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marthawrites · 5 months

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first of all choose to ignore this if you're not up to it but i would LOVE some aemond x reader tiddies sucking/worship with a whole pussy eating and pussy fucking.. dirty talk always appreciated btw!! AGAIN feel free to ignore im just an aemond and tiddies sucking sucker <3

Hello sweet anon! Are you still with me? I hope you are ♥ I apologize for making you wait since July for this request. If you are still around, I sincerely hope this fic does the trick - mwah!

Morning Lovebites Lead To Sweet Dreams

Aemond Targaryen x wife reader

Word count: 2.9k+

About: You and Aemond share a morning bath and the lingering sensations last with you all day. When he returns to your marriage chambers later than usual, you're sad you might sleep through his return. Once in for the night, however, he makes up for it.

Includes: It's in the request! This is all smut. Featuring breast play, nipple play, biting, hickies, unprotected vaginal sex, minor pain play, reader receiving oral sex, sweet talking, some dirty talking, possessiveness, and minor breeding kink

Note: Hello lovely reader! While this fic has elements of breast worship, there is no descriptions to breast size. That is entirely up to you! All tiddies are good tiddies in this house! Reader is implied to come from a noble House but is unspecified. As always, reader is non-descript. Please, enjoy!

“Every woman is the image of their mother and to be spoken of with reverence,” Aemond’s voice rasped into the smooth skin of your neck as he gathered your hair into his gentle grasp, moving it over one shoulder to expose the full length of your bare neck and shoulder to him. He trailed the tip of his nose over your delicate skin as if he could smell the very blood that pumped through your veins. Goosebumps rose on your skin and he smiled silently at the sight. “Mm… my lovely wife. So sweet and still so sensitive for her husband’s touch,” he murmured again, both his hands feeling up the front of your slippery body. “Every day the urge to thank your mother for making you grows greater,” he said as he gently squeezed your breasts, their softness and warmth already making his cock swell against the small of your back.

Despite the many turns of moon you’d been married, the temperature of his baths still made you hiss upon entering. Yet, you gasped softly at the sensation of his hands. He was warm; always so warm. Your skin bloomed with the tub's heat, and the humidity of it caused little curls to form in the fine hairs of your hairline. “You’ve thanked my mother and father for my hand many times, husband,” you answered sweetly. “So much so that they cannot believe I’m not carrying your child yet,” you added just as sweet, leaning back against him to further press your breasts into his palms.

He peppered kisses – open mouthed and nipping – over your neck, looking down the front of your body. He loved your breasts from every angle, but there was something extra delicious about seeing them from this angle. He pinched your pebbled nipples gently and rolled them between his fingers. “It’s not from lack of excitement or trying,” he said, smirking.

“A-ah! Aemond..! You make them sore when you do that,” you half whimpered, feeling an entirely different type of heat begin to pool between your thighs.

He tugged your nipples forward until they snapped out of his grasp, reveling the way your soft flesh rippled with the motion. “Then I shall kiss them all better.” He pinched them again, firmer this time, and rolled them anew.

You choked out a little sound and giggled. Reaching around your back, you grasped his now fully hardened length and slowly pumped along it. He exhaled the loveliest noise and you gripped him firmer. Stroking him, you turned your head to look back at him with half-lidded eyes. “I need you, husband, before our day’s duties begin.”

He caught your lips in a searing kiss and licked into your mouth with lustful hunger. His cock twitched when you moaned in response, returning his kiss with just as much fervor. Wasting no more time he gripped your waist and helped turn you around so you were facing each other. He looked up at you – the intense hue of his natural eye and his darkly beautiful sapphire stone – while gripping firmly onto the swells of your chest. “Ride me, wife. Show me how much you need your husband’s cock.”

With a shift of your hips you sunk down his length, your walls stretching wonderfully around him, until there was no more of him to take. You ground on him, bounced on him, and did it all again, until water sloshed out messily from the tub and the room filled with sounds of your shared pleasure.

All the while Aemond never gave your breasts rest. He laid his face between them, kissed them, suckled them, squeezed and pinched them. New lovebites decorated your tender flesh – pinks and purples and fading bitemarks – which he made sure to tenderly coat in oils before your ladies appeared to help you dress.

When all was said and done you both had little curls along your hairline. You kept yours with pride, whereas Aemond took extra time to smooth them out.

The day’s duties seemed as if they'd never end. All you wanted was your husband. If you had it your way you would say fuck his duties, fuck your duties, and laze about all day in bed with your dragon prince: eating cake, perfectly ripened fruit, and drinking sweet Arbor wine. All those little lovebites he left behind burned pleasantly reminding you of your shared bath. Warmth filled your lower belly as you became lost in those daydreamy memories. The rest of the day went by in a carnal haze.

Night had fallen and Aemond still hadn’t returned.

What on earth was he up to?

Unsure of the night’s plans, you finally dismissed your last servant after they stoked the fire and added more wood to it. You sat in front of your vanity, now, slowly brushing braids out of your hair. You removed jewelry piece by piece and placed them in your jewelry box. As far back as you could remember you had a taste for shiny and pretty things. Even as a young girl you loved receiving a new necklace, or bracelet, or earrings instead of toys or other things for nameday gifts. As you grew older those tastes never wavered. After marrying Aemond he made sure to adorn you in the finest things. Pearls, emeralds, rubies. But, his favorite were sapphires. They become one of your favorites, too.

It was quiet except for the fire’s crackle and with each passing minute you found yourself growing more drowsy. Just when you thought you might doze off while reading in bed, the heavy wooden door of your marriage chamber opened. “Husband! I thought I might not get to see you before sleep overcame me,” you said a little tiredly, whole face bright upon watching him close and latch the door. “I’ve missed you terribly.” Once you caught sight of his expression, however, your brows furrowed in worry. “What’s the matter?”

He sighed a long sigh, beginning to remove his clothing. “I had heard of Aegon and his growing… depravities, but I hadn’t expected them to be so… shameful. He disgraces our family name by what he does in the underbellies of Flea Bottom.”

You gulped. “What did you discover?”

Aemond shook his head while stepping out of his boots. “Nothing you need to fret about tonight.”

“I am Targaryen now too, and I wish to know what is happening,” you retorted.

“Not now. You say you missed me terribly? Well, I assure you I missed you more,” he said, walking in long easy strides to you on bare feet. He’d removed everything except his pants which were unlaced in the front. The casualness of it had your belly stirring, and the sight of his long, lean body flexing toward you had your thighs pressing together. “I didn’t have enough of you this morning…,” he rumbled against your mouth as he shadowed above you, gently pushing you onto your back once more. He laid on his side beside you, kissing you mouth again and again until your little tongue slid against his mouth. He groaned, deepening the affection, while his hand pushed up your thigh, tugging your shift up with him as he went.

“More? I’m not so sure about that,” you giggled, nipping at his lips. “Every little mark you left on me has been aching all day. A good ache. I’ve been needy for you all day, husband,” you purred, hooking one of your legs over his waist in an attempt to pull him closer into you.

He groaned somewhere deep in his chest and rolled atop you effortlessly, pinning one of your hands above you head as he loomed above you. The silver of his silky hair glowed with highlights of orange from the fire and candles in your room. His eye bore into your own, blazing, as a smirk etched itself across his angular features. “My good little wife has been aching and wet for me all day? My, my, darling…,” he crooned, kissing your jaw, neck, and throat.

“You’re torturing me,” you said, desire flaring wildly in your core.

His free hand pushed your shift higher; thighs, smallclothes, belly, breasts, all revealing themselves to him. “Lean up and take this off,” he half growled. You did as you were told and in a flurry of motion he tossed it off the edge of the bed. “Your skin is loveliest covered in my marks,” he mused aloud as he tilted his head, inspecting the fullness of the front of your body. “My perfect girl.” His hand pushed up the front of you, splaying wide as to touch all of you that he could, fingertips grazing over your bitten and sucked flesh. He pressed down on those lovebites. Testing the bruises; testing you.

“Ah-h!” You gasped, squirming beneath him. “Not so hard!” You whined with pleading eyes.

A satisfied sound rumbled up from his chest. “So they are tender…,” he whispered, grinning, as he continued to gently push down into each bruise. “My poor girl,” he said, dipping his head low to kiss over each mark, now, making sure to pay extra attention to your pebbled nipples when he passed over them. “I had to make sure you were telling the truth. So far, half of what you said is true. As for the other…,” he mumbled around mouthfuls of your titflesh, greedy lips unable to leave your pretty nipples for long.

The pleasure of his mouth soon made you forget about the pain of his touch, but it was that pain that made your pleasure all the sweeter. You arched beneath him, free hand sliding down to card through his silken hair. “I think your wetnurse half starved you as a babe for how much you latch onto me,” you teased, sighing in bliss as he drew your nipples into his mouth, suckling and working his tongue over them.

“Must have,” he smirked, the stiffened peak of your nipple glossy with his saliva. Finally letting go of your wrist, both his hands lowered to untie the ribbons around your waist so he could tug your smallclothes down with no restraint. He did, and then he gently parted your legs. Between your thighs your sweet little cunt glistened with arousal. He couldn’t tell if his cock swelled to impossible hardness first, or, if his mouth watered first. “Look… at… you…,” he said slowly, possessive eye feasting on the sight of your bared cunny.

“Aemond…,” you whined as blood rushed to warm your cheeks – the intensity of his gaze made you uncharacteristically self-conscious.

“You are lucky, my dear. Lying to your prince comes with severe punishment. You, by the grace of the Seven, have told the truth,” he said as he lowered to lay on his belly between your legs. He lifted one to gently hook over his shoulder and held the other down, keeping you nice and spread out beneath him. “If you were indeed sleeping when I returned tonight, I intended to wake you in this same manner,” he said as he looked up at you, the outside of his seeing eye crinkling with mischief.

The warmth in your cheeks spread up to your ears, but before you could say anything in reply your husband dragged his tongue up through your eager folds. You moaned softly at the heat of his mouth, and he moaned at the taste that coated his tongue. He could never have enough of you: he told you often. “Gods- Aem-,” you whispered through shuddered breath.

It was impossible to say if you enjoyed this more, or if he did.

By now Aemond knew what you liked, how you liked it, and knew when to increase or ease his pressure on you. He learned wickedly fast – faster than you discovered your own pleasure some of the time – and strove for perfection, always wanting to be better than those around him. He licked, and lapped, and sucked, losing himself in the unique taste and texture of you. “You'd like to be woken up like this, wouldn't you?” He asked, slowly kissing and licking over your bud as to not push you too far too fast.

The thought alone made you squirm against him; cunny seeking to grind against the plushness of his mouth. “Y..yes,” you answered quietly.

“Mmm… I knew you would. I will have to try it one day. Licking and stroking this sweet cunt just enough to not wake you.”

You clenched at the idea knowing he meant it. “My cruel prince…”

He laughed lowly before delving into you again, tongue disappearing into your clenching center. Even around that little muscle you were tight. You always fit around him so perfectly. The sounds he made between your thighs were lewd. Dirty. Any other time or place you'd feel filthy. But with it being Aemond, the lasciviousness of it nudged you to the edge of your pleasure. One of his hands pushed up the front of your body and he palmed over a breast, squeezing the mound inside his palm. A finger of the other pressed into your soaking core while he lavished your clit with tongue and lip alike.

“I'm gonna– ‘m gonna..,” you moaned, whimpering as you rolled and ground your pelvis in time with all of his motions, seeking out more and more even though he was already giving you everything he knew you needed. Both hands flung down to his head and you shamelessly held him right there, fingers flexing and tugging at his hair.

Aemond moaned against you. Early in your marriage you discovered his scalp was exceedingly sensitive and you loved using it to your advantage; whether he purred, or moaned, or whimpered.

“Let go, sweet wife. Give me your pleasure,” he mumbled against you, suckling gently on your pearl while working two fingers in and out of you, rubbing that small hidden patch of nerves with perfect precision. He squeezed your breast harder, pinching at your nipple, and the combination of everything became too much. You came undone against him. Orgasm washed over you in waves that left you weightless; the sounds of your release sent your husband rutting against the mattress.

“So good.. fuck that all felt so good,” you babbled down at him; heavy eyes darkened by lust and sparkling in adoration.

Your praise sent Aemond's desire blazing to an inferno and he didn't even let you catch your breath before he kicked out of his pants and lined his cock up with you. “Such a needy greedy girl. Wet all day… humping my face like a bitch in heat… begging to be stuffed full by her husband again,” he growled lowly, pushing the underside of your leg up so it squished against your chest. “And all of that for me,” he said firmly, darkly, grinning down at you like a hawk swooping a bunny. With a flex of his slim, lean hips, he pushed into you.

You gasped, squeezing at his strong arms as he plunged into you. His name rolled off your tongue in yet another stuttering moan, eyelids fluttering with the force of his intrusion. You nodded wordlessly, looking up at him with desperate eyes.

“Mine… all fucking mine,” he said in that same tone, punctuating his words with long, firm thrusts. “My perfect wife. My wet cunt. Mine to fill, and use, and fill again.”

The force of his thrusts sent your tits bouncing. You cried out in bliss, your first orgasm making your body extra sensitive to his slamming hips. He drove home again, and again, and again, his balls slapping against you with every plunge. “Yes.. yes.. yes,” you babbled.

“So lovely like this. So beautiful when I fuck you. If only you could see yourself all dazed out on my cock,” his angle and pace changed and now he bullied that inner patch of nerves with each forward push and outward pull.

You wrapped your legs around his slender waist and pulled him deeper into you. “Right there,” you panted, nodding, sheened with sweat and glowing with delight.

Both his hands squeezed and held onto your breasts, fucking you just as you asked him to. “Come with me. I want your cunny sucking my seed all the way to your pretty little womb,” he muttered, clearly holding himself back as long as he could.

That's all it took for you to find peak. Euphoria washed over you in glorious waves of ecstasy, making your body shudder and tremble around him. Your walls flexed and convulsed around his twitching cock in a visceral plea to finish deep inside.

