of Owl House season 3

I can't see an ending to this show not somehow creating a permanent bridge between the Human and Demon Realms, but how are they gonna get there? I think the answer is in...

✨The Stars✨

One of the first things that brought this to my attention was in Reaching Out, when Luz & Amity send a flower into the sky, and it's directly paralleled by Camila's flower vase:

Amity: Do you think they'll reach the Human Realm? Luz: Probably doesn't work that way, but... it's a nice thought, right?

Now, in Thanks to Them, we have TWO scenes where Luz literally reaches for the stars (the sun a clear reference to the Collector), MULTIPLE shots of light spells floating upwards (into the sky), Gus and Hunter discussing space travel, and the very last shot of the special itself panning up from the cemetery portal to the night sky.

But, how DO they reach the stars? I highly doubt this show would go towards a literal space travel route. I think, obviously, the Collector is a part of it, but I think it's also a matter of someone getting high enough to reach.

Perhaps maybe.... as tall as a titan?

Clearly, there's a lot of shared history between titans and the Collector. And titans themselves have their own fair share of celestial imagery:

(notice the titan skeleton LITERALLY BEING AS HIGH AS THE PLANETS AND ASTEROIDS)

Perhaps this is why the titans and the Collector have been at odds. Maybe, the titans could use the stars to travel, and for whatever reason, the Collector didn't like that.

And if titans can travel through the stars, it might also solve the mystery of King's mother's whereabouts.

We know the Boiling Isles titan is King's father. And the Boiling Isles is OLD. The Hecktaceous Period is a really vaguely ancient era that doesn't directly parallel one specific era on Earth, so it's hard to put a time frame on it. Either way, all life on the Boiling Isles evolved FROM the Boiling Isles, and did not exist prior.

But..... Bill saw a titan somehow? Bill isn't from the Boiling Isles, and he's old, but it seems unlikely that he's older than literally all life on the Boiling Isles. And King HEARD a titan, who roared, "son". King is about 8 years old, but we don't know how long he was in his egg before he hatched.

It SEEMS implied that "the last titan" the trappers were after was supposed to be King, but that might not necessarily be the case...

Bill: But if you think Belos is evil, you've never seen a live Titan. The children out there haven't either. [The trio looks outside the window, but Hooty notices something to his right and stretches towards that direction. Cut to the King lookalike demons cheering at him as he stands in front of a waterfall.] Bill: Don't know a thing about their ravenous appetites, or their terrible cries! Even their babies act like little monarchs. The last living Titan, I saw it once before it disappeared. Its hateful roar blew out my eardrums. How did it go? "Weh!"

Bill: [Rolls up his sleeve.] You like our disguises? [Takes off his glove to reveal a hand.] You gotta look like a Titan to trap one. [Puts on his glove back.] But if I ever find that missing Titan, I'd hunt it down, tear it limb from limb, and mount its head in pride as we release the Huntsman! Then... we can finally go from being Titan Trappers to Titan Slayers! Say, who's your buddy's tailor? His costume looks so real!

it sounds to me like there's a titan Bill saw that isn't the Boiling Isles or King.

And if you look back at the mural of the trapper fighting a titan, the titan is depicted with a longer face than what the Boiling Isles actually has. Maybe.... *that's* King's mother?

So, where did she go? The stars? But if they connect to the Human Realm, where would she be?

Funnily enough, in Connecticut (you know, the state Luz is from), there's geological structure called The Sleeping Giant.

Just a thought.

#edit: look in the notes to find my reblog with more speculation!!!#the owl house #toh spoilers #toh theory #thanks to them #season 3 #long post #I am FULLY taking advantage of tumblr allowing more than 10 images now #photos

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the-travelling-witch · 1 year

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ Anemo as the 5 Love Languages ﾟ☾. ࿐

summary: everyone gives affection a different way, so how about our favourite anemo users?

pairings: xiao : venti : scara : heizou : kazuha x gn!reader

warnings: minor spoiler for 3.3 archon quest [scara]

a/n: wow this really sat in my drafts since august, so much so that i still had aether in instead scara (so sorry, love)

XIAO

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Gift Giving ࿐ྂ

Xiao is still very new to relationships in general, romantic ones even more so, seeing as he kept others at least an arm length away at all times, so the prospect of openly showing his affection is daunting to him

He knows he’s not the best with words, thinks his statements are too blunt and sharp to deliver these confusing feelings in his chest, and he’s wary of his karmic debt tainting you if he reaches for you

So he settled for something familiar to him; by giving you adeptus charms, not only is he warding off evil spirits, he’s also bestowing a handmade gift upon you, something he’s observed mortals doing throughout the millennia, no matter the era

Before, he merely thought they were doing it to appease their partners, but after the first time he gave you a protective charm, he felt his heart flutter at your genuine gratitude and a warm sensation flooding his chest at the heartfelt smile you gave him

He was absolutely hooked

From then on out, he not only made you little talismans but also beaded accessories and decorative trinkets or brought back things he saw while doing his duty and thought you might like

And do not get him started on the rush of excitement he feels when he sees you tying them to your clothes or bag, proudly showing off his gifts or diligently caring for the flowers sitting pretty in a vase

When he asked you about it and you merely replied “It’s like you’re always with me” as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, Xiao needed some time to get his thoughts and emotions back in order

Maybe showing affection wasn’t so bad after all…

VENTI

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Physical Touch ࿐ྂ

Of course it takes two for this love language to be established but Venti is the one initiating physical contact most of the time

It’s mostly small touches throughout the day, like pushing a strand of hair out of your face or straightening out your clothes when he notices some creases; it’s also very adorable when he latches onto your arm to show you something or swings your intertwined hands around when walking together

Despite being in a relationship already, Venti has made up his mind to try and woo you all over again in your day to day life, so expect the brush of his knuckles on your cheek or a cheeky kiss to the back of your hand

He also loves it when you sit next to him or in his lap (or he in yours) while he sings and plays the lyre; if someone makes the trip out to Windrise on a sunny day, there’s a high likelihood they’ll hear a soft melody accompanied by joyous giggles

All that being sad, Venti also uses physical affection to be a brat (<3)

From clinging to you, so you wouldn’t be able to get up to draping himself over you from behind while you’re working, it’s all a ploy to monopolise your attention but he’ll stop if it’s genuinely bothering you

Playfulness aside, there’s one element of physical touch that only comes to show when it’s solely the two of you, often late at night when the world has gone quiet and ugly memories are rearing their head

Whether it’s him holding you or you holding him, the weight of your body against his, hands trailing each others’ skin and warmth being shared, it helps ground him in the present and serves as a welcome reminder that you’re still here next to him, safe and sound

SCARAMOUCHE

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Acts of Service ࿐ྂ

If directly confronted with the topic, Scara would merely scoff at the notion of being in love or being „soft“ for you but as always, his actions speak louder than words

He subconsciously looks out for you without giving the matter too much thought, making sure you’re okay and taken care of almost like it’s second nature to him

Ever since the Irminsul incident, he’s become more aware of his relationships and his treatment of the people around him and while he’s still far from being soft-spoken and lovey-dovey, he’s trying to come to terms with his feelings for you and also acting on them

Scara wouldn’t ever tell you but he’s truly scared his words would come out wrong if he tried to tell you verbally or he‘d somehow hurt you when initiating physical contact (although he’s so careful with you ), so he finds it safer to do small tasks for you, trying to make your life a little more comfortable

It started out as him just wanting to make sure you‘d consider him useful to you, so you wouldn’t abandon him, but with a lot of reassurance from your side he grew more secure in your relationship and found genuine joy in doing little things for you and gladly baskes in your gratefulness (even if he gets a little too smug about it, just bear with it)

HEIZOU

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Quality Time ࿐ྂ

Lives can be stressful and hectic, keeping two people from seeing each other as often as they’d like; that’s why for Heizou every second he can spend with you is to be cherished

More often than he’d like, his job has him investigating far away from home for an indefinite amount of time and all he wants to do when he comes back is indulge in your presence until he’s satisfied

One of his favourite activities has to be solving puzzles with you; whether it’s jigsaw or some kind of logic puzzle, he’s genuinely enjoying seeing your thought process just as much as having you next to him

Likewise, just doing your own respective thing while existing in the same space is a very welcome form of calming down and unwinding; there’s something rather domestic about it and it’s making him all giddy (he is a romantic at heart)

He’s also found that whenever he's stuck on a case, talking things through with you helps tremendously; you don’t necessarily need to provide any professional input or expertise but just listening to him while he goes through all the available clues out loud provides him with a new angle on the situation; obviously, he will patiently sit and listen whenever you need to vent or clear your head as well

KAZUHA

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words of Affirmation ࿐ྂ

Is it a surprise that Kazuha’s giving love language is words of affirmation?

With his natural aptitude and interest in poetry of all sorts, he supposes it only makes sense he would love to show his affection for you in the most expressive way he can

One thing about Kazuha, every word he speaks, he also means; so while he showers you in praise and reassurance, it’s always genuine and you can hear it in the sincerity of his voice and see it in the certainness of his pen strokes

Subconsciously or not, even when he’s not trying to write about you, he’ll often find a familiarity in his works as he examines them afterwards, smiling fondly at the notion of you inspiring him without even trying; a muse he couldn’t forget even if he wanted to

So while you’ve come to expect his smooth compliments, you never know what form they might take; one day he is reciting his newest haiku to you, the next you find a half finished sonnet on the margin of a random piece of paper or you wake up to a carefully worded letter on your bedside table

Although, one thing that never changes, is the way he whispers sleepy confessions and sweet nothings into your ear while you’re both snuggled up in bed at night, the sound of his calm voice lulling you into a peaceful slumber (and don’t think you’re leaving his side without equally affectionate words in the morning)

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myoddessy · 1 year

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out with the old, in with the new | w2s/harry lewis

summary —new accounts, new lifestyle, new clubs every night. an insight into just what—and who—youtube's non-youtuber it girl got up to during her split from harry

*once again following the lead of @whoetoshaw and her bog universe's iconic breakup era ALSO, one of the twitter threads is rlly grainy and I'm sorry abt that, i couldn't properly fix it so you have to just zoom in on it 😭

2023, January

2018, July.