Aemond didn't stand a chance. He groaned out your name and filled you passed the brim. Slowly his seed oozed out from around the base of his length while he kept it buried inside you, heavy drips of your combined essence sliding down the swell of your ass. You panted together, foreheads pressed together, and only began to pull apart once pleasure spent its course in both your bodies.

“You are the most enchanting thing,” Aemond whispered to you with a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Hold me as I sleep?” You asked with heavy eyes, already feeling tiredness creep over your senses.

He smiled, the expression intimately sweet, as he moved to lay on his side beside you. “Of course,” he answered, pulling you flush against him. With another quiet smirk he lifted your leg to rest over his waist and lowered a hand between your bodies. Carefully, he slipped two fingers into you. “Shh…,” he hushed when you made a noise of discomfort. “Only to keep my seed where it belongs.”

You blushed but didn't say, or do, anything in protest. “Sweet dreams, my prince.”

“Sleep well, my lady.”

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gyu-effect · 3 months

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hii

can you do a fic on arrange marriage of wonwoo/scoups where is cold and she is tired of making efforts towards him so he could love her and finally stops doing that and the reader turns cold

thank you so much

btw ur fic are so so good

PAIRING || Seungcheol x Female Reader (not really-)

GENRES || Angst, Arranged Marriage AU

WARNINGS || none

WORD COUNT || 0.6k

A/N || i did NOT know i liked arranged marriage aus this much 💀💀 but yeah i had a blast writing this lmfaooo

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“hi cheol.” you said, stepping into the house after a long day at work. your feet were nearly killing you and you practically threw away your shoes as you dragged yourself to the nearest couch. The silence that greeted you back almost made you think seungcheol was still not home except that you could see the soft light spilling on the floor through the closed door of his bedroom.

you could feel the familiar feeling of hurt slowly building up in your chest again, so you swallowed thickly before getting up and making yourself to your husband’s room.

“cheol?” you asked again, knocking on the wood softly. “seungcheol?”

still not getting any response, you chewed your lips, thinking what to do. should i go in? what if he was hurt? what if something had happened to him?

but what if he is just…ignoring me?

snap out of it, y/n! you thought, shaking your head. you can’t work out your marriage if neither of you take the lead.

turning the door knob, you peeped in slightly. “cheol?” you were met with the sight of your husband casually lying down on the bed, scrolling through his phone as though you weren’t overthinking just a few seconds ago.

you felt your heart give a squeeze when you noticed that he wasn’t even wearing any earphones…he could hear you clearly but he still chose to ignore you.

“what?” he asked, without even glancing up, annoyance evident in his voice. taking in a deep breath, you stepped into his room, though you were sure he was dying for you to leave him alone.

“did you- did you have dinner?” you asked. even though it was pretty late, you hoped that he had waited for you-

“i did. i ordered take out. and i did my dishes. so you don’t need to bother about it.”

“oh. uh, did you order for me-”

“no.”

the one word answer was like a slap on your face. you felt tears sting your eyes as your indifferent husband continued scrolling through his phone, like your existence didn’t matter at all. like no matter how much you tried to appreciate him, he would never do the same for you. like no matter how much you loved him, he would never love you ever.

“but yesterday…when you was late…i waited for you.” you stammered, still trying to comprehend the situation.

there was nothing to comprehend though. you had always tried your level best to adjust to this stupid arranged marriage while he just threw all of your efforts away like they never meant anything.

“you know,” you began slowly, closing the door behind you as you stepped deeper into the room. he glanced at you, brows knitting together in annoyance. “even i didn’t choose to get married to you. even i didn’t want this. hell, even i didn’t want you.”

at this, you saw him tense up for a second, but maybe it was your imagination because the nonchalant attitude was back on seungcheol face. “you’re tired. we’ll talk about this in the morning-”

“oh, yes.” you snapped, tears falling down freely now as you glared at him. “i’m tired. i’m very, very tired. tired of your antics. stop acting like a child! you consented to this too, to some extent cheol-”

“don’t cheol me!” he snapped, sitting up to glare at you. but you could see the slight shift in his attitude but it was too late, just too late.

you took in a shaky breath. “fine, seungcheol. do whatever you want. i don’t care anymore. i did my part but you don’t seem to realise marriage works both ways. fine, fine then! we can definitely live as two strangers in this house. shouldn’t be hard with that attitude of yours.”

you saw him open his mouth but you had already swung open the door and stormed out, slamming the door shut behind you. you felt like your heart had exploded to pieces as you crumbled on to the ground, clutching your ears as you sobbed.

it’s okay. you said to yourself after a while. make him feel what you’ve been feeling all these days.

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itsmealaiah · 16 days

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Headcanons for

jake webber x reader with daddy issues

Contains: nsfw and sfw headcanons, profanity, causes/effects of daddy issues, fear of abandonment, anxiety, sexual sitautions, explicit content, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader

Request: (by anon) HEYYY!! COULD YOU DO SOME HEADCANNONS FOR MEEEE?! i’m thinkin headcannons of jake webber with a girl with daddy issues?? i recently js found out that my dad isn’t my dad and it kinda hurts, i feel like this would help me a lot :( either headcannons or an imagine, I LOVE UR FICS BTW!!

Rating: 18+, mature, adult themes ahead, please mind the tags!

WC: 0.6k

Sfw:

jake always been there for you, especially when you let him know you struggled with having a proper relationship with your dad, leading into you having daddy issues down the road when you were younger.

You always clung to him, even in public you'd be on his arm, snuggling into his side, and though he found it annoying sometimes, he loved it, knowing it comforted you, and that's all that mattered.

However, you'd sometimes get really nervous whenever he went somewhere, fearing he wasn't going to come back, be it a video, party, or trip, you were always scared.

Which sometimes led to him coming home all excited, happy to finally see his girl, his baby, practically on cloud nine, but his happiness was discarded as soon as he heard you sobbing.

His things were quickly tossed aside as he rushed to comfort you, holding you in his tattooed arms, rocking you back and forth as he tried to calm you down.

"'m so sorry j-jake :(" you cried into his shoulder while he was running his fingers through your hair. "no big deal baby, i'll take you with me next time, yeah?" you nodded, lifting your head up to meet his gaze, to which he gave you a soft smile, kissing the crown of your head.

He always made sure you were with him at every event now, big or small, he always took you to video shootings, letting you stand off to the side so you wouldn't be lonely. Each time he sent you a small gaze it sent you over the moon, knowing how much he cared.

Sometimes, you'd see him with other women during these events, and you'd become angry, to say the least, but also sad, what if he left you? Were you not good enough? The thoughts swam around your mind, leaving you spiraling, which was terrible for you, especially in public.

Jake would have to leave whatever he was doing to comfort you, and you hated being so needy, wishing it could all go away, that you could be normal, and let jake live without you needing attention every thirty-something seconds.

Jake didn't mind, he knew it was his responsibility to be there for you, so he was okay with it.

Nsfw:

He'd use it to his advantage during sex, you being so clingy and needy for him, always begging for his cock and fingers, begging for him to fill you up, to make you feel good.

"You want my cock sweetie?" he tuts, rubbing his thumb over your clit, making your hips jerk up almost viciously. "y-yes!"

He'd slowly push in, whispering sweet nothings, talking you through it, promising it'd feel good soon. Once he bottomed out, he began to thrust, his balls slapping against your skin harshly. He knew from a semi-deep google search that girls with daddy issues loved rough sex, so figured he'd try it.

He would probably be into trying different kinks with you, probably into whatever you're into, he doesn't want to hurt or upset you though, so he'd be cautious until you told him how you wanted it.

He uses a lot of toys on you, overstimulating you so much to the point where you could most likely barely breathe, let alone think straight.

He'd be feeding into whatever desires you had, whatever you want, you get, especially if you're being good for him.

He would probably make you call him daddy, only in bed though, watching as you struggle to form words, too full of his cock or whatever toy he had in you to speak.

You're his precious girl, and he'd always treat you like it, being so sweet when you both are done, gently cleaning your cunt up, peppering your entire face with kisses, praising you for doing so well.

"good job princess, made daddy so proud"

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requests are open! keep sending them in 💗

also hey anon, hope you're doing okay, i don't have any experience on what you're going through, but i hope everything gets better, all my love, hope, and kisses.

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lovelettersfromluna · 11 months

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｡:°ஐ ʚĭɞ The Bug Collector ｡:°ஐ ʚĭɞ

{Ellie Williams x Reader}

Summary: The one where you own a sweet little book store, and Ellie makes it her life mission to torment you.

an: a request from @ximtiredx !! (Thank you so much btw). Basically Ellie is a raging asshole with a giant fucking crush on you, and you’re too sweet and oblivious to even notice, so she just comes off as cocky and mean heh. ALSO! This is most definitely a small town fic! The summer is in full swing and it’s inspiring me so much to make something inspired by it. I strayed away from Ellie being a dickhead a tiny bit towards the end bc I can’t help but make her soft and enamored with the reader I’m sorry @ximtiredx 😭 Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! (Not proofread again SO SORRY)

Warnings: 18+ smut!! Ellie is kind of an asshole in this one and very bad at feelings. A tiny bit of angst? Reader is a little oblivious, thigh riding sort of?? Scissoring sort of?? I KNOW ANOTHER SCISSORING FIC IM SORRY it just made the most sense to me, pet names, Ellie is obsessed with readers tits, slight mean!ellie (she redeems herself later), super fluffy at the end, let me know if I missed anything!

The small fan you had perched up on your counter did nothing to cool you down.

The summer had been brutal, and business was extremely slow because no one wanted to set foot out into the miniature oven that was your town. You let out a soft sigh, doodling little stars and moons all over your notebook, which was completely fucking empty.

It was too warm out, and you were suffering the worst case of writers block. It was like any thoughts that came into your head were always involving how hot you were and how much you wanted to be anywhere else other than where you were right now.

And that wasn’t even like you. You adored your little book store, putting your entire heart and soul into bringing new stories to the people of your town, your heart fluttering every time you rang up someone and they had that familiar face of wonder and excitement as they waited for you to wrap up their books in your brown paper bags, your cute store logo written on the front.

But it was hard to be excited for that when the only person you saw was the baker next door, and when the summer was melting you from the inside out.

It was almost noon, and you were contemplating closing up shop early and going home. You’d still be hot, but you’d be hot in the comfort of your little home.

But then the bell above your door rang, signaling that a customer had arrived.

And your face was lighting up, because finally, someone was there that you could talk to.

But of course, out of everyone in your very small town, the person that happened to walk through your doors was of course none other than Ellie Williams herself.

You didn’t have a problem with Ellie, you loved all your customers equally. Giving each and every one of them the same sweet smile that you always did, making sure to throw in extra goodies with every purchase, because you truly adored them all for supporting your tiny store.

But Ellie was a little….mean.

Most things went right over your head, because you were too caught up with trying to help her find a book that she’d like (which she usually never even bought anything from your store). But other things, you did catch onto.

Like when she teased you for being an old lady stuck in a 20 something year olds body, that one sort of hurt your feelings. Or when she asked you when the last time it was that you went to a party or a bar and no tea parties didn’t count, also hurt. Or, when she’d make fun of your clothes, specifically calling you a farmer whenever you’d wear your favorite pair of overalls, they were cute, okay?

So some of the things she said did hurt your feelings, but you just assumed that she was just…like that, that all of that was just Ellie being Ellie. No matter what, you never stopped giving her your sweetest smile, because as much as she wanted you to.

You never took it personally.

Your sweet smile is on your face as you perk up once you see her, straightening your back out and adjusting your posture as you give her a wave.

“Ellie! Welcome in! Having a good day?” You chirped, and she’s already stalking her way towards you, smug smirk on her face as she leans her forearms against your counter, shaking her head as she turns your fan so that it’s now only hitting her.

“It’s fuckin’ hot sweetheart, do you think I’m having a good day?” Her voice is rough and raspy, and you can’t help but sigh softly before nodding in agreement.

“It is…I do wish it was cooler in here for you” you sighed, looking down at your fan that was blowing warm air through her pretty brown hair. “Looking for anything specific today? Maybe I can help”

And you’re flashing that sweet smile in her direction again, making her roll her eyes. “Are books all you can ever think about? God it’s a little pathetic, don’t you think sweetheart?”

Her words make you frown, but then you remember that, that’s just Ellie.

You let out a soft sigh before you shrug, your lips pouting out a bit as you speak. “I dunno…books are just…they’re comforting, you know? It’s nice to lay down after a long day and just read” you explain.

And Ellie is holding back a groan because she’s picturing you in bed, in her t shirt, reading a book, and she can already feel herself getting turned on. It’s pathetic because you haven’t even done anything to make her want you.

Maybe that’s why she picks on you so much.

You don’t even try and she’s putty in her hands, and that pisses her off. You don’t give her any special treatment, you don’t bat your eyelashes like the other girls whenever she compliments you, and you act like she’s just any other person when she walks into your store, trying to find it in herself to ask you out and not be a dick to you.

But she doesn’t, she’s always mean to you.

She likes the way your cheeks get red, and she thinks you almost like that she’s so mean. There’s just something about the way you take deep inhales after she’s said something particularly nasty that has her smirking like an asshole.

“That’s fuckin lame man…and you know it” she sighs out, pushing herself off of your counter. She finally gets a good look at you once she does, and she’s shamelessly letting her eyes drift down your pretty body.

The warmer months are Ellie’s favorite, because it forces you to wear less and less clothes.

Your white linen dress hugs your mid size perfectly, pushing your tits up more than she’s ever seen them before. It’s just short enough that she gets to see more of your plush thighs. She’s biting her lip like she’s staring at a fucking meal, her green eyes burning from a lack of blinking before she looks up at you, raising her eyebrows once she realizes she’s missed what you said.

You furrows your eyebrows as you watch her watching you, looking down at your dress. Was there a stain on you or something? Or maybe she was going to make fun of your dress?

When she doesn’t, and she continues to stare at you, you repeat yourself.

“I said, that it’s fine that you feel that way…we’re just different, that’s all” you nod to yourself before you round your counter and make your way deeper into your book store, busying yourself with organizing your shop a bit more.

Ellie follows you, leaning up against the shelves that you’re restocking as she's eyeing you up and down, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she watches you.

It's annoying because you're so fucking oblivious. You don't notice any of the attention that she gives you. You don't notice the way her eyes roam down your body, or the way she's dead silent whenever you bend over to pick up a stack of books, Ellie is positive that she needs to tattoo 'I want you' on her forehead for you to get the message, and even then it wouldn't be clear to you how badly she wants you.

She also hates when you say that, that you and her are different. It sounds like you're dismissing her attempts at trying to ask you out, and it pisses her off.

"No, means you're lame and i'm not" She huffs out, turning her back so she was leaning against the shelves. You sigh, standing on your toes to get one of your books on the higher shelves, huffing softly to yourself in concentration.

"I...yes thats nice Ellie...if you're not going to buy anything, you can leave" You sigh out, still struggling to reach the highest shelf. You were too focused on restocking your books, and frankly you had no time for Ellie and her games. It was too fucking hot, you were very fucking tired, and she was just so...so..

So fucking mean.

Your words make Ellie seethe, because you've never asked her to leave.

And she's scoffing, rolling her eyes as she finally pushes herself off the shelf, snatching the book from your hand and settling it on the shelf without any struggling from her end. "Get a fucking step ladder next time, princess" She spits, and her tone makes you flinch a bit.

You watch her as she storms out, and for a moment you think you might have been too mean for saying what you did. You truly didn't mean it, not in the way that she might have thought anyway. You were just...frustrated, and Ellie made you feel even more frustrated...

But then you're thinking about how rude Ellie is to you all the time, so cocky and smug. Bragging to you about the parties she attends in the city, or the amount of girls that are dangling off her arm whenever she's there, and she tells you that you could never be like that, you could never get out the way she does because you're just a boring little librarian who's only friends are the baker next door and the couple who owns the pet store a few blocks down.

Ellie is fucking mean, and you hate that you're blaming yourself for finally stand up to her...sort of.

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The end of the day comes sooner than you expected.

Mainly because all you can think about is Ellie, and it's distracting you from the heat. No one else comes in for the rest of the day, only a few of your regulars to drop off some books they had finished and wanted to donate to you. Other than that, it was just you and the soft music that played out of your old little radio.

You close up an hour early, figuring that there was no use in staying open late. More times than not, people wouldn't be making an emergency late night run to the little book store in town.

You frown softly as you turn off all the lights, and flip the little sign on your door to the side that says 'sorry! come back tomorrow!'. You couldn't shake the sinking feeling in your stomach, the strange weight that you had been carrying ever since Ellie had left earlier in the day.

She didn't even say anything that was out of the ordinary for her, she was always witty and rude. It was just...she seemed so...hurt, when you told her to leave. You then realized that it was something you had never done, to her or anybody that set foot in your shop.

Even though you shouldn't, it made you want to apologize.

You pulled your bag further up on your shoulder, deep in thought as you only hoped she would return the next morning. You were already replaying the words in your head that you would say, trying your best to make amends with the girl that would never once apologize for all of the mean things she said to you.

You don't even notice her sitting on the bench thats set right outside of your shop.

Her fists are shoved in her pockets, and her knee is bouncing wildly as she waits for you. She had been waiting for quite some time, knowing that you would have to close up shop eventually.

When she does hear the little bell on your door ring, she's up on her feet in seconds, making her way towards you.

"Hey..um...you mind if I walk you home?" She asks, and you're blinking up at her almost in shock because you're positive you've never heard Ellie use such a gentle tone with you before.

You even go as far as to look around you, just to make sure she's speaking to you and not someone nearby. When you confirm that she is in fact speaking to you, you give her a small nod, and you both begin to walk into the direction of your house in silence.

She feels awkward, and stupid, and she regrets the way she's been tormenting you for god knows how long, and she finally has the chance to be civil with you and she isn't saying anything.

Because she's an idiot.

You break the silence first.

With a small clearing of your throat, you're tugging the strap of your bag gently, eyes glued to your shoes as you walk. "Um..do you live around here?" Your voice is soft, and Ellie feels like she wants to kick herself for being so rude to someone so fucking sweet.

"No, no. I live on the other side of town." She doesn't even fully finish her sentence and you're already stopping in your tracks, shaking your head quickly. "Oh no..you dont need to walk me all the way there then..I'd hate to make you walk across town in the dark."

Ellie stares at you in disbelief, because its already dark, and you'd be walking alone, and she is quite literally your bully, but yet you're still worrying about her walking home on her own, sacrificing your safety and comfort so that she doesn't have to make her way back,

She chuckles softly before she shakes her head, placing her hand on the small of your back as she urges you to continue walking on. "No fuckin' way, you're not getting rid of me that easily" She hums, and her words make you giggle, the air between the two of you already feeling less tense.

She sighs out softly, her hand dropping from your back before she speaks again. "Look I...I waited for you so I could apologize...its not cool the way I treat you.." She mumbled, almost sounding ashamed of herself for even being in this position to begin with.

You hum softly, staring down at the ground once again as you nod at her words. "Didn’t expect to hear those words from you, Ellie…” you mumble out, and it makes Ellie feel like shit.

She groans “I can be nice too you know..” and it sounds like she’s trying to convince herself more than she’s trying to convince you. You giggle softly as you look up at her, the warm summer breeze blowing her pretty hair back, brown fringe sweeping across her face before you speak.

“Oh really? I’ve yet to see that” you hum, and it doesn’t have any bite to it, and it isn’t harsh. It’s simply the truth. You truly have never experienced any sort of nice behavior come from Ellie that wasn’t used as a way to lure you into another one of her stupid jokes or pranks.

Ellie sighs, because she knows you’re right, and she’s annoyed at herself for it. She opens her mouth to speak, but you’re already in front of your house, and of course your house is just as fucking cute as you are.

It makes Ellie want to scream at herself.

She sucks in a harsh breath as you both stand outside your place, and she asking before she can even stop herself.

“Can I come in?”

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Ellie is sat at your little kitchen table while you get her something to drink. She’s taking in the little trinkets in your home, and it looks like a cozier version of your book store, she wasn’t even sure if it could get any cozier than that in all honesty.

But it does, because it’s bright and colorful and it smells like you, and Ellie finds that she doesn’t even want to leave.

You return with a talk pitcher of fresh lemonade that you had made yourself the day before, knowing the weeks weather would be brutal and you’d need it for when you got home. You placed two glasses on the table and a pitcher before you poured some out for her.

“It’s too hot out for tea…I hope this is fine” you gave her a gentle smile before you sat down across from her.

It’s moments like this where Ellie doesn’t think you’re even real. As she watches you move from the kitchen to the table in your little sundress, pitcher of lemonade in hand, she realizes how badly she wants you. She’s always known that she’s wanted you…but it’s practically screaming at her as she sits there in your home.

The two of you talk for a bit, and she finds that it’s the first time she’s actually talking to you. Getting to know you, asking you about your store, and it’s the same for you. You’re able to ask Ellie things you were too scared to ask her in the beginning.

Ellie realizes her little crush for you is so much bigger than she thought it was in the beginning.

Soon enough, you’re both moving to the couch. The cool breeze that was blowing in through your window made you look like a dream to Ellie, and she was sure that she was staring like a dazed out idiot, but you seemed so comfortable around her, and Ellie had realized that she’s never actually seen you this way before.

Not around her at least.

You hum softly once your words die down, looking over at the large old clock on your wall. It was already so late, and you knew for a fact if you sat there any longer, that you’d be able to sit with her for hours and just talk.

“It’s already so late…I should probably start heading to bed” you sigh out, and Ellie can tell that you’re feeling tired. She nods quickly, standing up and grabbing both of your glasses and taking them to your sink. The gesture makes you giggle softly.

You pat down your dress before you walk her towards your front door.

As she walks out and turns around so that she’s facing you, you think there’s an angel at your door. Because the moon is shining down on her pretty face, and she’s staring down at you with those big green eyes, and you feel like she’s walked out of a dream of yours.

Your staring is how you end up in Ellie’s lap on your couch.

Because she knows that look, she’s seen it so many times before from other girls that have wanted her. But she feels like she’s dreaming because you’re looking at her that way, so she couldn’t help herself from leaning forward, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing a needy kiss to your lips.

She takes advantage of the way you gasp into her mouth, pushing her tongue into yours as she’s already walking you backwards towards your couch, kicking your front door closed.

You’re a mess on top of her, straddling her lap, her hands pushing up her dress and squeezing the plush skin of your thighs.

You moan softly into her mouth, feeling like the first kiss from her made you want so much more. Your hands are tugging at her hair, pulling her closer to you and keeping her closer to you. “Ellie….” You moan out.

Ellie breaks the kiss, looking up at you with blown out pupils as she nods, just as breathless as you are. “What is it baby? Tell me what you need?” She sighs softly, giving your thighs a soft squeeze.

And you’re whining because you don’t even know what you need, you’re just moaning, and needy, and your skin feels like it’s on fucking fire because you haven’t felt want and lust like this in a long fucking time. So you begin to grind your hips down on her lap, moaning out as you arch your back at the feeling.

“Mmm….fuuuuck…just…need you Ellie…wanna feel you…please” you whine, and Ellie is staring up at you like you’re a fucking goddess because she’s only ever dreamt about you like this, on her lap moaning for her.

The feeling of you rocking your hips back and forth on her lap is making her moan with you, because your thigh is slotted right between her legs, and your movements are bringing her just the right amount of friction that she needs from you.

She grips your hips harder, forcing you to grind harder down on her lap. She let her head fall back against the couch, a soft hiss leaving her lips followed by a long, drawn out moan.

“Fuuuuck…that’s it baby, grind that pretty lil cunt on me…fuck you feel so good….” She leans forward, pulling your dress down so your tits pop out for her, and her lips are latching onto your nipple in an instant. The feeling of her warm mouth has your head spinning, and you’re positive there’s a wet spot on her jeans.

From you and from her.

You gasp softly as you stare down at her attacking your nipples with her mouth, biting and sucking, your hands still laced in her hair as you go faster.

“F-fuck! Ah…mmm…Ellie I’m…oh my god!…I’m gonna fucking cuuummm”

Ellie is nodding against you, her lips coming off of your nipple with a pop before she’s staring up at you again, strong hands guiding your hips to go faster, her own pussy grinding against your thigh as she moans loudly.

“That’s it princess, fuck…cum with me, be a good girl and fucking cum with me..” she groans out, and you truly don’t need to be told twice.

Because between her words and her moans, you’re throwing your head back and your hips stifle as you cum hard against her. She’s pressing her face into your chest, breathing hard as her orgasm washes over her as well.

The two of you sit there for a moment, the only noises in the room being the sounds of your breathing and the occasional kisses she’d press to your chest.

This time, Ellie breaks the silence first.

She sighs softly, her arms sliding up to grip your middle as she pulls you closer to her body, now pressing kisses to your neck as she hums.

“I wanna take you out…on a real date” she hums softly, and it makes you giggle. She smirks softly against your skin before she pulls back a bit, staring up at you with raised eyebrows. “You laughin’ at me?” She questions, and you smile softly as you give her a nod, brushing her hair out of her face.

“It’s a little late for asking me out on a date, don’t you think?” You hum, and she groans softly as her eyes flutter shut. She’s embarrassed because you’re right, you just made her cum on your thigh and she was choosing now of all times to ask you out.

“Better late then never? I mean…I know it’s really fucking backwards on my end but I just…I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for a really long time..and I get it if you wouldn’t want to go out with someone who’s only been rude to you but I just really fucking like you and-“ you cut her off with your lips pressing against hers.

Ellie furrows her eyebrows, but still melts into the kiss nonetheless. She stares at you with a confused expression, because you’re giving her that sweet smile with pretty sleepy eyes and she feels like she’s being pranked or something.

“You’re cute when you ramble…” you hum softly, and it makes her cheeks go red. You giggle softly before you nod, pressing another gentle kiss to the corner of her lips.

“I’ll let you take me out on a date if you spend the night” you hum, and her eyes are nearly bulging out of her head because she couldn’t believe that someone as sweet as you is asking her to stay the next.

She nods eagerly, turning her head so she catches your lips against hers, making you giggle.

You spend the rest of the night in each others arms after the nicest shower Ellie has ever had, getting to know each other and making up for lost time. And as crazy as it may sound to you…

You are so fucking happy that Ellie was so shit at flirting.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #tlou 2 #ellie x you #ellie williams fluff

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novemberevenings · 3 months

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somewhere between the stars | chapter 1

Azriel is your best friend. The best, most brilliant, and dearest friend you have ever known. It gets harder and harder to separate your platonic and romantic feelings for him.

A/N: first chapter of this series!!! honestly wanted to write my own rendition of an angsty, mutual pining fic w my azzy <3 anyways this first part isn’t the longest but i’m posting it to motivate myself to write the next part!! (btw italics indicate a flash back!)

The night sky seems peaceful tonight, almost as if it were at ease. A chill night breeze brushes past, swirling in the soft grass in greeting. The branches of a nearby tree sway, the only sound being the soft caress of leaves. Lying with your head laid back against the grass, eyes closed in a mix of exhaustion and ecstasy.

At the feel of a soft, scarred hand brushing against your own, you open your eyes and tilt your head to the side. You’re greeted with a familiar and comforting sight. Your best friend's questioning gaze and furrowed brows make you quietly ask, “What's going on in that head of yours?”

It’s a phrase that you both have claimed as yours. When either of you needs to be dragged out of your thoughts, the other won’t hesitate to ask to ground you back to the present.

He’s quiet for a moment, trying to find the words that are jumbled up in his head. He turns to look at the sky once again before asking, “Do you think they’re watching us?”

“Who?” His question puzzles you, not quite understanding where it's coming from.