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2019, January

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yourusername we're able to have semi-classy girls trips, who knew?

tagged: zoeleonards

chloemitchells gutted I couldn't make it, I miss u two beautiful girls 😭❤️

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yourusername babe trust my life doesn't look like this day to day, I only show the fun bits. rn it's 4am and I've got four day old greasy hair, dried mascara under my eyes (I watched UP without taking off my makeup first), and I'm eating cereal and drinking flat coke zero. I am not the standard you should aim for 😭😭

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boo-luvs-u · 8 months

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c!Tommy agere headcanons bc I said so!!!

cw // exile, little bit of angst

-> He started involuntary regressing during (ish) pogtopia era, though it started becoming more frequent during exile

-> During exile, he tried his best to control when he would do it, keeping it a secret from cDream as long as possible

-> When cDream eventually did a surprise visit and found out about his regression, he wasn't very pleased and ended up blowing up everything that was attached to cTommy's regression

-> He hadn't let himself regress until he was finally safe and made sure that cDream was locked up.

-> After this he started regressing on his own, never telling anyone else again out of fear

-> After he was killed and brought back, his mental health plummeted. He would have frequent panic attacks or flinch at any loud noises

-> One time when he was sleeping over with cTubbo & cRanboo, he ended up regressing and feeling very very little

-> cRanboo found him in his bed, quietly babbling to himself. They ended up connecting the dots and cRanboo ended up reading him a bedtime story so he could fall asleep

-> The next day they bring it up and cTommy gets really embarrassed until the other tells him that they want to help

-> With a bit (a lot) of encouragement, cTommy finally tells cTubbo about his regression too and both cTubbo and cRanboo quickly become his caregivers!

Now for some more random headcanons!!

-> His little age is 0-7, but he ends up usually on the smaller side

-> cTommy has chronic nightmares that often cause him to regress, so on most nights you'll find him in cBeeduo's bed

-> Michael LOVES having another kid to play with! They have a blast colouring together <3

-> He tends to go non verbal a lot when little, so cRanboo made him some communication cards!

-> He literally steals allll the sweaters, specifically cRanboo's since they're so tall and they make him feel small

-> Whenever he gets panic attacks when he's little, either of his caregivers sing him lullabies and run their hands through his hair

-> Being sick = tiny cTommy

-> cTubbo and cRanboo spoilll him sm, when they find out he has no little gear they practically get everything for him; A red pacifier, Dozens of plushies, Teethers, Stim toys, Everything!! Most of his toys are shared with Michael tho :)

-> Doesn't regress with anyone else out of fear :(

-> Whenever he's little and cBeeduo have to go out, he holds their hands and swings them

-> He gets coddled a lot when he has pain flair-ups, and even gets bubble baths ^^

-> Absolutely LOVES going flower picking with his caregivers + Michael!! cBeeduo keeps vases and hang the dried ones around their house :))

thats all! Tysm for reading :D!!

#ctommy #dsmp tommy #dsmp #dsmp agere #agere #age regression #sfw agere blog #little space #sfw age regression #age regressor #agere little #sfw little #agere sfw #sfw littlespace #also i ignore cannon ending.#they are happy in their little house tyvm #boos little art

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maraudersmyloves · 27 days

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•̩̩*˚James Potter's birthday party ── 750 Follower event

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YOU'VE BEEN OFFERED A BOUQUET!!!

as thanks for getting me to almost 750 Followers, you have been offered a bouquet of flowers!! All you need to do is select a type of flower, the main color, a filler flower and a type of greenery!! Requests end on the seventh of April and first requests will be written first please read everything before requesting!!!

── request rules, masterlist

type of flower/ character

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌹・꒱ THORNLESS ROSES ; James Potter (the birthday boy) Their usage began not just as a decorative touch to one’s home, but they were also used for medicinal purposes and to make perfumes, and their petals were even used as confetti for festive occasions such as James' birthday.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌻・꒱ SUNFLOWER ; Remus Lupin They generally symbolize adoration, loyalty, and longevity in the language of flowers. Native Americans view sunflowers as a symbol of harvest and bounty since the flower provides seeds and pigments, in addition to being visually beautiful.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🏵️・꒱ HYDRANGEA ; Sirius Black You know summer is here when big, showy hydrangea bushes begin gracing gardens across the country. Some hydrangea flowers can turn a pretty pink or blue depending on the acidity or alkalinity of the soil, while others will remain white.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌼・꒱ DAISY ; Peter Pettigrew Daisies are a very popular flower that can be found on every continent other than Antarctica. They belong to one of the largest known plant families and symbolize innocence, a connotation that comes from the Victorian era.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌷・꒱ TULIP ; Luke Castellan There are over 150 species and 3,000 varieties of tulips, which are part of the lily family. At one point, tulips were more valuable than gold in Holland during a period called “Tulip Mania,” and their popularity has only spread with time.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌸・꒱ DAHLIA ; Mattheo Riddle These attractive blooms come in a wide range of colors and can be easily incorporated into any existing or new garden. They also flower extremely long, first blooming midsummer and lasting through the first frost.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌸・꒱ BEGONIA ; Lorenzo Berkshire With over 1,800 species native to tropical and subtropical regions around the world, begonias are one of the easiest-to-grow and best-loved plants we have in our gardens and homes.

type of greenery/ prompt

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱LEATHER FERN ; "Can you hug me?" The way the stem branches out creates a triangular shape and is great for adding body to floral decor. It can stand alone in a vase as a centerpiece or add a tropical flair to a floral arrangement.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱MYRTLE ; Looking at each other, knowing it will never be the same Myrtle is one of the most popular types of greenery because of the variety of ways that it can be used. It has long stems that are lined with glossy leaves. The thick foliage that this creates looks best in floral centerpieces.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱DUSTY MILLER ; "Can we have a date night tonight?" Because of its unique frosted foliage, the dusty miller has a wintry vibe. It is often used in winter weddings or in fall tablescapes.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱LEMON LEAF ; "Can you wash my hair for me?" The lemon leaf has round, thick leaves that resemble the shape of lemons. Like the leather fern, it has a long-lasting vase life. Its shiny leaves work well with all flower types and are most fitting in vases as table centerpieces.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱IVY ; Whether it was a mistake or not, he couldn't seem to find the strength to care Ivy is perfect for accessorizing and can be added to anything from floral headdresses to table centerpieces. The leaves cascade down its branches, making it ideal for wrapping around wreaths and adding flow to floral baskets.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱SILVER DOLLAR EUCALYPTUS ; "Can I borrow your hat, please?" The silver dollar eucalyptus has one to two-inch circular leaves that resemble silver dollars. Its thin, bendable branches mirror that of the ivy, making it ideal for decorative wreaths and displays.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱HONEY BRACELET ; "You promised me!!" The honey bracelet has long stems that are decorated with soft, thin leaves. Its thin stem is easily molded into any shape and can be used for just about anything.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱GREVILLEA ; Realizing some things they know about each other haven’t changed and feeling comforted by that The grevillea is a unique type of decorative greenery with red stems that branch out into multiple green leaves. The branches vary in their length causing them to add depth to floral decor.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱TREE FERN ; your own prompt idea The epithet name for the tree fern is virgatus, which means twiggy. Unlike its namesake, the tree fern has thin, wispy branches and leaves that are often used in corsages and boutonnieres.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱OLIVE BRANCH ; song prompt Olive branch greenery adds a sage hue and a wild, windswept look. Incorporate it into your bridal bouquets, boutonnieres, bridesmaid bouquets and centerpieces.

filler flower/ character dynamic

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ STATICE ; golden retriever x black cat The statice flower, also known as the sea lavender, is a beautiful purple flower that grows even smaller blooms than the stock.

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ SNAP DRAGONS ; somehow gets good grades and has no idea the other hates them x studies incredibly hard and hates the other for having it easy The snapdragon is arguably one of the most unique flowers. Its bizarre name represents the face of the flower that opens and closes like the mouth of a dragon.

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ STOCK FLOWERS ; celebrity x secret lover Stock flowers bloom from spring to fall and come in a multitude of colors ranging from soft white to bright purple. They develop small blooms that are perfect for adding a pop of color to any bouquet.

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ POMS ; always gets hurt x personal nurse Poms are identified as spray flowers, which means they have more than one flower head on each stem. This makes them easy to include in any arrangement to enhance the look.

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ DELPHINIUM ; insecure but beautiful x YOU'RE LITERALLY SO GPRGEOUS AND PRETTY!!! Delphinium gets its name from the Greek word “delphis,” which means dolphin. This refers to their beautiful purple and blue hues and closed flower buds that are shaped similar to the nose of a dolphin.

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ GYP ; your own dynamic idea Gyps are also known as baby’s breath and are members of the carnation family. They are cute, tiny flowers that look finest when grouped in bunches.

main color/vibe

๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ YELLOW ; Platonic The color yellow is primarily associated with spreading happiness and joy; however, it is also the ideal color for symbolizing friendship. With their bright hue and cheery personality

๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ PINK ; Fluff Similar to red flowers, pink flowers have also grown to be a symbol of love, though they can also mean happiness, gentleness, and femininity

๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ WHITE ; Angst White is universally recognised to represent mourning as it symbolises peace, purity and love.