“The stars, the moon. I dunno, maybe the entire sky.” You’re used to his weird questions. It’s become a thing that you’ve got going on between the two of you. “If they are, I hope they don’t snitch on us.”

This earns you a light chuckle, his head slightly shaking from laughter. Realistically, the sight of two younglings watching the stars at night shouldn’t be a problem. But for a boy who has to wake up for training early in the morning and a girl who has to continue with her apprenticeship, they could get punished for being out this late at night.

“I like to think that they are. Watching over us, I mean.”

“Az, that’s kinda really creepy.”

He laughs indignantly, lightly shoving at your shoulder. It’s silent again, but you can tell he wants to say more, so you wait. “There’s just… so much out there, you know? It’s so big, and there’s so much we don’t know. I like thinking that, somewhere out there, someone’s looking out for us.”

You take a second to just marvel at the way he thinks. A sudden feeling of gratitude and pride washes over you at being one of the few people who gets to see this side of him. The side of him that’s bright and curious, hopeful.

You turn your head back towards the sky, looking at the stars and the empty spaces between them. Your best friend’s words are still in your head, trying to form an answer.

When you look back at him, you find his gaze already on you. He looks at you just like how he looks at the night sky, with reverence and utter devotion. It compels you to reply, “Well, regardless of who’s out there, I’ll always look out for you.”

He gives you a soft smile, the one that you’ve come to treasure and look forward to. “I’ll always look out for you, too.”

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Tucked into a corner in the library at the House of Wind, your eyes roam over the page you’re reading. You were catching up on some old texts, brushing up on your knowledge of some spells. As the sorceress of the Inner Court, you always wanted to ensure you could protect your family.

A clock nearby chimes, and you poke your head out to check the time. It was almost time for dinner, but you still wanted to finish the chapter you were reading. Going back to your book, it wasn’t long until the doors to the library slammed open, surprising a couple of priestesses nearby, an arrogant General waltzing in looking to find you.

“You know, Cass, they expect silence in a library.” Closing the book with a resounding snap, you stand up from the cozy armchair you’d been sitting in, returning the book to its rightful place on a nearby shelf. “Lovely to see you too, my dearest Y/N.”

You half-heartedly roll your eyes at him but take the arm he’s offering as he leads you out of the library. The two of you exchange stories of the day, Cassian recounting training with the Valkyries that morning. You listen to him intently, but you stop in your tracks when he says, “Az is coming home tonight.”

“He is?” Your eyes widen as relief washes over you, not realizing how worried and tense you have been throughout the past week since Azriel was gone on a mission.

“Yeah, sent Rhys a message ‘bout an hour ago.”

At your look of shock and surprise, Cassian follows up with, “He didn’t tell you?”

You softly shake your head, dismissing him. “I’m sure he was just really busy with work. It’s fine, Cass. Nothing to worry about.”

Your soft, encouraging smile did nothing to ease Cassian’s worry, but he didn’t push on the subject.

There had been this rift growing between you and Az. Both of you had been quite busy with your duties, Az especially. But you can’t help but feel there’s something else that’s causing this, and you hate it. Your friendship with him is one of the best things in your life, and the idea of losing him was… devastating. You don’t think you would be able to survive it.

But you plan on fixing it as soon as he gets back. A simple conversation will fix this, you’re sure.

“Alright, come on then.”

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It was a calm night in the House of Wind. Everyone had gathered for weekly family dinner, and all was well. Everyone except for Azriel, that is.

To say you were tense and anxious would be an understatement. Even a blind man could see just how worried you were. While everyone else was lounging in their seats and sipping their glasses of wine, you sat with your back straight, hands fiddling with each other nervously.

“Loosen up a little, Y/N! Cauldron, you look like someone just killed your puppy.” You roll your eyes at Cassian’s teasing. Sometimes, you worry your eyes would be stuck at the back of your head whenever you’re with him.

“Oh, give her a break, Cass. We all know why she’s acting this way.” Mor says, trying to lighten your mood.

And it’s true. Everyone gathered around you knows exactly why you were so tense and worried. Despite Azriel sending you a message that he would be back tonight, your worry would not disappear until you saw him with your own two eyes, safe and unharmed.

It was no secret to anyone how close the two of you were. Best friends ever since you met each other in Windhaven. Your friendship was one of the constants in your life, forever a source of comfort. He was your closest confidant, the shoulder you could always lean on, the first person you celebrate the good news with, and the first person to wipe your tears away when you cry.

He wasn’t just your best friend. He was… your best everything.

You tried your best to enjoy the night, joking with your family and catching up on each other’s day. Although your worry wasn’t completely gone, the presence of your family always put you at ease, love pouring through every interaction.

“As I was saying, wing-warmers should totally be a thing. You don’t know just how much the cold affects our wings. I feel like an oversized icicle flying around the–”

Cassian stops mid-rant as a figure appears in the doorway. Everyone follows his line of sight at his silence, your head quickly snapping towards the doorway.

And just like that, a week’s worth of worry and anxiety melts from your body. The sight of Azriel in his leathers, all seven siphons gleaming, is one you’ve longed for.

“Az,” you sigh softly in relief.

“Hi,” he replies. That soft smile you think is reserved just for you spreads across his face, eyes crinkling a little at the edges.

That one word was all it took for you to fly out of your seat, running towards him at full speed. He catches you, bringing you into his warm embrace immediately. You tuck your face into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms as tight as you can around his neck. In response, Azriel buries his nose into your hair, tightening his grip around your waist.

You pull back slightly, your arms holding his shoulders so you can better scan his body for any injuries.

At the worry in your face, Azriel asks, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

You notice his attempt to lighten your mood and snark right back at him. “Nothing, just thinking about how much you stink.”

He lets out a chuckle, and you can feel his chest vibrate from your proximity. “And here I thought you missed me.”

You stay in his embrace for a little longer, feeling grateful that he’s returned unharmed, and take a moment to just look at him, reminding yourself that he’s back. A cough sounds from somewhere behind you. “Hello? Care to share him with the rest of us?”

Rhys’ impatient yet teasing tone makes you and Azriel laugh, pulling apart to let the other members of your family greet him.

You stand back, watching him embrace everyone else. Finally, you feel settled, like a part of you was missing, and now you’re whole again. You try your best not to think too much about what that might mean, wanting just to enjoy the fact that your best friend is back.

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#azriel/reader #azriel x reader #acotar #azriel imagine #azriel shadowsinger #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #azriel x you #azriel #azriel shadowsinger x reader

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ceruleancattail · 5 months

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Hey Ceru!!! So if it's not too much of a biggie can I request a yandere scenerio for the event with riddle 👉👈

Like Player is affectionate and kind with everyone but their actions like hugs etc tend to linger longer on him indicating that they favor him.

Anyways congrats on the 200 fics btw ୧⍤⃝💜

Sentience presents:

Yours

Self aware Riddle x reader

Tw: yandere

Riddle could feel your gaze.

The warmth of a bright spring morning, the golden rays of the sun dancing merrily on his arms. Engulfing him in a soft, angelic halo. Your attention, settling around his heart like a well-worn blanket. A comfortable weight pressing into his very skin, soothing the tension in his shoulders.

A single touch from you sends him over the moon. Every time he feels your warmth against his skin, Riddle’s immediately turning beet-red. Struggling to cling into that tingling sensation long after it fades away.

He’s obsessed over your touches. Memorised them, even. Replayed every single moment in his head when he’s alone, hands trailing around the parts you’ve touched.

The gentle caress of your fingers, sliding down the curve of his cheek. The little squeeze of your arms wrapping around his torso. The way you pat his arm reassuringly, grin playing brightly on your lips.

You are an affectionate soul, truly.

Reaching out to whoever you wish, arms always ready to embrace those who wished for it. A bleeding heart, truly. You could give and give forever, if only to see a smile on someone’s face.

People like you end up milked dry by the despicable blood-suckers of Night Raven College.

Do you not see? The others will take, and take until they’re satisfied. They’ve leave you for dead, once they’ve squeezed every last drop of love out of you.

Maybe that’s why your gaze seemed to linger on him even more then the others. Fingers grazing his skin gingerly. A desperate prayer. You needed him. You needed him to help you, to protect you from those who only seek to use you.

Riddle will gladly step up to the task. After all, the authority he wields is more than enough to shield you from the lecherous gazes of the masses. Stand beside him, and no one will dare to ever touch you ever again.

He clutches your hands like a prayer, fingers trembling from the slightest contact with yours. Whispering your praises in a fevered tone, like a devotee worshipping his deity.

The only difference was a deity would have been treated with so much more respect. Not locked up like a common mongrel, a collar fastened securely around your neck. A mark of ownership, crafted by Riddle himself.

His unique magic. A part of him, to be by your side at all times. There was something romantic about it, if the idea of being collared like a prized pet didn’t make you sick to your stomach.

Riddle’s nails dug deep into the back of your palm, creating crimson crescents. When red welts start to form, all Riddle can do is sigh. Almost like a field of roses, blooming just for the both of you.

Rather romantic, is it not?

He always thought Red looked wonderful on you.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #sentience #self aware au #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #riddle #yandere riddle #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #protection potion♦️

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northsoulss · 1 year

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warmth from the moon and sun

pairing : ronal x tonowari x gn!reader

inspired by this! -> (a massive thank you to this author btw i got inspired to write again after reading this)

content warnings : mainly fluff, slightly suggestive in one of the last paragraphs, no use of y/n (replaced with “___” instead), brief descriptions of the reader’s body but nothing to obvious to suggest anything from it.

synopsis : tonowari is the sun, ronal the moon. that leaves you to be the ocean’s tides, pulled by the moon, warmed by the sun, providing life and love to all those who allow it.

a/n : this is my first fic for ATWOW so i hope its okay </3 - also, please let me know if i missed any warnings to this, i’ll be sure to add it!

the morning sun shone through the entrance of your mauri, the brightness casting a pleasant warmth on your face. it was a morning like any other, where you would wake up before both tonowari and ronal, taking some time for yourself before going to attend to your duties. you have learnt to treasure these rare times of momentary peace, hearing the waves crashing outside, hearing the soft snores coming from tonowari and the swallow breaths from ronal.

you sat up looking down at both of your lovers, watching their relaxed features as they continue to sleep. times like this were precious, for you all were important na’vi to the clan and the price of that unfortunately was the lack of quiet moments with just the three of you.

you move over to tuck a strand of hair that has fallen over ronal’s eyes behind her ears, the movement causing her to stir slightly in her sleep. you froze immediately, afraid to disturb tranquility that has settled amongst you all. thankfully, she grumbles something under her breath and turns the other way, soft breaths continuing to fill the air.

tonowari on the other hand is still dead asleep, his snoring proving to you how deep he was in dreamland. sighing and watching fondly, a small smile creeps onto your face seeing him slowly pat the area around him, trying to find where you where. his nose was scrunched up and his eyebrows bunched, a sharp exhale leaving his mouth in frustration finding out that your side was cold. you grasp onto his hand, feeling his fingers wrap around yours instantly. unbeknownst to you, your tail started to thump lightly on the mat they were lying on, causing him to twitch and jolt up.

“___? why is the floor vibrating?” his voice husky and clearly very groggy, his eyes squinted trying to adjust to the morning light. a loud cat-like yawn escapes his mouth, his chapped lips pressed into a thin line expecting an explanation.

“huh? um,” you turn around to find the source only see it was your tail and you immediately slap your hand onto it, trying your best to muffle a bit of the sound.

“sorry,” you say sheepishly, smoothening the loose hairs that framed his face. he stares at you with a half-lidded gaze, looking like he’s contemplating between falling back asleep or pulling you down with him. he ends up doing the latter, causing a small squeak to escape from your lips. he wraps his forearms around your waist, careful to not bump into ronal in fear of disturbing her.

nevertheless, your plans to let ronal sleep for a while more were foiled when you heard a low groan beside you. well, so much for trying not to wake her up.

“i was wondering why there was so much shuffling and noises, but i see that you two are the culprits here.” her hair was a dishevelled mess, with a bit of dried up drool on the corner of her mouth — it took every ounce of control in you to not laugh at how adorable she looks. she points a finger at you and tonowari, a pointed gaze lingering on her scrunched up face.

“r-ronal, yawne. (beloved) forgive me for i have awoken the tsahik from her slumber. i shall not do it again.” you say with a barely concealed laugh, even going so far as to clasp your hands together in a praying motion as if to beg for forgiveness.

she looked at you with pure disdain in her eyes, and yet the corners of her lips curled up slowly. “well, apology not accepted.” she proceeds to poke your sides, turning you into a laughing mess. in the midst of trying to catch your breath again, you do not see the fondness in their eyes, the warm smiles that spread on their lips that are only reserved for times like this.

“h-hey! that’s not very fair.” you gasp out, a giggle escaping your lips still feeling her phantom touch to your sides.

“you woke me up. of course it is fair.” ronal immediately counters, leaving you with no words to say, only wide eyes and lowered ears.

watching this whole interaction, tonowari chuckles watching the banter between his two mates, his tail reaching over to rest on ronal’s lower back while his hands remain on the dips on your waist.

“enough you two, is this how village leaders behave?” he throws a side-eye at you two and shakes his head, another small laugh escaping his lips. this was usually how it goes, you and ronal would “argue”, and tonowari would be the mediator, though he wasn’t the best at it (he’s actually wonderful at mediating when the time calls for it, but for his mates, he loves to be playful), usually only adding fuel to the growing fire.