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dearsnow · 10 months

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JACAERYS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

- how he is in a relationship (jacaerys velaryon x gn!reader, fluff headcanons)

a/n - i’m back in the hotd scene :) all of my non-spiderverse posts have flopped so i really hope i can come back from that era once i fulfill my requests and ideas 😭

- he’s tried to dip-kiss you before and it ended up with him fumbling his grip and almost dropping you on the ground. luckily, he pulled you up in time and practically smashed his face into yours in the process, making that kiss a clash of bone and teeth. he’s almost too scared to try it again, but he desperately wants to prove that he’s an adequate partner.

- he is so, so gentle with you. he treats you like he would a precious vase, so in love with you that he fears you will shatter if he looks at you the wrong way.

- he shows his love through touch and words. he strokes your hair, holds your face, whispers affections, and makes sure to leave notes and letters when he must be away. there will never be a day where his hands refuse to hold yours, or when his words hold malice.

- he likes to take you to plays and performances. he loves the atmosphere and the joviality and how you look so happy to be experiencing it with him.

- dragon rides are a must with him. even if you’re scared, he’ll reassure you and make sure that it’s completely and entirely safe. he’ll ease you into the idea slowly.

- he is the perfect dance partner. he always knows his cues and never steps on your feet. he might stumble here or there, but he’s a prince- he’s been taught these things since the moment he was old enough to walk. he’s graceful and gentle, holding you to him with feather-light touches.

- he will always protect you. he’s dedicated and determined, and he will stop at nothing to make sure you’re alright. everyone in king’s landing and driftmark know that they shouldn’t mess with you, no matter what.

- think “just the way you are” by bruno mars. that’s exactly how he acts with you.

- with jace comes luke, so be prepared to mess around with him. luke absolutely loves you, and jace loves you even more because of that. luke is like a little brother to you.

- if you like something, maybe a certain type of flower or a specific dish, jace will always give some to you for anniversaries or when you’re down, or even just for the hell of it. he wants to make sure that you’re happy with him, and that is just one way to win your heart- though you know you would love him regardless.

- he will always give you the highest quality garments, jewelry, and pretty much whatever you want. he likes it when you’re dressed up, and likes it even more when you wear something he gave you.

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#solar eclipse.#jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys imagine #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys strong #prince jacaerys #jace velaryon x reader #jace velaryon #jacaerys fluff #hotd #hotd headcanon #hotd x y/n #hotd x reader #hotd x you #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #house of the dragon

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amhrosina · 2 years

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“Why are you so nice to me?” (Frank Castle x Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: oop- i’m in my frank castle era and no one can stop me. this was meant to be 500 words and then i accidentally wrote 3,000. soft!frank is my comfort character and that’s the hill i’m choosing to die on.

Summary: Frank and Reader unexpectedly confront their feelings for one another on a rooftop.

Warnings: mentions of blood/past injuries, soft smutty frank, reader is female presenting w/ long-ish hair

You glared at the bouquet of roses that had mysteriously appeared in your kitchen window, thrusting your purse against the couch with a huff. You had been gone less than five minutes, but you knew that was more than enough time for Frank Castle to send you a message.

You knew it was Frank’s doing. The flower vase had been plucked from the top shelf of your kitchen cabinets, a place that, conveniently, only Frank could reach. His signal was simple, but effective, and the only way he had been communicating with you for the last six months.

Six months. That’s how long it had been since you stumbled across his unconscious body on your rooftop, covered in blood and bruises. When he came to, you were in the middle of stitching up a cut on his arm. He had thrashed around, trying to get away from you in his vulnerable condition, but his head had been thoroughly battered, so you had won that struggle. That was the first and likely the last time you would be able to subdue the Punisher.

When you had finished patching him up, you helped him to his feet and said your goodbyes, convinced that you’d never see him again. Then the flowers started arriving. Every once in a while, a new bouquet would appear in your windowsill, and you’d know that Frank wanted to see you. Sometimes he came to your door and knocked, other times he’d slide through the window from the fire escape. A few times, after especially hard nights, you’ve had to track him to the rooftop, where you’d sit with him for hours, not saying anything to each other.

Frank liked that you didn’t ask too many questions, and at first, that was an easy thing to offer him. You barely knew anything about him, other than the fact that he made sure bad people paid for their wrongdoings. But, as your relationship with Frank had evolved, so had your concern.

It started really subtly. You would see a report on the news about a warehouse explosion and wonder if Frank was involved. That quickly developed into hoping you’d get flowers so that at least you’d know that he was alive after bad shit went down in the city.

Now, you were harboring a big fat crush on the big bad Punisher, and you didn’t know what to do about it. Frank was easily one of the prettiest men you’d ever seen, but his demeanor was what drew you to him. Yes, he was responsible for killing some really bad men. Yes, he was violent and angry at the people who took his family from him. Yes, he was extremely grumpy sometimes and would distance himself from you for a couple of weeks at a time.

But he was also very gentle and caring. You felt it in the light touches he’d press into your back as he walked past you in your tiny kitchen, and in the way he’d consoled you after your favorite stray cat passed away. Even when you had tried to carry too much up the stairs and scraped your knees to high hell, he had gently cleaned the wounds while you tried and failed to hold onto your pride in front of him.

Frank Castle was a deeply misunderstood human being, but you saw him, and he saw you.

You glanced at the clock – 11:48pm – and went to put your shoes back on. If it was this late already, he’d be up on the roof waiting for you. You grabbed your first aid kit, which had been emptied and restocked about a million times since meeting Frank, and the bag of sandwiches you’d ordered at the bodega on the corner, grateful that you’d bought enough for two.

New York City was beautiful during the day, but at night, when the city was lit, and the streets weren’t crowded with cars and people, it was encapsulating. October called for cold nights, so you shivered as you walked through the roof access door. You hadn’t thought to bring a jacket.

Frank was sitting in his usual spot, back against an air vent, legs stretched out in front of him, looking out into the city. The only indication that he knew you were there was a slight head tilt. His face, in all its beauty, was stoic and surprisingly unmarked. Tinges of yellow and green were scattered across his face – old bruises that were almost completely gone. His expression suggested that he was thinking hard about something, which meant he might not even say a word to you tonight, other than a quiet “Goodnight,” when he was leaving.

You gently sat down next to him, handing him a sandwich and tearing into your own.

“Thank you.” It was a hushed whisper, barely audible, but you bumped his shoulder with your own in response. You were both silent as you ate, and you spent a lot of that time scanning his body for injuries. He didn’t seem like he was in pain, and you couldn’t see any wounds, but that didn’t mean he was untouched. Frank was a master at pretending he was okay.

You were startled out of your thoughts as Frank slowly leaned his leg towards yours, brushing up against your own in a warm and comforting manner. Your gaze flicked up to his face, only to flick back down to where your legs were touching.

“Are you okay?” You asked, tilting your chin towards his body. A breeze picked up, and you involuntarily shivered as you turned to look at him.

“Are you cold?” His voice was a smooth, warm injection into your veins, something you felt in the pit of your stomach. He had already begun taking his jacket off, apparently uninterested in your response. He gently wrapped the jacket around your shoulders and untucked your hair for you, taking care to tuck any loose strands behind your ears. You muttered a thanks, before turning away from him so that he couldn’t see the blush creeping up your neck. He had no idea how crazy he made you.

His gravelly voiced echoed across the rooftop as he said your name.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I mean, the sandwiches, the stitches, the late nights. You let me into your home. You could’ve easily left me for dead when you found me the first night, but you didn’t. You could’ve easily forgotten about me. Gone on with your life and pretended you’d never seen me.”

You met his fiery gaze, curious as to where this was coming from. Your arrangement worked because neither of you asked each other tough questions.

“I...I don’t know, Frank. Maybe I’m just a nice person.” You shrugged.

“No. Not this nice. There are plenty of people who would’ve run screaming if the Punisher ended up half-dead on their rooftop. Some might’ve finished the job. Why did you help me? Why do you help me, even now?”

His gaze was determined, and it dawned on you that he might be asking these questions out of insecurity. Did he think you were doing this in exchange for something? You were as honest as you could be without letting your feelings for him loose.

“I don’t have a good reason for why I helped you the first time. I couldn’t just leave you for dead, I guess.” You shrugged again, looking everywhere but his face. “I help you because I think you might be lonely. And I’m lonely too. And because I believe you’re a good person, Frank,” you finished, giving him a pointed look.

He took a slow breath, looking down at his lap. You guessed you were right in your assessment. You gnawed at your bottom lip, hoping you hadn’t crossed a line that would cause him to distance himself from you.

“I’m sorry,” you start, shaking your head, “I shouldn’t have said that about you. I’m-”

“I think you’re probably right,” he interrupted, looking back at your face, “You make me feel...less alone. Which is probably why I keep coming back.” He granted you a small smile, something you’d only seen on a few, rare occasions.

“You make me feel less alone too, Frankie.” You whispered, tucking your knees into your chest and resting your chin on them.

You sat in comfortable silence, looking over his features as he did the same.

“Is that why you came tonight? If you’re not hurt...,” you raised an eyebrow at him, “You’re not hurt, right?”

Frank chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not hurt.”

He paused, looking directly at you. You felt a sturdy warmth in his gaze. His eyes, usually distant and cold, were soft and unwavering as he shifted his body to face yours.

“I think...I mean I’m pretty sure I came because I wanted to see you. Is that such a bad thing?” His question was barely spoken above a whisper. He wore a vulnerable expression, an expression that you’d come to yearn for. Frank Castle was not a vulnerable man, but you’d seen him at his worst, and you’d stayed anyway.

You faced him, crossing your legs so that your knees were touching his. Slowly, you lifted your hand, softly tracing the scars that littered his face. The scars that you’d sewn together time and time again. Across his eyebrow, down his nose, across his lips, and along his jaw line, until you finally rested your palm on his cheek.

“It’s not a bad thing, Frankie.” You murmured.

He leaned into your hold, squeezing his eyes shut. You know it must be hard for him to admit his feelings, however confusing they may be. For the short time that you’ve known him, you could clearly tell that he has an undying loyalty to his late wife and kids.