“oh shush, you were the one who dragged me down first.” you smack his chest lightly, earning a small “ow” and a scandalised look from him. ronal looks at you at nods her head approvingly, leaning over to caress your face gently. taking her hand, you press feather-light kisses to her palm, leading up to each one of her fingers, before finally giving her a big kiss on the back of her hand.

times like this made you wish you led a simpler life, with no pressing troubles to deal with, only having to worry if the mats and baskets of your shared home have started to fray. however, your train of thought was soon interrupted by tonowari clearing his throat, a slight frown plastered on his lips.

you only smiled at him for wanting attention as well, giving him lingering kisses on either side on his temples and one on the bridge of his nose. you hear him release a content sigh, and your smile becomes wider, seeing his eyes closed in bliss. “there! does that satisfy you, tìyawn?” (love)

“hmmm, not quite.” he then opens his eyes again, full of mirth and pretends to think before his lips meet yours, his touch sweet like honey. then he moves further down your jaw before you can get more, slowly making his way across the expanse of your neck. just as you were about to try and recover from his kiss, ronal’s lips now meet yours as tonowari’s still remain lovingly on your neck, sucking lightly at the delicate skin. he nuzzles into your neck and smiles against your skin, feeling goosebumps arise quickly. ronal’s lips move slowly against yours, a quiet whine escaping your throat in pleasure as she lets her fangs drag across your lower lip.

when she finally breaks away, she is satisfied with your dazed look and your swollen lips. she then gives you one final peck on the lips and to your hairline. her hands move to cup your face, causing you to lean into her slightly calloused hands. though one may wish for their lover to have soft hands, ronal’s was that of a tsahik’s, a reminder that she is so incredibly strong, and so loving at the same time. tonowari’s was no different, his calloused as well from the duties of a olo'eyktan, evidence of a gentle but firm lover.

tonowari removes himself from your neck, before sealing a kiss to ronal’s lips, one hand on the curve of your hips while the other resting on her cheek. when they pull apart, he presses wet kisses on her cheeks, laughter spilling out of her mouth at the ticklish feeling. her eyes curve up like crescents during eclipse, twinkling like the constellations in the sky.

you stare at them awestruck and full of admiration, and you could have sworn you felt butterflies flutter rapidly in your stomach even after all these years of being mated. watching them laugh and connect foreheads made you fall in love all over again, seeing tonowari’s crinkled eyes as he grins at ronal, an amused look remaining on her face as she looks at him, before looking at you.

the morning passed in a flash with you and your mates lying with each other, basking in the warmth of your bodies pressed together, and the distant sounds of the village and ocean merging into one.

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zorosq · 11 months

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(ii) fated meeting ; coby

↻ fluff, mutual feelings, confession, grammatical error (?)

↻ pairing ↬ coby x fem!reader!

@trafalgardnami asked: Hi. I guess since request are open, I’d like to please request a part 2 to the Koby x reader fic, fated meeting? Part one was perfection! Thank you so much. I love your work so much! 🧡

a/n idk why i always switch his name from c and k everytime. this sucks btw 😭

“i had a dream about you last night,”

the pink haired male raised an eyebrow. “about what?” he asked softly. your eyes finally met his. it was filled with longing for his love and affection. you chuckled softly. “forget about it,”

the night sky continued to shine with stars and moon decorating them. the two of you continued to lay on the hard wood of the deck, gazing at the stars as you did so. “y/n, why do you always do that?” coby suddenly asked. you looked at him once again, confusion written all over your face.

“do what?” you asked him back. “you always look at me as if…” he let the words died down in his throat. “i did?” you chuckled. the male only nodded, confirming your question. “maybe it’s true,” you smiled before getting yourself into a sitting position.

“it’s late, you should go back to your cabin. we wouldn’t want our captain coby to wake up late,” you changed the subject as you stretch your arms.

as the sun rises, coby still couldn’t get your implications out of his head. he didn’t even notice that garp had been calling for him. garp starts picking his nose, slightly offended by coby’s silence. after a long span of silence, the older male finally uses his fist of love on his young prodigy.

“ow…” coby rubbed his head, trying to ease the pain. “what was that for, garp-san?!”

“you were daydreaming. that’s no good,” the older man shook his head. “you were staring at my granddaughter,” he pointed out. this made the younger male to blush. “i did?” he managed to ask. his fellow marine friend, helmeppo, appear out of nowhere and started nodding. “did you guys fight or something? the two of you would always be stuck to each other’s side every day, every hour,” helmeppo said.

“perhaps you’re in love with her?” garp laughed. this only made his face to be more flustered. “w-what?!” he squeaked out. helmeppo nod his head in agreement.

“i-i was just thinking about what she said last night,” coby suddenly frowned. this caught garp’s attention. “what did she say?” the blond male asked. “well, she always has this look whenever she’s looking at me. i asked her if what i was thinking was true,”

“and she said that maybe it’s true,”

“and what kind of look did she gave you?” garp asked. “well, it’s like she’s longing for me,” this made garp and helmeppo’s mouth to open agape. “what more do you need?!” helmeppo punched coby’s head. the older male only laughed out loud in amusement. “it’s clear that she’s in love with you!”

coby’s eyes widened. “she is?”

“yes! now go talk to her!”

“y/n-san,” the male started, his eyes meeting yours in an intense gaze. “what is it, coby?” you asked softly. “you didn’t tell me what you dream about,”

you sighed, giving him a weak smile. “you really want to know?” coby nodded eagerly. “i dreamt that… we were in love. and very happy,” you finally said, looking away from him. his hand slipped through yours, squeezing it lightly. “i-i love you too,” he stammered, his cheeks slightly turned pinker by the second. your cheeks felt hot as you met his gaze again. his eyes were on yours before it slipped to your lips. before you know it, the two of you were already leaning in and your lips met in a soft, gentle kiss.

#koby x reader #koby one piece #op koby #coby x reader #coby one piece #op coby #one piece character #one piece #one shot #one piece oneshot #garp one piece #monkey d. garp #fluff

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Steven grant x f!reader with the prompt: “Sometimes when we hug, I don’t ever want to let go.”

Happy birthday btw :)

Steven's Tough Day

Steven Grant X gn!Reader

Hi Nonnie! I love this prompt. I decided to give Steven a rough day, I feel like I always write him as a happy-go-lucky guy, because naturally he is, but I think he's entitled to a rough day from time to time! - Also, made reader gn! Since no mentions of gender in the fic.

Tags/Warnings: SFW, fluffy, cute, sweet, Steven being a little grumpy, comfort fic

Word Count: 495

If there was one thing you could count on with Steven, it was for him to be your rock. Is Marc feeling moody, or giving you an attitude? It’s alright, Steven can take over and be your company for the night. Did Jake nearly get the boys beaten to a pulp after calling someone at the bar, pendejo? Steven would be the one to get them out of that situation too.

Who was there for Steven when he had a rough day though?

On that rare occasion, when Steven came home with a sour face and furrowed brow, you were at a loss for words. You almost called him Marc when you first saw him, thinking that the original was fronting, based on the expression he harbored. If not for the slight difference in posture, you would’ve made the wrong assumption.

“Steven, you alright baby?”

He didn’t answer. You heard him plop down on the couch and then the click of the tv remote as he turned it to his favorite, the history channel. You put your book down on the desk and stood, making your way around the wall of bookshelves to see Steven staring at the screen emotionless. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“This isn’t you behavior.”

He looked over at you, brows turned up and knitted together, “sorry love, s’just, Donna was a right…” he groaned, holding back his words.

“Just say it.”

“She was a right cunt today, yellin’ at me in front of other employees, tellin’ me that I’m not good for anythin’.” He pressed his lips together tightly, “I just needed a minute to relax, alright? S’not you, I’m just mad is all.”

“I understand…can I…” you took a step closer, not wanting to invade Steven’s personal space, but also desperate for some affection after not seeing any of them all day, “can I just get a hug, and then I’ll leave you alone?”

Steven’s entire being softened, like you’d said the magic words to force his frozen body to melt.

“Of course, love, how can I say no to that?” He beckoned you over, to which you smirked cheerfully and found a cozy spot on the couch where you could hug Steven.

He put both arms over your shoulders and you squeezed your arms between his broad back and the couch. He pulled you in tightly, and you collapsed into his chest. Steven had somehow found a way to have a chest that was both nicely toned, and pillow soft all at once.

The hug lasted longer than you expected, thinking he was going to want to have some space now. You tried to pull away, but the muscles in his arms tensed, holding you captive. You smiled against the fabric of his shirt, inhaling deeply and taking in the scent of his mild cologne.

“Thought you wanted some space?” You reminded him.

“Oh darling, sometimes when we hug, I don’t ever want to let go.”

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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babies and bahrain | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 4.4 words request: yes, by anons: "hii bestie can i get a fic where the reader and charles are guardians of their godchild and on the child calls them mommy and daddy for the first time? i love your writing btw I’ve been binge reading your fics." & "hii can i request a soft fluffy charles fic? i love your writing style 💕" & "hello! can we have a imagine with reader and charles with a long term relationship at bahrain gp 2022? 🥺" warnings: kids, fluff, angst, death(mentioned only), car crash (mentioned only), language (like one or two), hospitals. a/n: i am finally posting something. i've been hating everything i write lately, but hopefully it's only temporary because i want to work on something to celebrate when we (hopefully soon) hit 3k. literally can't believe i'm typing that. we're so close to three thousand, what the fuck. also, i have no idea how the legal system works, let's remember that this is all fiction, please.

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the moment violet was born, you and charles fell in love with her. the first few months of her life you would visit the new parents every chance you could. caroline and nolan were close friends of charles, and they instantly welcomed you into their group when you and charles started dating. charles loved violet, he’d always get her every baby-related thing he saw wherever he went. dolls, princess onesies, toys, anything that reminded him of her.

you were the same, offering to babysit when your friends wanted some alone time, or wanted to go out for a date. often, the five of you would go out to kid-friendly spots.

‘violet needs to spend time with her favorite aunt and uncle’, charles would say. every chance he got, she was in his arms. caroline would always laugh, chastise him and tell him she would get used to being carried. 'good thing i have strong arms, then.' he'd reply, pressing his forehead against the baby's head.

it wasn't a surprise when you and charles were asked to be her godparents, but you were still over the moon when you arrived at their house and saw violet wearing a shirt that read ‘will you be my godparents?’. you and charles hugged the -then- six-month-old baby and her parents, promising to take care of her as much as you could.

the day everything changed, it started just like any other. you were in italy with charles, he had some duties at the ferrari museum in maranello, so you took the day to explore the city, seeing ferrari plastered on almost every wall. you entered a small shop and were instantly drawn to a plushie of a cat. violet loved cats. well, they didn’t have any pets, but everytime she saw one on tv she always yelled in delight. you picked it up and paid for it, walking to the museum to wait for charles.

you had a special badge around your neck, so security let you through without too much trouble. you sat on a bench outside, grabbing your phone to check if you had missed anything. you were scrolling mindlessly when you saw an unknown number calling. you recognized the area code as one in france. you frowned but picked up anyway.

you’d always wondered how you’d act in case of an emergency. you’d seen so many tv shows and movies where the characters ran through the hospital, some screaming, asking where their loved ones were, others in shock. you never thought, never hoped, to be in that position one day.

your heart was beating fast, pounding inside your chest as you held onto charles’ hand. he was almost running, following the signs until he reached a nurse station.

in shock. in case of an emergency, you were the one in shock. your eyes were glossy as you let charles guide you to the icu, you could hear him mumbling under his breath, but couldn’t understand what he was saying. you could see the automatic doors that led to the icu, you gripped charles’ hand before walking in, making him halt his steps.

he turned to look at you, he had small tears in the corners of his eyes. you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down and hiding your face in his neck. the tears fell freely, you could feel his chest shaking as well.

“we have to go in,” charles said, still holding on to your waist. you nodded but didn’t let go of him. “we-we have to find out how they are, and-”

an unmistakable soft whimper made its way into your ears, charles paused mid-sentence and you both turned your heads to the side.

“violet!” charles said, you both ran to the woman who was carrying your goddaughter. ten-month-old violet’s eyes were wide open, you could see the terrified look on her face as she was in a completely unknown place with strangers. “is she okay?” he asked.

“she’s alright. she’s been checked by the pediatricians and everything seems fine,” she gave you a small smile, “i’m the social worker in charge of the case, who are you?” she asked.

“we’re violet’s godparents,” charles said, gripping your hand. your arms ached, longing to hold her in your safe embrace.

“w-why do they need a social worker?” you asked, placing your free hand on charles' arm. the social worker was about to speak when violet started crying. charles took a step, and violet leaned forward as well. charles took his goddaughter from the social worker's arms, and for the first time since you got that awful call, you let out a deep breath, knowing that violet was finally safe. you seemed to forget that there was someone else present, at that moment, all your focus was on violet, on the way she clung onto the both of you, her godparents, the only people she had left in the world now.

nolan and caroline didn’t have any direct family, but they had each other. and they had you and charles.

“can we see them?” you asked, violet was playing with your finger. “is- is caroline still in surgery?” the social worker didn’t know how to answer, she walked to the nurse station right outside the intensive care unit, where you’d heard they were keeping nolan. you followed her, your gaze flickering between violet, charles, and the social worker. the look on the latter’s face didn’t make you feel reassured.

“when can we see them?” charles asked again, a bit too loud than he intended, causing violet to flinch. charles handed her to you, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“only family is allowed in, and-”

“we’re family. we’re all the family they have,” charles interrupted.

you were told to wait, you sat on two uncomfortable chairs, holding violet in your arms. the social worker was standing in front of you.

“did you ever discuss what would happen with violet in case…” she started, you both froze.

“w-why are you saying that?” you asked, looking from her, to charles.

“the doctor is coming, he will fill you in on their condition, but… we need to know their wishes about violet’s future in case they don’t… you know,”

“we’ll take care of her,” charles said, without wasting a second, without any doubt. “that’s what we signed up for when we agreed to be her godparents. to take care and be there for her whenever,” he told her. then, he looked at you, you nodded your head, taking his hand in yours.

“we will take care of her, no matter what happens.”

the next few days went by in a blur. you felt so many emotions at the same time. grief, pain, fear, helplessness. you’d had to do so many things in just a few days. saying goodbye to your friends was probably the hardest. even though the doctors tried their best to save both of them, their injuries from the car crash were too much.

your full focus was on violet. you pushed aside your feelings and grief to focus on the little baby you’d now found yourself in charge of. you’d gotten in contact with a lawyer, who promised to help you as much as she could to get violet’s custody. you didn’t know if you were mentally prepared to take care of a child, but you weren’t alone. charles wanted this as much as you did, it was what you’d signed up for, as he said.

you’d recruited the rest of your friend group to look for a will or a document that stated their wishes for violet’s custody, but found nothing. you never talked about that topic, you were all way too young, you still had plenty of time you think about the future. or at least, you should’ve.

the second night after the funeral, violet was sleeping in the crib you’d bought a day before, next to your bed. you were lying on your side, your eyes were closed but you couldn’t sleep. you turned so your back was against the mattress, you looked up at the ceiling and sighed. you felt charles moving beside you, you turned your head to see him looking at you.

“did i wake you?” you whispered, he shook his head, giving you a small smile. you got closer to him, resting your head on his chest. you both stayed quiet, you could feel his fingers playing with your hair. “do you think we can do this?” you asked after a few seconds of silence.

“i don’t know,” he said, and even though it wasn’t the answer most people would’ve wanted, you felt comfort in knowing that he was just as nervous as you. “but i don’t want violet to go away, not when we can give her everything she needs,” he continued. “it will be difficult for all of us, but violet needs us,”

“of course. i want her with us as well, but are we ready for this change?”

“we have to be, there’s no turning back now. but hey, we’re in this together, okay? we got each other. it will take a little while to get used to a new routine, but we can do this, alright?” he said, grabbing your hand and lifting it up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. “we got this,” he nodded his head. you looked up at him, kissing his cheek.

a month passed, violet was still in your care whilst you were going through the adoption process. and now more than ever, you were sure that you were ready to give the little baby everything she might need. each day you spent with her you fell even more in love with her, you didn't know how it was possible, but she brightened up your day, she had taught you so much already.

of course, the first few weeks were messy, having to adjust to the presence of violet in your lives 24/7. there were nights when you thought you couldn't do it, nights when violet stayed up almost all night, crying uncontrollably, and you knew that the one thing she needed were her parents. you'd cry with her, sometimes.

one particular night, charles wasn't home, he'd traveled to paris, violet’s hometown and the place where all the legal process was taking place. you’d put violet down to sleep, since it was past her bedtime. you sat on a stool in the kitchen, replying to a text charles had sent. turns out, things were going to be a little more complicated than you had first thought. as you sent the text, you received a call from him.

"hi, love," you said, propping your phone against a napkin holder to see him better. he was sitting on a chair in his hotel room, you figured he must’ve made the call from his laptop, since you could see a mess of documents littering a wooden table.

“hey,” he sighed, you frowned.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, “didn’t get good news today?” you leaned your chin on your fist, your elbow propped on the kitchen island.

“no,” he shook his head, running his hands through his hair. you could see the dark circles under his eyes. “they said that- in order to adopt we-” he sighed before continuing, “at least one of us has to be twenty-eight years old, we have to be married- or prove that we’ve been together for a couple of years, and-” he rambled, you stopped him.

“hey, hey, slow down,” you said, watching as he shook his head in desperation. “charles, i know it looks like we might be in a gray area right now, but we have time. as long as violet can stay in our care, we have time to make sure every requirement is in order. we’re working with the best of the best, we’re all doing what we can. as long as we have violet’s custody, we’ll be okay,”

the morning of violet’s first birthday, you woke up extra early, wanting to surprise her. you went downstairs and started hanging decorations, balloons, colored strings, everything you’d bought a few days ago. once everything was finished, you checked her room to make sure she was still asleep, taking the baby monitor with you to the bathroom.

you’d always loved the luxury of taking long, warm showers, but now, with a kid under your care, you’d learned to shower in less than ten minutes. you did your hair in a comfortable way, and threw on some joggers and one of charles’ shirts, walking to violet’s room once you heard her moving around.

“good morning, princess!” you smiled, seeing violet standing up, holding herself up with her fists around the crib. “oh, you’re a big girl now, aren’t you?” you laughed as you approached her, running your hands through her hair, getting the curls away from her face. “you’re going to start walking any day now, miss,” she smiled, bending her knees in excitement, trying to jump as she giggled.

you held her in your arms, pressing soft kisses to the side of her head, to her cheek, her forehead. one of your arms was supporting her under her bum, you noticed that she was in desperate need of a diaper change, but you ignored that at that moment. your other hand was on her back, keeping her close to your chest. you’d installed black-out curtains in her room, to make sure she got as much sleep as possible in the mornings.

“happy first birthday, violet,” you whispered in her ear.

right then, with the little bit of sunlight peeking in through the curtains, for the first time, you felt like her mother. it wasn’t anything extraordinary, that was how you greeted her every morning, but that, you figured, was the beauty of motherhood. finding the special in the most simple and ordinary moments.

you looked up at the ceiling, feeling your eyes starting to burn as they filled with tears. maybe you didn’t have nolan and caroline anymore, but you had violet. and you promised to love her and protect her, raise and cherish her just as much as they would’ve done, had they had the chance.

violet lifted her arm, without measuring her strength, she moved it towards you, hitting you on your face. that brought you out of your thoughts. you laughed as you looked down at her, walking to the changing table you’d set up, you placed her down and changed her.

about thirty minutes later, you heard the front door opening and closing, you’d stayed upstairs with violet, waiting for charles to get there. he was in charge of setting up all of her presents, the ones you’d approved, and the ones charles secretly bought when you fell asleep that night a few weeks ago.

you were on the floor, playing with violet as you two heard the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs. you looked at violet, who was still holding the bright yellow lego, but her eyes were now stuck to the opened door of her bedroom. you pulled out your phone, recording her curious face as her eyes widened in anticipation.

“who’s that?” you asked. you held back a laugh as charles finally appeared in her line of sight.

“where’s the birthday girl?” charles said, kneeling down, he spread his arms to the sides, watching as violet first started crawling her way to him, but then, she stopped. she kept her hands on the floor as she planted her feet on the floor. charles’ eyes widened, you’d told him that violet was standing up, but he hadn’t had the chance to see her.

instantly, you both leaned closer to her, your were both ready to step in and catch her if she couldn’t keep her balance. but, she stood up, she straightened her back as you and charles held your breaths, and then, she took her first steps, rushing to charles’ awaiting arms.

this all happened in a matter of seconds, but to you, it felt like the clock slowed down, like she was moving in slow motion.

her loud squeals brought you back to reality, you saw charles holding her against his chest, still kneeling on the floor.

“oh, you did so good, violet! that’s my big girl,” charles kissed her temple, “i missed you so much. i was gone for a week, and now you’re walking?” he continued talking to her, you stopped recording, placing your phone in the pocket of your sweatpants, kneeling next to your loves. “i thought she was just starting to stand up?” charles asked, you nodded.

“those were her first steps,” you said, voice a little groggy as you kept your eyes on violet, who was playing with charles’ hair, grabbing fistfuls and tugging lightly.

“first steps… first birthday…” charles counted, throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him. you leaned your head against his shoulder, and violet stopped what she was doing to look at you two.

she was still standing up, charles had a hand on her back to help her up. she looked back and forth from you two, the smiles on your faces were so wide that your cheeks were starting to hurt.

“da!” she said, dropping down to her bum, crawling away, leaving you both speechless.

“first word?” charles breathed, you frowned.

“is ‘da’ even a word?” you asked, mostly annoyed because it was a word that resembled ‘dad’.

“in baby language, i think it is,” he smiled smugly, you rolled your eyes as you turned to violet, picking her up.

“hey, baby. say ‘ma’,” you instructed, violet stayed quiet, then, she opened her mouth.

“da!” she repeated, you sighed, kissing her cheek before passing her off to charles. “da!” she said as she looked at charles.

“yeah, that’s her first word,” you laughed, admitting defeat.

six months later, you and violet slipped through the crowd of people, sneaking your way to the ferrari motorhome. it was the first race of the season, and you had to admit, you missed being there.

you’d been with charles for what felt like forever at that point, coming close to eight years. you’d met, fallen in love and started dating as teenagers, and you’d been there every step of his career. your relationship was one that the public had always been curious of, given that you were both extremely private and cautious with what you let the rest of the world see. when you stopped attending the races for almost half of the year last year, people had started wondering if you’d split up. but as you walked with violet in your arms, charles’ hand around your shoulders, that was a clear statement.

you were scared of attending a race with violet, but you were a family now, and you needed to support charles, you knew he needed you there. you were going to stay inside the ferrari hospitality the entire time, away from the cameras and public. you were inside charles’ room, playing with violet whilst he got ready.

violet was starting to speak a bit more, so most of your time was spent over-pronouncing easy words in hopes to get her to repeat them. she was a smart girl. after having her first birthday, first steps and first word all in the same day, you knew you had a little genius in your hands.

“the car goes fast,” you said, moving your lips slowly, watching violet’s eyes go from your lips to your eyes. she babbled, you smiled as you kissed her temple, repeating the sentence again. “the car goes fast,”

“hell yes it does,” charles said, walking in. he had his racing suit on, the zipper was down, though, and you could see his fireproof undershirt. he grabbed violet, who played with the velcro strap.

“don’t swear,” you patted his leg, standing from your spot on the couch. “you ready?” you asked, kissing his cheek. violet noticed, and she did the same, making charles laugh.

“i think so,” he nodded, “i’ve got my two girls here, i can do pretty much anything right now,” he pressed his lips against violet’s temple. “but-”

“charles, we need you for something,” there was a knock on the door, and charles sighed. he’d promised to spend as much time as he could with you, even though you’d promised him it was okay, that he still had to focus and prepare for the race, but he had missed having you there and wanted to stay there with you two.

“it’s okay,” you grabbed violet, who frowned, she’d only gotten a few minutes with charles, why was he leaving again so soon? “we’ll be right here,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss charles’ cheek, but he turned his head, meeting your lips with his.

“i will be right back, okay?” you nodded as he hugged you both. he walked out of the room without looking back, despite how much he wanted to stay.

violet whimpered, you looked down at her and chuckled.

“it’s okay, baby, he’ll be right back, okay?” you sat her down on the couch, “da will be right back,”

as it turned out, violet called both you and charles ‘da’. it was the one word she associated with the two of you. much to charles’ dismay.

“oh, love, it’s okay,” you cooed, noticing violet’s teary eyes. “it’s just for a little while, my love.” you grabbed her again, and started walking around the room, gently rocking her in your arms. she wasn’t a loud crier, but her tears were just as real. “oh, violet, don’t cry, you’re making me cry, too!” you chuckled, pulling her close to your chest.

a few minutes passed, you could still feel your shirt getting damp from her tears, when the door behind you was opened.

“what’s wrong?” charles asked, and violet struggled in your arms. you put her down and she ran to charles.

“dada!” you froze, your eyes went wide as you watched charles crouch and catch violet in his arms. “dada,” she repeated, her tiny arms on his neck.

“it’s- it’s okay, violet. i- dada’s here,” he said, letting out a shaky breath as his eyes met yours.

“charles-” you started, feeling your eyes burning.

“dada,” violet started, turning her head back, “mama!” she called for you. you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. you just stood there, with wide, teary eyes, as the child that you’d promised to love and raise as if she were your own, called for you. “mama, mama,”

charles was just as shocked as you were, but he snapped out of it first, walking to you once he noticed that you were still processing it.

“d-did she… did she…” you couldn’t finish your question, but charles was already nodding his head.

“dada. mama.” apparently those two words had become violet’s favorite ones. you let out a laugh, wrapping your hands around charles’ back, with violet stuck between your bodies.

“yes, violet. dada and mama are here.” charles said. you just breathed deeply.

violet didn’t know what was going on around her. she didn’t know why the people wearing red were standing up, clapping and yelling. she didn’t know why you were standing up as well, with your palms pressed together, covering your mouth. she didn’t know why you had tears in your eyes.

“dada won, violet!” she didn’t understand what that meant, but you were smiling, so she smiled as well. you picked her up in your arms, someone handed you a pair of headphones, you placed them on violet’s ears to protect her from the loud noises.

you’d promised to stay inside the ferrari motorhome, but you weren’t counting on charles getting the first win of the season, his first in a while, his first with his family there with him.

you were escorted to the podium ceremony, arriving just in time to see charles stepping out of the car. he jumped out of the car and ran to his crew, you were breathing fast, your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard, there were tears in your eyes as you watched charles.

“that’s dada,” you told violet, even though she probably couldn’t hear you with all the noise.

you waited a few minutes, for charles to finish getting weighed, before someone talking to him pointed in your direction.

he smiled as he ran to you, wrapping his arms around the two of you.

“that was amazing, my love.” you said, grabbing his face to direct his lips to yours. “i love you so much, you deserve this!” you smiled.

“dada! mama!” violet said, annoyed that you weren’t paying attention to her.

“sorry, violet. dada and mama are here. we love you, too,” charles gave you two one last hug before he had to be taken away for interviews.

violet was sleeping between you two, she was curled up on her side, resting her head on charles’ chest. you couldn’t blame her, that was how you loved to fall asleep, too. you couldn’t sleep, you still had that remaining rush of adrenaline running through your system, which made it hard for you to succumb to sleep. you turned to your side, leaning forward to kiss violet’s cheek softly, then charles’ lips. you left the bed, sliding open the door to the balcony.

you could hear people partying out there. you leaned your arms against the railing, thinking about how, if you didn’t have violet, you would probably be out there with them. but you wouldn’t change your little family for anything.

“what are you doing out here?” you heard charles’ sleepy voice, felt his arm around your waist.

“just thinking,”

“about?” he asked, kissing your shoulder. you smiled, turning your head to the side to look at him.

“how i wouldn’t change this for anything in the world,” you answered, biting your bottom lip. “i love you and i love violet, and i’m so lucky to call you both mine,” he didn’t answer, just turned you around so your back was against the railing, his hands on your waist.