He leaned in, resting his forehead on yours. His hands came up to cup your neck and jaw. He repeated your name under his breath like a mantra.

“I don’t know if this makes me a bad person, but when I’m with you, it just feels,” he paused, “it just feels right, ya know? I don’t have to hide from you. You see me. You see me, and you don’t run.”

You shook your head. “You’re not a bad person, Frank.”

Slowly, he leaned in further, pressing his lips against yours. It was a soft kiss, but the intent was clear. Tingles ran through your body he kissed you like you were the most important thing in the world. His hands tightened around your head, pulling you towards him.

His tongue ran against your bottom lip, asking for permission. You’d never given permission so quickly before. Your tongue met his in a searing kiss. You’d never been kissed with so much passion. Then again, it seemed Frank functioned on passion, whether it be with anger or otherwise.

You parted from him, catching your breath. His expression immediately turned apologetic, but you shook your head before he could get a word out.

“Let’s go inside.” You gestured to the door.

He followed you down the stairs, fiddling with your fingers as you led him to your apartment.

As soon as Frank closed the door behind him, he was on you, his front to your back. He slowly stripped his jacket off your shoulders, dropping it to the floor beside him. His body was warm, despite the chill in the October air. He tilted your chin towards him, angling your head so that you could look at him.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You can tell me to stop. I won’t be upset.”

“There you go again, trying to give yourself an out.” You smile at him, turning so you could fully face him. “I want this, Frank. I have for a long time. Do you?”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. He backed you into the wall, pressing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. His hands roamed down the sides of your body, from your waist to your hips, cupping your ass as he molded his body to yours. Your body responded, arching towards him. He left a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck, where he focused the attention of his tongue.

You let out a soft moan, running your hands down his torso. You pawed at the bottom of his shirt, slowly lifting it up his body and over his head. You’d seen him shirtless before this, but he was usually bleeding or unconscious, so you stifled another moan.

Your eye caught a new bruise, blooming ugly and purple around his ribs.

“Frank! You said you weren’t hurt!”

“’s nothin, sweetheart. Just a bruise,” he mumbled into your neck.

Your body clenched at the pet name. You could definitely get used to that.

He molded his body into yours again, lifting your body and wrapping your legs around his waist. Navigating to your bedroom was easy for him, considering all the times he’s had to walk through it to get to your bathroom.

He softly placed you on the bed, bringing your shirt up and over your head. His lips met yours again, and you quickly started undoing his belt buckle. His hands stopped yours from reaching their goal.

“I got it, baby. Let me take care of you, like you take such good care of me.”

You laid back, panting as he unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs. He stifled a groan and gazed at the ceiling. You were wearing a matching set of black lace bra and panties. His hands roamed up your legs, pausing at the tops of your thighs. He leaned in, licking a line from your navel to the top of your panties.

You moaned, arching into his touch.

“Frankie, please.” You gasped, begging for him to keep touching you.

He gazed at you, before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. Slowly, he brought his hands down your sides again, pulling your panties down and placing them in his back pocket.

You were now completely bare before him, gazing up at him with a doe-like expression.

He mumbled your name under his breath, running his hands across your stomach.

“You’re...amazing. You’re beautiful. I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I never thought...,” he trailed off. His voice was breathless, like he was trying to take in the sight before him.

“Please, Frankie. Please.” You pleaded with him to touch you, voice breaking.

His eyes darkened as he slowly took his pants off, holding your gaze.

Your eyes widened at his size, although you shouldn't have been surprised. You’d seen the man in his underwear many times before when you were patching him up, so you had a good idea that he was big, but you never let yourself think about it too much.

You shuffled back on the bed as Frank crawled up your body, stopping when his head hung above yours.

“Is this still okay?” He murmured, looking for any signs of regret in your eyes.

You groaned. “Frank, if you don’t fuck me into next week right now, I’m never speaking to yo-”

You were cut off with a searing kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and he swallowed your moans as he lined himself up with your entrance.

He pushed into you with the gentlest thrust he could muster. You pulled him closer to you, arching into his body.

He let out a muffled moan into your shoulder when he was fully inside of you.

“So wet for me, baby. Fuck.” He grunted as he pushed into you again with more force.

An overwhelming warmth overtook your body as he got rougher with his thrusts. He was moving at an agonizingly slow pace, but you could already tell you’d be sore in the morning.

“Please, Frankie. Faster.” You moaned into his chest. He obliged, slamming into you faster.

The room became a den of moans, skin slapping skin as he fucked you raw. He reached down, circling his thumb around your clit. Your heart very nearly leaped out of your chest. The knot at the bottom of your stomach became tighter and tighter as you got closer to your orgasm.

“’m gonna come, Frankie.” You shuttered, holding onto his biceps as his finger began making faster circles.

“Come, baby. Come on my cock, sweetheart.”

You groaned as your orgasm washed over you. A sickening wave of heat and pleasure overtook your body, and you swore you saw stars for a second. Frank’s finger didn’t slow, riding out your orgasm as long as possible.

Your heart pounded as you came down from your high. Frank sat back on his knees, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he pounded into you with a newfound force.

“Where do you want me to come, baby?” He grunted through gritted teeth.

“Oh god, please come in me, Frankie. I’m on birth contr-”

His moan cut you off as he came deep inside you. Warm spirts of his cum filled you to the brim. He panted, kissing your inner thighs as you both came down from your highs.

You closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of Frank Castle deep inside of you. You both groaned as he pulled out. Frank disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a cloth, cleaning you. Your legs shook with the overstimulation, which made him smirk and kiss your thighs again.

You were barely coherent as he helped you under the covers, only coming to when you realized he wasn’t crawling into bed next to you.

“Stay. Stay with me. Please” You mumbled, holding onto his hand as he tried to walk towards his discarded clothes.

He nodded. “Okay, baby. I’ll stay.”

He got under the covers, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. He mumbled your name into your shoulder as he left a trail of kisses down your neck.

“I meant to ask you to dinner, tonight. I wasn’t expecting this.” He murmured.

You sighed happily, kissing his scarred knuckles.

“I would love to have dinner with you, but ask me again tomorrow, Frank. I’m sleepy.”

You were falling into unconsciousness quickly. He kissed your temple and nodded.

“Okay, sweetheart.”

End Note:

I hope you liked it. This was not beta read so if you see any mistakes, no you didn’t! I’m newer to writing smut (but not new to reading it! lol) This will likely develop into a series, where we get glimpses of Frank/Reader before this night and afterwards. I’m also a hoe for Matt Murdock so don’t be surprised if he shows up. I don’t have a specific point in Frank’s storylines that this takes place, so let’s just pretend it all makes sense.

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grantspectortrash · 2 years

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Lover Boy

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Jake goes on a mission for Khonshu and he’s away for months. You knew the deal when you became his girlfriend, it would never be easy. Now, he's come home.

Warnings/tags: Mentions of Jake's mission like murder etc and a bit of angst at the beginning, but no other scary things! Just fluff, cuteness & little implied smut at the end (but not 18+ so dw)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: ok this has been in my drafts for WEEKS bc I just wasn't sure if people had left their moon knight era already but hopefully not. Enjoy babies <3 any requests lmk!!

Jake is in the shower. Your apartment has become a bombsite since he returned only two hours ago. His bloody clothes are strewn across your sofa, his bag - full of god knows what - is on your coffee table and a broken vase lays shattered on the floor.

In truth, the vase was your fault. Jake had been gone months on a mission he could tell you nothing about. You hadn't had contact with him the entire time and, quite frankly, you were beginning to wonder if maybe this time being Khonshu's bitch just hadn't worked out. The big bird had used Jake for all he was worth and that was it - end of the line.

So, when he knocked on your door as casually as a pizza delivery guy, you had flipped your lid. Of course you were happy to see your boyfriend, but you were also fuming. You had screamed at him, and hugged him, and kissed him and then thrown something at him.

He understood. He knew how hard this life was on you. And despite the yelling and the vase, he was happy to be home. Now, he's enjoying the luxuries of being at home, washing all the dirt and blood off his body and using your vanilla and jasmine scented body wash. And you're in shock.

"The vase. Clean up the vase." You whisper to yourself. Luckily there isn't even any flowers in the vase, so the clean up is easy. The only time there were flowers in the vase was when Jake was home.

You sweep up the ceramic pieces and tip them into the bin. You'll just have to get a new vase, whatever. It shouldn't even bother you, seeing those pieces all smashed up, but it does. And when you close the lid of the bin, you cry.

At first just quietly, then, great heaving sobs. It's a mix of relief and pain and all your emotions congeal into one. You think of how many nights you spent alone, worried sick out of your mind. You think of your last date with Jake, and how wonderful it was, before Khonshu appeared and ripped him away from you. You think of the guy that tried to hit on you at work and you had to reject him - "Why though? I never see your boyfriend. He obviously doesn't love you."

That comment had hurt, and there was nothing you could do about it. You carried your hurt around for months - to work, to dinner with friends, when you were alone. And now, you let it out.

You make your way to the bathroom and rap your knuckles against the door. The water shuts off immediately. You hear Jake shuffling about in there, and then the door opens.

In the months that he's been away he's grown a beard, and his hair is grown-out and wild. You hadn't seen him like this before, and it takes some getting used to.

He's got a towel wrapped around the bottom half of his body and his top half is still glistening wet. Drips of water fall from his hair onto his shoulders.

Jake takes one look at you crying and pulls you into a hug, "Come here, I'm here now. I'm home. Estoy en casa, understand?"

You nod into the crook of his neck. He's warm against your skin and you don't care about getting wet because your tears have already dampened your cheeks and they're beginning to pool in Jake's collar bones.

He pulls away and takes your face in his hands, gently wiping your tears from your face. "I couldn't be happier to be home, bebita. Please stop crying. You've got me now, I'm back."

"I know." You sniffle, actively ignoring his longing gaze, "I know."

"Look at me." He turns your face with his hand and you do as he says. You can't help but smile, and he gives you a smile back. It's something you've missed, seeing him look at you like that, and your heart melts. You reach up to touch his beard, all soft and damp from the shower.

"I can't believe how much you've changed. I've missed you."

Without hesitating, Jake scoops you up into his arms. You make a squeak of surprise, but just laugh as he carries you into the bedroom.

"I've missed you too." He winks at you and kisses you on the cheek before setting you down on the bed.

The room has barely changed since the last time he was there; everything was exactly where he had left them the night he had to leave, but one of his hoodies is on the bed - one that you wore to sleep practically every night.

Jake smiles at the sight of it, and puts it on. You start to protest, claiming it's yours now.

"Hey, it smells like you. And it's mine. I'm wearing it." Jake is firm, but there's a smirk on his face, letting you know he enjoys the fact you've been wearing his clothes.

He takes the towel off and puts on clean underwear and comfy bottoms. You watch the entire time, mesmerised.

"I'm so lucky to have you. I don't know what I would've done if-"

You don't finish the sentence, but you don't have to. Jake knows what you're trying to say. He sits beside you on the bed and takes your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

"Don't, princesa. I will always come back to you. Nobody will stop me from getting back to you. Not Khonshu, not nobody. Yeah?"

"Yeah." You nod.

Jake slowly wraps his arms around you and shuffles towards the top of the bed so his head rests against the pillows. You rest against his chest. Your legs intertwine with his and he sneaks a hand under your top to feel your skin against his. You run a hand through his hair and brush your palm against his beard.

You stay that way for a long time, not even saying anything. Usually, when Jake came home after a mission he would pounce on you immediately. And you would love every minute of it. He was intense and sexy and everything you had missed while he was away, he would give to you. Over and over. But this time was different. Jake had never been gone this long and this time he was gentle. Caring. He was more vulnerable.

"What happened? While you were away?" Your voice is barely a whisper. You don't want to make him uncomfortable, but you also want to know.

"Bad things. If I say too much...Khonshu...he'll make my life worse. He made me do things, Y/N. More shit than ever and...it's fine, y'know? Better me than Marc or Steven." He sighs, running one hand over his face, "I have blood on my hands and it was a mistake. Khonshu is in some deep cagada and made me hurt the wrong people...kill the wrong people. Innocent people. And all that time...it was too much. Even for me." Jake whispers back to you, the entire time rubbing his hand against your back in slow circles.

There's a tightness in his voice, and you can tell he doesn't want to say anymore. Perhaps can't say anymore.

"Steven and Marc, they've had it rough." Jake is absentmindedly moving his fingers back and forth against your skin, and you can tell he's feeling agitated. "I'm giving them the time they need but fuck, it's bad, baby. So bad."

"You're home now." You don't know what else to say. "You're home."

One of your hands is in Jake's hair and the other rests on his chest. You can hear his heart beating and he feels warm against you. Without thinking, you roll on top of him and straddle him around his waist. You plant both hands on the side of his face, his beard scratching at the palms of your hands, and you kiss him. Hard.

"No matter what happens," You say, barely pulling away from him. Your lips graze each others as you talk, "I will always be waiting for you. I will always be here for you."

"Ah, mi querida, what would I do without you?" He's looking up at you with that gorgeous smile, perfect teeth and rosy lips surrounded by his new, full beard. You can't ignore how there's a new scar, fully healed, on top of his left eyebrow.

"You'd crash and burn, pretty boy. Crash and burn." You reach a hand up to tentatively run a finger against the scar, Jake catches your hand and hold's it to his own. He brings your intertwined hands to his mouth and kisses the back of yours.

"Pretty boy?" He raises an eyebrow, the one without a scar, and smirks at you. It makes you laugh, harder than you've laughed in months, and you finally realise he's home. No more crying yourself to sleep, no more wishing and waiting to hear from him. No more nights watching reruns of shows alone or cooking meals for one - he's home and you can finally laugh again.

"Yeah, pretty boy." You smile at him, and when you've finally had enough of straddling him, you slide off to one side and cuddle into him. He wraps an arm around you and plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Pretty boy, gorgeous boy, my one and only boy," You continue, poking Jake on the nose with every single example, "My lover boy."

You go to poke Jake again, but this time he grabs your wrist at lightning speed and suddenly you're moving - Jake's settling you down on your back and he’s hovering over you with that sparkle in his eye that lets you know he's glad to be home too. Glad to be with you once again.

"Lover boy, huh?" There's a playful smile on his lips and he dips down to place kisses on your cheeks and on your neck.

"Mhhm." Your voice is already breathy - you'd forgotten what it felt like to be underneath Jake, but it doesn't take you long to remember. "My lover boy."

He nips at the base of your neck then, an action that catches you off guard and leaves your heart racing. You decide then and there that you're not letting another minute go to waste. Jake is home and he is yours and that's all you ever need.

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stitchie-art-resources · 1 year

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REFERENCES FOR FLORAL LANGUAGE SYMBOLISM:

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These are all the sources I use so feel free to yoink as much as you’d like.

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devildom-moss · 6 months

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Roses for You (12)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Twelve Roses - Solomon

Word Count: +800

Be mine?

(Nightbringer specific era)

“You know you don’t have to walk me back to my room, right?” You informed Solomon as his shoulder brushed against yours. It wasn’t as if you didn’t want him there, but Solomon had already planned the entire date – took care of everything and catered to your every whim. He didn’t need to keep it up.

“But I want to,” Solomon grinned at you so beautifully that you felt the need to deflect.

“Hoping to get a reward for such a lovely date?” you teased.

“I’d never refuse a reward from you, but spending the day with you was all the incentive I needed.” Solomon’s smile softened into something more contemplative. “We live together now, and I still find myself wanting more of your time.”

“Aww, do you get lonely?” you teased again, hoping to lighten the mood and brighten his smile.

“Yes.” He was straightforward.

Your face warmed and you were partly relieved to see your bedroom door. His honesty flustered you to a point of wishing to hide from his affectionate gaze. How were you expected to respond? It wasn’t as if you planned your days around avoiding him. The brothers (and to a lesser extent, Diavolo and the angels) just required so much of your effort and time. You enjoyed being with them, sure, but you had to work towards securing your pacts in this timeline – for both your sakes. Solomon understood that. So, at times, he found himself sustained on scraps of your attention, indulging whenever the opportunity arose. This was a bitter sacrifice, but the sweetness in knowing you returned home and laid your head to rest so near his own offset some of that sickening loneliness.

When you touched the doorknob, something felt off – some benign trace of magic. Did you leave a cursed book or magical item in there before you left and simply forgot about it? Maybe Thirteen was testing a trap out on you. If that was the case, you didn’t have much to worry about. Whatever it was, it wasn’t strong or evil, so you opened the door. There was something amiss – or rather, there was something unexpected waiting for you. On your bedside table was a vase of black and red roses that weren’t there when you left for your date with Solomon. You pursed your lips and took a closer look.

Please let this be a magical delivery, you hoped. The thought of someone entering your room while you were out was unsettling – no matter how pretty the flowers were. Upon closer inspection, the bouquet contained six red and six black roses for a total of twelve: a message saying, “be mine,” which only made the sudden appearance of them in your room creepier. Furthermore, black and red was a confusing combination. Red was the color of love and passion, but black was typically associated with death or mourning. Did you have a creepy yandere on your hands or something?

There was a small card tucked into the flowers with a hand-drawn heart scribbled in with a black pen on one side. You reached for it and checked the back for a message. For my adorable apprentice, you read, sighing in relief before you continued, did you really think I wouldn’t throw my hat in the ring, too? It was partially my idea, after all, and I want your affection as much as anyone else.

You shook your head with the tips of your fingers pressed to your temple. The gesture of annoyance was contradicted by your smile and a laugh. “How did you even get this in here? I locked the door when I left.”

“A magician never reveals his secret, my dear.” Solomon beamed.

“You’re a sorcerer.”

“I could be both,” he joked.

“Well, you do pull out magic as a party trick a lot.”

“You love my magical party tricks,” Solomon laughed and let himself into your room. Coming up behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. He lifted one of the red roses slightly, holding the stem between two fingers. “So, what does my adorable apprentice think?”

“I’m not sure what you mean to say with the black roses. Were you just trying to be mysterious? Or am I dying, and this is how I find out?” you half-joked, earning a gentle sigh from Solomon.

“You know how the death tarot card signifies changes and new beginnings? Black roses are the same.” You felt Solomon nuzzle into your neck before he continued. “Being back in time like this – it’s a new beginning for us, in a way. I got to start in this time, already loving you – and with you already loving me, I hope.”

“I love you,” you interrupted his uncharacteristic self-doubt. Maybe he shouldn’t have had a second glass of wine with dinner.

“Good.” Solomon left a kiss on your neck. “I want you to be mine. I want you to trust and love and rely on me. I want you to choose me when it really counts. . . Did you notice that there are six of both colors? That’s because I’m yours.”

“Solomon.” You squirmed away from his grasp just enough to turn in his arms and hold his face in your hands. “Do you want to stay the night? Maybe we can do something about that loneliness of yours.”

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antiromanticbaby · 9 months

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Roses - Lucifer

Crown Prince! Lucifer x GN!Reader

[✧] ー Just a short scenario with soft Luci <3 set in victorian era. Reader is GN because my man doesn't care about gender. Let's imagine love between the same sex wasn't taboo, alright? Danke :3

[✧] ー Reader is also innocent and of course, adhered to the society's beliefs and etiquette. (Did I use the word 'adhere' correctly? My first time doing it and it's so late already goodness me.)