“we should make it all official, then,” he said after a few seconds, you leaned back, tilting your head up to look at him. “marry me,”

“charles leclerc, after almost eight years of dating, this is how you’re proposing to me?” you raise an eyebrow, joking to avoid letting tears take over you.

“no,” he shook his head, a small smile on his face, “you deserve something much better. our child needs to be part of it, for starters,”

“of course,” you laughed. you placed your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.

“will you, though?” he asked.

“what?”

“marry me?”

that was a question that you both knew the answer to.

“yes,”

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN; J. VALESKA

JEROME VALESKA X F!READER

WARNINGS: this is sort of rushed since i really wanted to get a jerome halloween fic out and my writers block has not relented 😭 so i apologize for how bad this is!! also, this is kind of a random thing i added (though, it’s not really an important detail) bruce is already batman in this!

WC: 3296

A/N: you guys know i had to make a halloween jerome fic - i had s4 jerome in mind for this btw! - jerome’s a cutie in this tbh (when is he not)

SUMMARY: On Halloween night, Jerome decided to surprise his girl and take her to two special places in Gotham!

"I don't think this is a good idea, Jerome." Your eyes searched the area as goosebumps filled your skin. You weren't sure if it was the weather that caused the chill or something else.

"Oh, c'mon! Loosen up, doll. This is gonna be great!" His loud, cheery voice echoed throughout the whole woods, making birds that were hiding in trees fly away. The sound of their wings flapping joined in with the reverberation of Jerome's tone, adding to the eeriness of the situation.

Twigs snapped under your shoes, breaking the utter silence of the night. Jerome thought that, since it was Halloween, it was a good idea to spend some time in a cemetery. Though you weren't exactly opposed to the idea at first, the ginger decided to propose that you go at night instead. You knew you had nothing to be afraid of, given if anyone were to come by and they were to see Jerome Valeska, you were positive they would run away screaming; damn the spirits that supposedly haunted the area.

Jerome walked carelessly through the grounds, never once looking down to see where his feet were heading. That backfired once his foot fell into a whole in the dirt. Before you could help him or ask if he was okay, a loud boisterous laugh sounded from the man. The same sound caused crows to chirp and crickets to silence.

"Watch out, toots, something might come up and grab ya!" Jerome giggled and reached out for you once he got his foot free. His arms wrapped around you from behind, caging you into his body. A quiet laugh resonated from you as his head dug into your neck and his gloved fingers started to tickle your sides. As you started to protest and run from his hold, he makes sure not to let go.

Jerome loved to tease you in any shape or form. It was one way that always left him entertained, which was a hard task for someone to do. Though Jerome would never admit it, you were never boring. And everyone knows Jerome hates boring. He found a deep sense of comfort in you. Whether it was because of the way you loved him and held him, or because you genuinely cared for him. It wasn't something he was ever given, so it was new to him. It still felt foreign to him when he felt an overwhelming sense of admiration for you. It was like something else took over his body and added this weird soft side to him. A part of him hated that he ever acknowledged that side, but the other part enjoyed it. It was something that he could get used to.

"Did you hear that?" Jerome abruptly stopped and whispered in your ear. His grip never let up as his breath hit against you. You paused and the hair raised on your body at his words. As you tried to listen for anything, your ears didn't pick up any noise. "Kidding! I got you!" He laughed noisily and backed away from you to animatedly slap his knee. You scoffed and started to walk forward, trying your best to make sure you could see where you were going. "You should'a seen your face, doll!" His cackle continued but faded shortly after. Loud and fast footsteps were heard behind you once the man realized you were heading off without him. "Hey, wait for me!"

The sky was pitch black as it reached midnight. The moon was full and was shining down, almost perfectly, on the two of you. There were a couple of lights surrounding the cemetery, lighting it up just barely. A small layer of fog creeped up and sat in the air, adding to your rough field of vision. It was the ideal night for Halloween. You were positive that if you guys were closer to the road and neighborhood, you'd hear the chatter of kids wandering around, trick or treating. But you couldn't. It was dead silent. The graveyard was ways away from the commotion, the only noise being heard were your voices and the sound of leaves and branches being crushed under your feet.

"Why are we here, J?" You've been wanting to ask since he proposed the idea because you knew there was always something else he had planned. A smile spreads across his face, adding to the scars and making them look longer. The sight would've been jarring to anyone else, but you've always liked his smile. It has character and even if you didn't want to admit it, it was really attractive.

"Just wanted to go out for a walk with my girl! Is that so wrong?" His smile widens as he looks over at you, a playful tone evident in his voice. You breathe out a puff of air in response, knowing that you weren't going to get a genuine answer. He giggles at your annoyance and keeps walking, just a step or two ahead of you. "Patience, Y/N." He acts as if he's scolding you, looking back at you with a serious face. It makes your expression soften and a small smile creep on your lips. He hums at your response, turning back around with a smug grin.

Jerome's outfit consisted of a white straitjacket and matching pants, although his arms weren't tied together in the fabric. When you had saw him in it, you had originally thought that it was his Halloween costume, but then you remembered that it was just Jerome. It made him stick out like a sore thumb in the dark, empty woods. If anyone were to walk by, the first thing that would catch their attention would be him. Although, that would probably happen anyway.

"Almost there, dolly." The rasp in Jerome's voice was clear as he spoke quietly. You stood partially behind him, his back and a few headstones in your field of vision. You've debated on reaching out for his hand as the night grew colder, realizing that you hadn't brought a heavy enough coat to warm yourself up with. You pushed back any hesitant thoughts as you moved your hand out to grab on to his. His palms were just as cold, maybe even colder than yours, but it brought you a sense of comfort either way.

Jerome tensed up at first, not expecting the sudden touch. This was another thing he had to get used to, the feeling of someone's hand in his, or the touch of you that isn't going to make him flinch. He knew you would never do anything to him, and he's never actually voiced his thoughts before, but there's always that thought that lingers in the back of his head that reminds him of his mother. How she used to hurt him, and he'll never forget that. And although he hates to even give her an ounce of his attention, he'll always be grateful that he was the one that killed her.

"And..." His voice startles you as it cuts through the silence. "Tada!" His smile is as wide as ever as he stares forward. You follow his line of sight and move next to him, looking straight ahead of you. There was a small blanket lying on the ground with a few headstones guarding it. A pumpkin bucket - that seemed to be a trick or treater's basket - sat on top with a lone lantern sitting diagonal from it. You stood in shock at the sight before you, your hand subconsciously squeezing his tighter.

"Jerome, this is..." Before you could even think of your next words, he cut you off.

"I had those clowns grab some stuff for me," Jerome starts walking again, dragging you behind him. He was referring to the remainders of his cult, and to be honest, you weren't sure if you wanted to know how they got that candy. "Since I can't go trick or treating because people would not give me any candy," he says it like he's offended, and it makes you smile at his childish tone. His arms fly out and they point to the pumpkin that held the candy inside. "Why not steal some?" He smiles and sits down on the blanket, taking you with him.

“This is really nice, J.” You smile and look at him. You knew you were teasing him with the way he rolled his eyes as a reply.

“Don’t get all sappy on me, doll.” He grumbles and reaches forward to grab the basket. His big hands grip the object and then flips it over, giggling as each piece of candy fell onto the blanket. His fingers wiggle as he looks them over, contemplating on which one to eat first. He reaches out for some Skittles and tears the top open and throws his head back, pouring all of the little candies in his mouth.

You watch him as he goes back and forth between chocolate bars and gummies, some times swallowing the food or making a disgusted face and tossing the packaging.

You get pulled out of your daydream when you hear him call your name. “C’mere, doll,” Jerome giggles and looks over at you. He had a gummy worm in his mouth, one side wedged between his lips, and the other waiting to be eaten. He laughs as best as he could with the snack in his mouth and leans forward, getting closer to you. A soft laugh escapes your lips as you lean forward and bite off the opposite side of the gummy. As you swallow the snack, Jerome’s hand moves to the back of your head and steadies you. Suddenly, he moves forward and pressed his lips against yours, immediately pushing his tongue past your lips.

“Mm, you taste like candy.” He giggles softly and moves his hand down to your chin, dragging your lip down before letting it go again.

After a half hour or so of eating and exchanging candy, Jerome abruptly stood up and grabbed your hand, forcefully bringing you up with him. “Next stop!” He yells excitedly, quickly moving forward and walking out of the cemetery, leaving all of the stuff behind. As usual, you didn’t know where he was taking you. You should have been used to his impulsive decisions, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised each time.

Once you both make your way out of the eery, silent graveyard, loud voices and music fill the air. Little kids and their parents, or teens with friends crowd the streets, the sounds of their conversations echoing through the neighborhood. Jerome walks with you down the sidewalk with a wide smile on his face, subconsciously swinging your hand with his.

As much as Jerome couldn’t care less about others, he always had a good time on Halloween. He never got to dress up and trick or treat when he was younger, part of it being his mother’s choice and the other involving the constant moving with the Circus. The Valeska’s never had any proper holidays, or frankly, childhood. You had to show Jerome a lot of traditions that were popular surrounding certain holidays, or even involving him in some of yours. The man looked like a kid on Christmas morning every time you’d share something new with him. When you had told him, a few years ago, that people got to get free candy - not from stealing - and dress up as anything they wanted to be, it was almost like you told him the answer to his life’s questions.

When someone would look up and realize they passed Jerome Valeska, they would either stand in shock or run. Both of them amused the maniac as he cackled at the reactions of others. The loud sound stopped suddenly as he put his foot down, making you still with him. “Is that me?” You look up at him and follow his line of vision. Your furrowed brow loosens up at his question once you realize what he was looking at. A kid, maybe 17 or 18 was walking around with a couple friends, fake staples aligning around his face. A white and black striped shirt covered his top half as his mismatched pants correlated. A smile was on his face as poorly drawn lines brought it out.

A loud laugh sounded from Jerome. He doubled over and squeezed your hand tight in the process, unknowingly catching everyone’s attention. Though you were sure that was his idea. Once he leaned back up to his full height, he wipes a fake tear from his eye with a huge smile on his face. “Oh, doll, that was amazing!” He giggles again, looking down at you before moving his gaze back towards the street.

Once families and others realized who they were walking amongst, some screamed and others gasped as they ran from him. If possible, his smile widened even more. Jerome began walking again, making sure to pull you with him. He hums an unknown song as he drags you in front of him and twirls you twice, bringing you close to him and then back out. It wasn’t uncommon for Jerome to pull these things, occasionally taking time (usually at night) to dance with you. You weren’t too sure why he started this, but you weren’t upset about it. It felt comforting to be in that vulnerable state with him. It made you feel like he truly did love and care for you, even if it was hard for him to communicate that.

“Almost there, babydoll.” His raspy voice cut you out of your memories and you looked up at him and flashed him a smile. His gloved hand never let go of yours as he swung them back and forth lightly, still randomly spinning you when he see fit.

“And..” he smiles and spins you once more before taking you in his arms and dipping you. “Fin!” Jerome lifts you back up and twirls you to look forward as he circles around you to stand in front of you. His right arm stretches out behind him as he points while staring down at you with a grin.

Haly’s Circus is in town.

The lights illuminated everything in a 3-mile radius, glaring up into the dark sky. The sight was beautiful, even over the large wall that separated the attraction from the outside.

“C’mon, let’s go inside!” He grabs your hand and runs for the entrance. You have no choice but to follow, but you couldn’t say that you would’ve protested. “Even better than I remember…” Jerome’s voice was smaller, quieter than usual. His eyes roamed the area, taking in the festive decorations, rides, foods and tents. You realized that Jerome was referring to that one night over a year ago when he had all of his cult over at Haly’s.

Always the Ringleader.

The scene truly was mesmerizing. The original lights were switched out with orange and black, matching the iconic Halloween colors. Other stands were decorated with scary toys and bat plushies, while food booths sold drinks served in cauldrons and pieces of pizza stuffed in tiny coffins.

Neither of you knew who had cleaned this place up since that day, but you were grateful that it was. Haly’s was always a pretty setting in a place like Gotham. There truly wasn’t much to see in a city like this, so having a Circus around was always entertaining. Especially if there was a certain clown that came from it…

Jerome gasps loudly, “Look, doll! They still have my game!” He smiles and runs for it as you follow him. He stood in front of a stand that held several darts that you had to pop balloons with in order to win a prize. The man behind the counter was about to grumble something inaudibly, before he looked up and jumped at the sight of the psychopath in front of him. “Heya, me and my dolly want some darts.” Jerome raises his eyebrows and reaches his hand out, putting out his palm. The man nods swiftly, quickly moving forward to grab them and hand them to the ginger. Jerome sighs contently and smiles, opening and closing his mouth.

As he steadies his dart and pulls it back, he pauses. “Oh, how rude of me,” he starts, playfully. “Ladies first.” His voice went back to normal as the rasp came back. He hands the thin dart to you and moves behind you. You steady your grip and squint one of your eyes to try and get a better view. Jerome was close behind you as you focused, or rather, tried to focus. His close proximity always made you feel dizzy, an affect that he caused that always made him laugh. “Nervous, baby?” He leans down and whispers in your ear, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. A quiet, sinister laugh sounded in your ear in response.

Before you could think any more, you tossed the dart and a loud pop was heard throughout the area. “Well, would’ja look at that!” Jerome smiles and looks over at the popped balloon. “My girl’s got some precision after all.” He teases and pokes you, silently telling you to move out of his way. You follow his unspoken command and move to his side. His left eye closes as he focuses on his target, his tongue moving to rest on his lower lip in concentration. As he takes in a sharp breath, he throws the dart forward and hits the man directly between his eyebrows. “Ha! Still got it!” He cackles noisily, bending back slightly to revel in his comedic act.

Once he gathered himself again, Jerome quickly jumps over the counter and grabs the biggest prize. With an immense smile on his face, he turns back to you and climbs back over the surface. A stuffed animal bat, just a little bigger than the size of Jerome’s palm, was handed to you.

“For M’Lady.” He adds a unique accent to his words, a cheesy grin taking over his lips. He bows as he gives it to you, as if you were a Queen and he was your butler.