Summary: Lucifer wishes to give his lovely betrothed a sweet little kiss. But it seems like they're not really up for it. Oh well, his beloved has a very endearing idea to solve this problem.

The two of you had been courting for a while now, and had yet to share any intimate moment. It was given of course. The both of you had decided to keep everything until your wedding. That way, it would be more special. It would hold much more meaning than something either of you could get anytime they wished.

Being engaged to the crown prince seemed perfect from afar, but it was harder than what it looked. Eyes were on you n matter where you went, and danger lurked around anywhere you stepped at. It was only natural for the crown to have enemies too, no matter how silent they were. But at the end of the day, the stress was worth it. Both for you, and your Lucifer.

"Is it appropriate for us to be alone like this, dearest?" You asked, gazing around at the private garden of his castle. You had heard from many of those servants just how mesmerizing the garden was, designed and cared after by Lucifer himself, but you had never seen it on your own. At least, not until now. The garden was truly a sight, with black and red flowers filling the ground, and the trees full of colorful blossoms. Even the rest of decoration, such as the marble fountain and the vases added to the garden's beauty.

Still, it was no appropriate for an engaged couple to be alone together without the supervision of an elder. You looked back at Lucifer, awaiting his reply. You didn't want to get on his nerves, but you knew that he cared about etiquette a lot too.

"Do not worry yourself, precious." He spoke calmly, putting an arm around your waist with a hint of possessiveness as he guided you to the center and near the fountain. "I just wished to have a private moment with my lovely betrothed."

You nodded, not that calmed down by his way of reassuring you. It wasn't long before you had let go of his arm and began admiring all the different and magical kinds of flowers in his garden. Of course, you didn’t expect any less of a private garden that was only for Lucifer, your beloved fiance. A certain rose caught your eyes in the midst of black roses and flowers. It had fallen down from its place, not having the natural glow of other roses but having its own kind of messages. Like a deep story hidden within those red petals. You bent down, picking it up and staring at it lovingly.

Lucifer couldn’t help but gaze at you as you stared at the fallen rose, wondering what you were thinking that had you so deep in thought. He stepped a little closer, peering at the rose. He saw nothing special with the fallen rose, unlike you.

“Your eyes.” You looked up from the rose and towards him, handing the rose to him. Fallen, like your fallen star. Red, like his ruby eyes. And magnifying, even at its worst. “It is the same shade as your eyes, Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s eyebrows lifted up as he took the rose from you. Although he couldn’t help but smile when you said that. You were such a lovely little creature, always thinking of him before everything else. His eyes moved from the rose towards you, stepping even closer. Close enough to make you just slightly uncomfortable. You wouldn’t push him away, though, as you did crave his touch as much as he craved yours. “How very observant, beloved. Would you like me to speak of my own observations?”

He then put the rose behind your ear, making sure the thorns wouldn’t hurt you. He couldn’t help but find your innocent smile lovely, in that moment.The Elegant prince cupped your cheeks, the pair of red roses residing in his eyes looking into your own gems. "You look so precious, love. Did you know that?”

You knew where this was headed. He wanted to tease you, make you blush, and have you a stuttering mess. You then noticed his loving gaze on your lips and not your eyes. He continued. “May I kiss you, my sweet?”

"But... it is not appropriate..." You whispered softly. But you had an idea how to do it, not to disappoint your fiance. You wanted that kiss too, after all, even if you would never admit it. You brought the rose out of your hair and put it on your lips, looking into his eyes softly. “Let us do it this way for now, until the day the bells of matrimony ring above us.”

Lucifer opened his eyes in surprise, as he saw the red rose on your lips. It was something he never expected and he was both surprised and pleased to see that you still cared for your innocence and proper etiquette, even so much so that you wouldn't let just anyone get a taste of your lips, not even your soon to be spouse. Lucifer then smiled warmly, while still caressing your cheek. "Thank you, my beloved. You are right, this isn't appropriate, but a rose like yourself deserves a kiss nonetheless."

Lucifer then pressed his lips gently against the rose, his hands holding yours as you held on the rose’s stem.

A sweet and innocent kiss, for his true love. For his beloved betrothed, and the one he chose to share his life with. As soon as he pulled away, he put the rose back on your hair like a hairpin. You were truly his, and he was glad to have such a caring little betrothed on his side. He grasped both of your hands and brought them to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of them.

“Until the bells of matrimony ring above us, my darling. I shall only wait and dream of that day.”

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Enamored [33] - Playing With Fire

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Some things must be talked in whispers.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules.

Word Count: 5300

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You knew planning a ball was hard work but planning a masquerade?

That was something completely different.

You had a feeling that if you were actually be able to focus for more than five minutes everything would have been so much easier but it was impossible nowadays. Even though you were supposed to be going over the costumes or the decorations or what Cecily and Aunt Lavinia asked of you, sooner or later all your thoughts slipped to the love of your life.

He was courting you.

And this time, everyone in the ton knew.

“I know I asked you this for a hundred times by now but are you sure—”

“That I have placed the order for the orchestra’s masks?” you finished Cecily’s question as a maid walked by you, carrying a vase. The Duke and Aunt Lavinia were by the corner, no doubt talking about the decorations for the ball while multiple maids were busy with cleaning the ballroom. Seeing that it hadn’t been used in more than 20 years, there were so many things to handle before the ball and it was important that it looked perfect when the time came. “Yes Cece, I did it yesterday.”

Cecily smiled at you. “Are you tired of me yet?”

“No!�� you said, looking around the room, “It’s your first ball as a marchioness, and I’m here to help. I promised you, remember?”

She let out a breath and nodded.

“It’s just that, the ball is in three days and I want everything to be perfect.”

“Everything will be perfect,” you assured her. “Where is Elias?”

“Talking with one of the chandlers,” she said. “Something about the backyard lighting for the ball.”

“Good idea. Are we putting lanterns or candelabras along the stone road by the entrance? Have you decided yet?”

“Oh yes, lanterns. It’ll go better with the theme.”

“Wise choice,” you said as you grabbed the multiple colored feathers, and held a blue one over the curtain, then let out a noise of discontent and grabbed the pale pink instead.

“Speaking of the theme,” Cecily said, “Could you please take your suitor’s flowers to your bedroom from the drawing room? I’ll mix them up with the actual flowers for the ball if I’m not careful.”

That was enough to put a smile on your face.

“The table in my room is completely full with them,” you said and Cecily heaved a sigh.

“You’d think he bought the flower shop.”

“I like seeing those flowers when I’m out of my room too,” you admitted. “But I could move them to the blue drawing room if it was—”

“The blue drawing room is locked, Y/N.”

“Yes and why is that exactly?” you insisted and she shrugged.

“Because I’m working on something.”

“For the ball?” you asked. “I can help!”

“You’re not stepping a foot there, no one is.”

You shot her a look. “I could just unlock it if I wished, Cece. Who do you think taught Elias how to pick locks?”

“I know you did, and that’s why I prepared a schedule. That door will be guarded at all times until I say otherwise.”

“But—” you started but got distracted as soon as you saw Anthony enter the ballroom. As if on cue, your heart started beating in your throat and he smiled at you, yet as soon as he took a step towards you, the Duke’s voice reached you.

“Lord Bridgerton, what’s the purpose of your visit?”

Aunt Lavinia frowned looking between them, and you put the feather down on the table.

“Percy, honestly.” Aunt Lavinia said and he shrugged his shoulders.

“He can be here as my son’s best friend, but not as my daughter’s suitor,” he said. “So?”

“He’s here to help me and Elias,” Cecily answered before anyone could talk and Anthony nodded fervently, motioning at Cecily.

“Yeah exactly. For—for the happy couple.”

“Thanks Cece,” you whispered and she winked at you while the Duke hummed, shooting a glare at Anthony.

“Y/N, stay where I can see you,” he called out before turning to Aunt Lavinia and Anthony made his way to you.

“Good afternoon,” he said silkily and you felt a fire creeping under your skin, spreading through your system.

“Good afternoon,” you said with a bright smile and Cecily clicked her tongue.

“Anthony, you can help with the tables after I’m done with the planning.”

Both of you turned to her.

“What?”

“You’re here to help me and Elias with the ball, so you can move the tables.”

Anthony pulled his brows together. “I thought it was just an excuse.”

“While you’re here, you might as well make yourself useful.”

“Cece—”

“You have people working for you,” Anthony reminded her and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, considering you ruined my engagement announcement—”

“You too?” he asked in a hushed whisper. “First Elias now you?”

“Elias said what’s his is mine, that includes guilt trips,” Cecily shot him a grin. “Don’t go anywhere, alright? I’ll be back.”

With that, she walked away from you and you bit on your lip to keep yourself from laughing at the exasperated look on his face.

“Do you regret dropping by yet?”

“Never,” he said with a smile which grew bigger the moment his eyes fell on the coin hanging from the ribbon around your neck, reaching just above the top of your bodice. “You’re wearing it.”

“I’ll have you know, it’s my favorite piece of jewelry,” you said with your nose up in the air. “You will be seeing it a lot.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he said, the look in his eyes soft. “Before I forget, I need to warn you about something.”

“About what?”

“Well, my mother will pay a visit here sometime today and she claims it’s about the ball but I’m pretty sure it’s about our courtship,” he said. “I apologize in advance.”

You let out a giggle, the word ‘courtship’ filling you with a pleasant warmth. “Don’t,” you said. “I like her a lot.”

“If you feel overwhelmed, just tell her I will answer anything she wants to ask.”

“I won’t feel overwhelmed,” you said. “I am good at coming up with answers, or has that escaped your notice?”

“I assure you it did not,” he played along. “I don’t think anything about you could ever escape my notice.”

You bit down on a smile as you fiddled with one of the feathers on the table, before stealing a look at your father and Aunt Lavinia. The question you wanted to ask was more than enough to send a surge of nervousness through your system but your longing for him was almost too much to bear. Now that you two were courting and everyone knew of it, perhaps—

Perhaps he would kiss you again.

“Anthony?”

“Yes my darling?”

The term of endearment that made your heart skip a beat was enough of an encouragement for you to ignore the insecurity burning your throat.

“If I excused myself,” you said. “I’m sure Aunt Lavinia and the Duke would not notice, they’re busy here. Can we meet at the library?”

He stared at you and opened his mouth, then closed his again before heaving a sigh.

“We— we can’t,” he said in a manner that you almost thought it caused him pain to turn down your offer. You pulled back slightly, the guilt and doubt crashing down on you and it had to have been clear on your expression that he shook his head vigorously.

“No, not what you think right now,” he said in a haste. “It’s the opposite of what you think.”

“I was just under the impression that if we’re courting—”

“We are,” he lowered his voice, brushing his fingertips over the back of your hand, making you swallow. “And you have no idea how much I crave you, how I long to be alone with you.”

You could feel the familiar fire burning through your veins but you looked up at him with your brows furrowed in confusion.

“But I will do things right this time like I promised,” he said, making you tilt your head to the side. “I will be the proper gentleman you deserve, but I…I can’t be that if I’m alone with you. My desire for you is too great for me to even entertain such a thought.”

A smile you couldn’t stop pulled at your lips, your stomach doing a happy flip.

“What if I said I trusted you?”

“I’d say that I do not trust myself.”

You took a step towards him, your eyes locked in his as you felt the rush of utter excitement and anticipation shoot through you.

“You are certain of it then?” you taunted him and he shot you a look.

“Lady Y/N.”

“Oh I’m Lady Y/N now?” you repeated with a small laugh and he nodded.

“Mm hm. We’re being proper.”

“Even if deep down you don’t want to?”

“I do not want that at all,” he admitted. “And if I were less of a gentleman—”

“Which you’re not.”

“Which I’m not, but if I were,” he said. “I’d tell you how much I wanted to kiss you right here.”

You pretended to gasp. “And be shot by the Duke? Or Elias?”

“It would be worth it.”

You opened your mouth to retort but before you could say anything, Elias’s voice echoed through the ballroom, making you turn your head.

“Anthony, look what I found!” he said, waving two bows and a quiver filled with arrows. “Do you remember these?”

“Wait, are those…”

“The ones we used to play with!”

“You used to play with actual arrows?”

“Until we caught them, yes,” The Duke said, making you let out a laugh.

“Cece, we should use them for the ball!” Elias said while Cecily gawked at him, then shook her head.

“I don’t think so.”

“We would use them outside, Anthony and I.”

“I want to shoot arrows too!” you protested and Elias turned to you.

“Do you know how?”

“Of course I do,” you said and gasped before you reached out to hold Elias’s arm. “Elias, we should set the arrows on fire!”

Cecily’s jaw dropped. “Most certainly not!”

“Yes!” Elias snapped his fingers. “You’re a genius—”

“You’re not doing that, I will end up a widow.”

“Come on let’s try it here!” you said as you rushed to him to grab a bow from him and Aunt Lavinia let out a laugh.

“Children…”

“Whoever shoots that vase over there wins,” Elias told you and you put the arrow in the bow, then pulled back the string.

“Y/N, don’t—”

“No one is shooting arrows indoors!” The Duke said, making you and Elias lower your bows.

“Shooting fire arrows is a great idea for the ball,” Elias told Cecily. “Everyone would talk about it.”

“Yes because you would set the house on fire.”

“We can practice until then my angel!”

“Exactly Cece!” you insisted, rocking on the balls of your feet and Anthony smiled at you while Cecily heaved a sigh.

“There’s no stopping either of you, is there?”

“You can try,” Anthony commented. “I don’t think you will succeed though.”

The Duke raised his brows and turned to Cecily who ran a hand over her face.

“Very well,” she said. “Fire arrows it is.”

Elias eventually dragged Anthony outside and Cecily had reminded you once again to deal with the flowers, so you eventually went to the drawing room, trying to pick through the flowers which would be used for the ball and the flowers Anthony had sent you.

You were humming a song to yourself happily, putting the flowers into the vase when you heard someone clear their throat, making you look over your shoulder.

“Lady Bridgerton,” you smiled brightly, causing her to smile back.

“Hello Y/N,” she said. “Would you like some help?”

“Oh of course,” you said. “If you’d be so kind.”

She stepped into the room and grabbed a vase. “Picking flowers for the ball?”

“Cece wants to see how they look tonight, then she will decide whether she will use them or not.”

“Any preferences?”

“Well I told her since it’s based on legends, we must focus on the flowers that were used in legends,” you said. “She agreed. So, anemones, orchids, lotus flowers, hyacinths, roses…”

“You came up with that?”

“Well yes,” you said. “I know those are just small details but my mother would always say details are what grant success.”

“She was right,” she commented, gathering some of the flowers into her hands before starting to place them in the vase one by one.

“Oh no, those are—” you said when she reached for a bouquet, then stopped yourself. “Sorry.”

“What is it?”

You tried to ignore the fire on your cheeks. “It’s just that, those are the ones Anth—Lord Bridgerton sent, I’ll take them up to my room.”

A wise smile curled her lips again and she put the bouquet down carefully.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“It is so good to hear that you two are in a courtship again,” she said, her voice gentle. “You make him incredibly happy.”

You bit down a smile, lowering your head to keep yourself busy with the roses.

“I hope so,” you said. “Because he makes me incredibly happy as well.”

She heaved a content sigh.

“The last time we talked,” she said. “Forgive me for bringing this up, but I just want to make sure there is no resentment, as deeply buried as it may be. I don’t want anything standing in the way of your happiness together.”

You felt as if someone was squeezing at your heart when you remembered how much pain you were in back at Stormview during your conversation with her, but you swallowed thickly and shook your head.

“My heart is too full of love for him to leave any space for resentment,” you confessed. “I know everyone keeps saying that I’m just like my mother, but lately I’ve been thinking that I’m actually not like her, at least not in the way that I thought.”

“How so?”

“Well, my mother…” you thought for a moment. “Recently I learned the truth behind their divorce, and aftermath of it. The Duke never sent her away, it was purely her own choice to leave, which I—” you motioned at her. “I suspect you knew?”

“I did,” she said. “But it wasn’t my place to tell.”

“No I understand that,” you assured her. “Of course. And I’ve learned that it was also her choice not to come back. Which I understand as well,” you added in a haste. “I think I would’ve done the same thing were I in her position but I’m…not. I’m not in her position.”

She tilted her head.

“My mother will always be the person I look up to the most,” you said. “And she made her choice so that I would be free to make my own choices, and I choose not to live in resentment, especially when I know it would stand in the way of my happiness. I’ve always wanted true love, and now, what I feel is beyond anything I could even imagine, so I will not let the resentment take it away from me.”

She let out a breath and opened her arms to hug you tight, making you giggle. She caressed your hair and then pulled back to look at you better.

“You’ve made a miracle happen, do you know that?” she asked. “I was beginning to fear that he would always keep his heart guarded, after…”

“His father’s death?” you asked gently when she paused, and she looked almost surprised.

“He told you about that?”

You nodded.

“He still respects him greatly,” you said and smiled. “He says that you two were so in love.”

“We were,” she said. “I still am. Edmund was the love of my life, and I will always be thankful for the time I got to spend with him, for our children, for our marriage.”

You really were a hopeless romantic, hence the tears burning your eyes. You blinked them back, keeping your gaze on Lady Bridgerton.

“But after his father’s death, Anthony built up so many walls around his heart,” she said. “I’m glad you broke those walls down, Y/N. I’ve always dreamed of a love match for him, and now it’s real.”

You could feel the warmth over your cheeks and a giddy laughter escaped from your lips.

“He did put up a good fight.”

“So did you,” she said with a smile. “Time for both of you to enjoy the prize after the fight.”

“Lady Bridgerton?” Cecily’s voice came from the doorway and you both turned to look at her. “Aunt Lavinia wants to get your opinion about the tablecloths for the ball if you don’t mind.”

“Of course,” she said and walked to the door, then paused there to look at you.

“You know,” she said. “It has been so long since we’ve had a ball in Bridgerton house.”

Cecily’s eyes widened as she looked between you.

“Oh, Eloise showed me your ballroom once!” you said, “It’s so lovely, you must have one!”

“I hope we do soon,” she said and walked out of the drawing room while Cecily gawked at you.

“Wow.”

You pulled your brows together. “What?” you asked as she waltzed into the room, grinning wide.

“Y/N, please don’t tell me that went over your head.”

“What, a ball at their house?” you asked. “No it didn’t, she will probably invite me if she throws one.”

She let out a laugh. “Oh so it did go over your head.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Anthony is the head of the family,” she reminded you. “He is the Viscount, so throwing balls at Bridgerton House is going to be his wife’s duty.”

You blinked a couple of times, your heart beat getting faster. “Wait a second…”

“Exactly,” she said. “I think she just said she hopes you two get married soon.”

You could swear your heart would leap out of your chest.

“Oh I don’t—I—” you stammered as you tried to focus on the conversation rather than the hopeful images flashing through your mind. “People court for years sometimes, Cece.”

“If they must, for financial reasons,” she pointed out. “You two don’t have that problem at all.”

Excitement was almost making your head spin and Cecily grinned at your expression, then grabbed a bouquet to pick through the flowers.

“But my ball is closer than yours,” she said. “So let’s decide on the flowers, and later on you can pay a visit to Bridgerton House to see what flowers would look pretty in that ballroom.”

Since you had been very busy with helping Cecily organize the ball, you had completely forgotten about other events people had invited you and your family to. To be completely honest, attending any event was the last thing in your mind in the last couple of days, especially after Anthony had more or less announced to the whole ton that he would court you.

Cecily on the other hand was much less distracted than you were despite her responsibilities, so she had informed you about tonight’s event.

And as soon as she did, you wished she didn’t.

“Cecily, I thought we were best friends,” you grumbled when the carriage stopped and Cecily shot you a sympathetic smile.

“I’m terribly sorry but you have to be here.”

Apparently Mr. Sinclair had invited the whole ton to his family’s house for a poetry reading. Considering it was his poetry you would be listening to, this night would have been bound to be a disaster even if you didn’t know who those poems were dedicated to.

But of course you knew, and to make things worse, so did the whole ton.

Lovely.

“Cheer up Chérie,” Elias said with a grin. “You’re going to listen to poems written for you. How many ladies in the ton can say that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Who says I want to say that?”

“Poetry is a big word for what he writes if you ask me,” Cecily commented and Kenneth heaved a sigh.

“I cannot believe Hugh talked me into this,” he murmured. “I should have stayed at home with Iona.”

“I think Lucie is helping her choose her accessories for the ball,” you said. “You were going to be bored at home too.”

“There’s a thin line between boredom and torment.”

“Did you read his poems?”

“I’m not much of a poetry person in general,” he said and Elias tilted his head.

“I like poetry,” he said. “Good poetry that is, not Mr. Sinclair’s. Remind me to lend you my favorite book when we go back home.”

One of the valets opened the carriage door and Elias got out before holding out his hand to help Cecily. You stole Kenneth a look.

“If it makes you feel any better, it’s going to be a disaster for me as well,” you said. “You can find entertainment in my torment.”

“I will,” he deadpanned as Elias helped you out of the carriage, Kenneth soon following you. Once you were all in the yard, the carriage left and you looked up at the house in front of you with a sigh.

“Oh Hugh is already here,” Cecily said as she waved at him and he approached you.

“Good evening,” he said, pressing a kiss on Cecily’s cheek before pulling back to kiss your hand as well. “So we all know tonight is going to be a disaster, don’t we?”

“Certainly.”

“Where are the others?”

“Mother and Abby are inside,” he said. “Edith stayed at home.”

“Because she’s smart,” Cecily murmured. “Unlike all of us.”

“Alright, obviously none of us wants to be here,” you stated. “But we’re here already, so we will smile and Elias will turn down a suitor or two—”

“Cece will save me, we came up with a plan.”

“Great, and you know, it will be just another evening.”

“I have no idea why I’m here,” Kenneth murmured and Hugh shrugged his shoulders.

“You hate poetry already, I figured you’d need an actual reason why.”

“I was under the impression you and I got along well Hugh,” Kenneth pointed out, making you bit down on a smile. “Why do you want to torture me?”

You caught the small glimmer in Hugh’s eyes as he shot him a grin.

“Because it’s fun to torture you,” he said and Cecily exchanged glances with you.

“Are we going inside?”

Hugh motioned at himself and Kenneth. “Ken and I will stay here for a while.”

“Alright. Y/N?”

“Sure,” you said and Cecily took Elias’s arm, then you all made your way inside. The poetry reading would take place in the drawing room so you followed the crowd down the hall but before you could even reach the drawing room, you felt someone touching the small of your back. Your head shot up and as soon as you saw who it was a bright smile warmed your face.

“Good evening, my lady,” Anthony said, mirroring your smile and you let out a breath.

“Hello!” you said, excitement rushing through you. “I wasn’t…I wasn’t aware you would be here.”

“I had to,” he admitted. “I’m courting the guest of honor, you see. Couldn’t risk her falling in love with a poet in my absence.”

You scrunched up your nose playfully, making him chuckle.

“I missed that,” he muttered more to himself, sending a fire over your face.

“Hello Anthony,” Elias called out and he nodded at him.

“Eli,” he said. “Lady Westcliff.”

“Lord Bridgerton.”

Anthony offered you his arm and you took it, whispers erupting from the crowd around you as you both made your way to the drawing room after Cecily and Elias, but Anthony didn’t even look like he was aware of the whispers and glances.

“So how bad was the questioning?” he asked when you entered the drawing room and you took the poem list left on the chair before sitting down next to Cecily, and Anthony took the seat to your left.

“For your information, it was lovely,” you told him, fixing the ribbon around your neck. His eyes followed the ribbon down to your cleavage where the coin stayed hidden from anyone else’s gaze and he swallowed thickly, then cleared his throat as if trying to pull himself together.

“What about you?” you asked and he raised his brows.

“Hm?”

“How is being a proper gentleman working out for you?” you asked, making him heave a tormented sigh.

“Not good.”

You tried to keep your expression serious and felt Cecily stand up, then both her and Elias approached Kenneth and Hugh who had just walked into the drawing room.

“Well, we must keep our conversation light then,” you said airily. “As the propriety requires us.”

He knew you way too well to believe that, especially with your tone. He narrowed his eyes, as if waiting for you to continue.

“Did you see the garden on your way here?” you asked, making him pull his brows together.

“I did.”

“The flowers were so beautiful,” you said, your heart beating in your throat as you forced yourself to keep your voice nonchalant. “It has caught my eye that they have a greenhouse in the garden. Looks like a lovely place, I'd love to explore it sometime.”

The impact of your words were almost visible on his face. You knew that he would remember the last time he and you were in a greenhouse all by yourselves, how he had kissed you, how he had told you that you were his and the mere thought was enough to send a spark through you, but you managed to adapt a look of calmness, as if talking about air.

“Y/N,” he said, almost warning you. “Don’t.”

“What, I cannot share my observations with you?” you asked back. “And there is a title next to my name Lord Bridgerton, in case you forgot.”

He bit down a smirk. “Oh really?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Well you seemed very determined—” you started but you were cut off when someone cleared their throat, making both of you turn your heads.

“Lady Y/N,” a lady greeted you. “Jane Longmore.”

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled at her and she motioned at the room.

“So you are the lady Mr. Sinclair wrote those poems for?”

“Uh…” you cleared your throat. “A poet can take inspiration from anywhere I am told.”

“Oh no, he says that it’s you. Everyone in the ton knows.”

Of course.

Of course he had said that.

Anthony looked up at the ceiling, as if praying for patience.

“It’s my honor to inspire such art,” you managed to say and Jane nodded.

“I think he’s going to be the biggest poet in England,” she said and both you and Anthony gawked at her, and Anthony pursed his lips in an attempt to hide his grin.

“Oh?” you said. “Well it’s—it sure is lovely that he has such wonderful support.”

“I was just wondering whether you’ve changed your mind,” she said. “About turning him down. After reading his poems, it’s beyond me how any lady could not fall in love with such a great poet.”

Anthony narrowed his eyes and you shook your head.

“No, my decision will not change I’m afraid,” you said. “Besides, I think Mr. Sinclair will improve his poetry even more in heartbreak.”

“I applaud you, I would never be able to show that much of a strong will.”

“Things we do for art,” you said and she nodded, then waved at another lady.

“Excuse me,” she said and walked away from you while you stole a look at Anthony.

“Do you think I should have told her his poetry is half the reason I turned him down?”

“Yes.”

You played with the card in your lap, tilting your head at the annoyed expression on his face.

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” he said. “I just don’t like him.”

“Mr. Sinclair?” you asked and he clenched his jaw.

“Yeah,” he said. “I bet he hopes that you will somehow fall in love with him by the end of tonight.”

Even the thought of you noticing another man was absurd, let alone falling in love with one, and you opened your mouth to tell him that, but then a thought shot through your mind, making you bit your lip.

“Well that’s impossible,” you said. “Although I’m sure he would be nicer to me.”

Anthony frowned, pulling back to look at you better. “What?”

“I’m merely sharing another observation,” you said. “I’m sure unlike you, he would not say no to me if I asked to see him in the library. Nicely.”

The dark shadow that flashed through his eyes was almost too intense for you to hold in your gaze, a shiver running down your spine. It was like your whole body was burning, everything around you seemed to disappear as Anthony held the back of your chair, dipping his head so that you could hear his low murmur.

“Careful there darling,” he said. “You’re playing with fire.”

The fluttering in your stomach was almost too much to handle, and all you wanted was squeal and hide your face but somehow, somewhere deep inside, you wanted to see whether his resolve would crack. You knew you couldn’t do anything in a crowded drawing room, but it didn’t matter, not when he was looking at you like that, making your heart leap to your throat.

Your lips pulled into a pout as you glanced up at him, your brows knit in a petulant frown.

“I’m trying,” you said, your voice almost whiny. “Fire isn’t playing with me back.”

You could swear something behind his gaze moved.

And to your own surprise, something inside you recognized it. That wicked flame in his eyes was what you had always been warned against, despite not being taught what it meant. It was always hushed, always spoken in whispers in the dark, in the empty hallways, in the middle of the night right when one’s imagination could run free.

It was everything you had been told to stay away from, and somehow, right at that second, nothing and no one else but him mattered.

That desire would burn you alive, and you would gladly let it.

His eyes slipped down to your lips, making you hold your breath. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he leaned in slightly closer to you but before either of you could do anything, Elias slapped his palms down to clasp Anthony’s shoulders.

“Anthony,” he said through his teeth, making him straighten his back and you took a shaky breath. “I said I did not mind, not that I approved. Stop looking at my sister like that and don’t make me shoot you in front of all these people, alright?”

“Right,” Anthony cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Yeah, sorry Eli.”

“Unbelievable, right in front of me…” Elias grumbled as Cecily sat down right next to you while you did you best to calm your heartbeat down.

“You are going to be the death of me,” Anthony muttered as everyone took their seats and you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes, your expression completely innocent.

“Oh I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about my lord,” you managed to say. “I’m not doing anything.”

He let out a breath, shaking his head slightly, and you turned to watch Mr. Sinclair going behind the small desk, trying your hardest to control the smile threatening to curl your lips.

Chapter 34

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