“What a gentleman.” You tease, a joyous smile on your face as well. The fabric was soft, seeming to be new. It looked like something you’d see in a cartoon or something a kid would draw, but it was cute. To think that Jerome Valeska stole this for you was more endearing than you care to admit.

“Always am.” Jerome smirks and winks at you, taking your hand in his again. “Besides, once Batsy decides to crash this party, we’ll have that to remember this night.” Subconsciously he squeezes your palm, either the adrenaline to pick a fight with Batman pumping through his veins or the thought of spending more of his life with you causing reality to set in. For once, you were more than positive it was the latter.

“Oooo, look what we have here!” As Jerome turns a corner, a large wall constructs your view. The sign read, “Hall of Mirrors.” Pretty self explanatory. “Why don’t we go have some fun, hm?” He giggles and takes a glance back at you. Something catches his eye behind you as a devilish laugh escapes his lips. You turn and see a dark figure standing several feet away from you. Batman. “Oh, we’ll definitely be having some fun now.” Jerome laughs loudly, the sound seeming to be echoing throughout Gotham.

He tightens his hold on your hand as he runs for the maze, your bat plushie never falling from your grip. You send the masked man a smile and wave the bat at him, almost like you were mocking him.

A great way to end Halloween.

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Yo, Remedy rarepairs and odd fics, am I right?

Hello Remedy fandom! I am a budding fic writer obsessed with the games Remedy has put out (Alan Wake and CONTROL being the main ones, but I do have a soft spot for Max Payne and Quantum Break as well), and would like to write some fics for the fandom. I am also a big fan of writing fics for things most people would probably not even think of due to them being so out there conceptually that they might as well be from the Moon alongside of Fra Mauro. Rare pairings, random scenarios, you know, things other than the few main pairs every fandom inevitably has.

SO. If you have a fic request that you would like to see come true, for a concept or a pair that not many people have written for, hit me up! I will be posting the fics on ao3 under the same username, so if you wish to make a request, keep that in mind. (I have anon asks on, btw. You know, in case you don't wanna out yourself as someone who ships Langston with Fra. Not that I would know anything about that, of course.) ... Where were we? Oh yeah. Hit me up with your weird ideas, if the mood strikes ya!

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Ahh not sure if I'm allowed to request something else, especially so soon (thank you so much for that amazing Gilbert fic btw). But if it isn't too much trouble, may I request prompt 14 from the gesture prompts ("Pressing tiny kisses against your lover’s shoulder while they’re bent over a desk, trying to focus even though your touch is distracting them.") + Chevalier please? Thank you and take care and don't overwork yourself <3 <3 <3

A/N: Happy Belated Birthday, Chevalier 🎈

This is a really old request (sorry @atelieredux that it took me forever and a day to do it 🙈 )

Chevalier x Reader, fluff

Word Count: 772

Chevalier is bent over his desk, working by pale, yellow lamp light. Outside the sky is painted with swathes of stars and one big, bright full moon, doing its best to compete with all the starshine. He, of course, has no time to admire the view. He is busy, always busy, a mind that works ten steps ahead of everyone else’s and never seems to tire.

Your approach is quiet, footsteps muted by the soft, plush carpet. But of course, he knows you are there. He heard you the moment you entered the room. He could smell the soft scent of your bath soap and hear the whisper of your floor-length nightgown. He even knows by the sound which one it is, a confection of white silk and pale blue lace, a remembrance from the last time you traveled to Benitoite.

You finally stop behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. He is stripped down to the soft white and gold tunic he wears to sleep and you can feel the way his muscles respond to your touch under the fabric, tightening slightly as if surprised. He does not stop writing, his white feathered quill making neat, copious notes in the margins of the document in front of him. Leaning forward, you glance at what he is doing.

“Why are you bothering with this? Clavis said he finished drafting this yesterday.” It was a letter to the merchant’s guild, something that fell within his brother’s realm of responsibility.

The quill continues to move, light scratching noises flying from the sharpened tip.

“Clavis’s writing requires a second, third and often fourth revision before it is ready for approval.”

You watch him work another moment, eyes wandering over the orderly, slanted handwriting. And then your lips curve into a slow, almost mischievous smile.

You want his attention.

You have an idea.

You slide your hands across the tops of his shoulders and then down, the corded muscles of his upper arms, tangible through the soft material of his shirt. Bending, you place a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

The quill pauses its tireless writing. “You have eyes. You see I am working.” It resumes its scratching.

“My eyes are closed, my king.” Your voice is the soft, cloying whisper of satin as it slithers to the ground. You drop another kiss onto his right shoulder, this time a few centimeters more to the left. Closer to his neck.

The quill stops again. “Perhaps you should open them, wife.” His words are chiding but you feel the way his body is responding, as if your kisses have started a humming in his muscles, an involuntary purring in his veins. You smile against his shoulder, warmth coiling its way around your heart, meeting the butterfly-wings of excitement you still get whenever you are close to him.

“I’m quite content.” You press another kiss further to the left. The quill is still poised above the parchment, but unmoving. His beautiful, sculpted hand reminds you of marble, strength and elegance in perfect balance. Anyone else, and you would think they are fully immune to your touch. But he is not anyone. He is Chevalier Michel and you have just gotten him to stop writing.

His resolve is precariously close to the edge. Time for the necessary push.

Your fingers curl into the muscles of his arm and your head turns as you lean even closer, your lower body pressed into the hard wood of his chair as you place a kiss against the exposed skin of his neck. You linger invitingly, your lips traveling the line of his heartbeat, the one whose pace is quickening by virtue of your distraction.

The quill flutters from his fingers to the desk, tiny droplets of ink scattering in its wake.

Edge, meet Chevalier.

He moves with the fluidity of a large feline. One moment you're kissing his neck, the next your feet leave the carpet and the room tilts as you are scooped up into strong arms with such speed that you gasp, half in surprise and half in delight, as he strides towards the bed.

“You have distracted the king from his work, simpleton. That cannot go unpunished.” You hear the heat in his words, see the smile that pulls on his tempting lips.

Unceremoniously you are tossed onto the bed. You scramble to push yourself up on your elbows, watching him with bright eyes and cantering heart as he reaches down, pulling his tunic over his head in a single, graceful movement. And then his long, lean body is covering yours and your hands are winding through the moonlight of his hair.

Triumph flows through you, riding growing waves of want.

If this is punishment, may you always be guilty.

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ENHYPEN Series

sarang — yjw.

chapter eight

summary: the love journey of you and mafia boss yang jungwon. after meeting and getting to know you, he grew in love, deeply in love that he will do anything to keep you to himself.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: contains violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other dark stuff. if you can’t take these things, feel free to scroll away. thank you.

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New life.

You couldn’t explain how happy you are for today. You’ve experienced a lot in just a day outside of his home. Today was really memorable for you and for sure a day to be cherished. And it’s all thanks to Jungwon.

Your eyes moved from the street lights over to your intertwined hands. His other hand was over at the steering wheel, maneuvering it while the other one holds your hand delicately. A small smile appeared over your lips and you tightened your hold over his warm hands. Jungwon seemed to notice it because he moved his eyes from the road over at you.

You met his eyes and you don’t know if it’s the dim lights but they seem more affectionate. You smiled warmly at him not uttering a single word. He smiled and lifted your hand and take it near his pretty lips to give it a soft kiss.

“Did you have fun today?”

“Yes. Thank you so much, Jungwon.” you said that made something flickered over his eyes. A strong unexplained emotion that only you have to power to make him feel.

“Anything for you my love.” he mumbled and you both just enjoyed the comforting silence through the whole ride home.

Home. You can’t believe that you have something you can call home. You’ve never thought a day like this would come. You earn yourself your first friend, Injang. You have a place you can call home. You have people around you that respects and treat you well. And of course, you have Jungwon. All of this won’t be possible without him.

When you arrived his mansion, he was the first one to go out as well and opened the door for you. Both of you walked hand in hand towards the main door of his mansion as the bright moon above shines upon you. It was an enjoyable moment.

As you arrived at the floor where your room was, he ordered his men to take the things he bought for you inside your room. It was a lot since after you ate your dinner, you both roamed around the said mall to go for more things you wanted to buy. Whenever he saw your eyes darted over something, he will ask you himself if you want them and once you nod or say yes, he’ll buy it for you with no hesitation.

Jungwon turned you around so you can face him, he moved his hand from your arm over to your waist. He wrapped both of them possessively as he pull you closer to him. Your faces were inches apart as he stare at you with those drunken in love stares of you. It was addicting for you, seeing him looking at you that way.

He raised one of his hands and brushes away some hairstrands so he can look at your face properly. He smirked and put his hand back at your waist, making sure to give them gentle caress.

“How was today?”

“Surreal.” one word to describe the whole day. His smirk grew wider as he placed a soft kiss at your cheeks that made you close your eyes for a while.

He was too close to you but to your surprise, you don’t mind at all. Today, Jungwon had proved you a lot of things. He had proved that he will give you a new life, the new experiences you’ve had today was the start of it and you’re beyond thankful. Jungwon had also proved how he’s willing to do everything just for you. That side of him made you open up to the boy even more.

“Next time, we’ll try other malls. I chosed my friend’s mall because I know you’ll be more comfortable there.” he said that made your eyes grew a bit big.

“There will be a next time?” you asked him with a surprised tone. Jungwon was left silent for a while before he showed you an amused expression.

“We can do it everyday if you want to, baby.” and he smirked afterwards finding it cute that you’re too surprised about that.

Right there and then he thought to himself that he wanted to give you everything. He’ll take you to any place you want, buy you anything you like just so he can see you happy.

You chuckled with a blushing cheeks, “I’m good with doing it once a week. My closet won’t able to accompany a lot of clothes.” you said and Jungwon smirked.

“Let’s make a whole floor of your walk-in-closet.” he said determined to take you to shopping very often.

Your eyes grew big, “That’s too much. I c-can’t even wear them all at once.”

“It’s fine, we have a lot of time to enjoy together.” he mumbled and dropped a kiss over at your forehead.

You pouted and just lets him shower you with kisses. “Okay, but I want us to share the walk-in-closet.”

Jungwon smirked, “You want to see me while I’m changing clothes?” he teased that quickly made you blush your cheeks.

It wasn’t what you’re trying to imply. With your blushing cheeks and flustered face, you pushed him lightly that didn’t made him move away from you. He was too strong for you.

“That’s n-not what I’m trying to do.” you argued while trying to glare at him. He laughed and you almost lose your glares as you admire how beautiful he looks while he laughs.

“Alright, I’m just kidding.” he said, calming you down because you are trying to wiggle yourself out from his hold.

“I’ll call my architect so he can come here tomorrow.” you stopped moving and pouted your lips before you decided to lean down his chest as you enjoyed his warmth. Jungwon placed a kiss over your head and placed his chin at your head.

“Can we please eat at the garden tomorrow morning? I hate it at the dining area, it felt too empty with you sitting down far away from me.” you let yourself say whatever you’re really thinking.

It made a small warm smile appear over his lips. “Sure baby. Whatever you want.” he mumbled.

Soon, he left to give you space and time to rest. You were smiling like an idiot after you closed your door. He’s truly very dreamy. You never thought a mafia can be this soft and gentle and kind and--he’s so perfect for you. Your hand rested over your chest and you can feel your heart beating so fast.

Your eyes then darted over to the paper bags that were placed at the side of your room. Still at trance, you walked over to them and started schecking the boxes. There, you found the pretty clothes and other things that Jungwon had bought for you.

You pulled out an elegant dress and walked over to the mirror to check yourself as you laid in on top of you. You chuckled and did a small twirl before you giggled out of excitment. You let yourself fell over your bed and you stared at your ceiling.

“I’m so happy.”

Jungwon still have this pretty smile as he walked over his office. He took off his coat and hanged it over his swivel chair. He then took off his watch as someone knocked over his door.

“Come in.” he said shortly and Injang came in.

“Goodevening, boss. How’s date night?” he asked with a playful smirk playing over his face.

Jungwon showed a small grin, “It was good. I’ve never enjoyed being in a mall this much.” he said that made the smirk over Injang’s face grew wider.

He is glad to see him in a good mood. Ever since you arrived, he noticed a lot of changes over Jungwon. His patience was pretty good and also he tries to understand you more.

“That’s good, boss.” Injang said.

Jungwon sat down, “Oh right...” he started when he remembers something.

“Call my architect and tell her to come tomorrow morning after breakfast.” Jungwon ordered.

Even if Injang’s wondering why suddenly he wanted to call for his architect, he didn’t ask further questions and just agreed. He then proceeded on updating him about the works Jungwon asked him to do.

“The people you asked me to hire just arrived at the staff quarters this afternoon.” he said and laid a folder over his desk containing the information about those people he hired.

Jungwon opened it and carefully examined each informations about them. One by one, he made sure those people are fit for the job he wants them to do.

Since one of the things he offered you is a new family, he wanted you to be surrounded with people you can trust. He figures it’ll be hard if you’ll be around with his men most of the times. And so he decided to hire some personal helpers that are girls. Some are around your ages and some a bit older than you. In that way, you won’t feel too lonely whenever he’s away.

He gave a short nod after he finishes checking them and then he closed the folder. “How about the other thing I asked you to do?” he asked.

Injang gave him another folder, “The place is now under Ms. y/n’s name, boss. I couldn’t find some of the original staffs but most of them are still living there.” he said reporting.

Jungwon smiled a little as he saw the files Injang he handed him. It’s the land title of the land indicating your name.

“And y/n’s new birthcertificate?” Jungwon asked and Injang smiled a little placing the last folder he’s holding.

He opened it and smiled warmly as he read the details to your birthcertificate.

“Is everything ready for tomorrow?”

Injang nodded his head, “Yes, boss.”

“Good work, Injang. You may now leave.” he said and Injang bowed before leaving the room.

His phone rang and he eyed it for a while before he decided to pick it up.

“Hyung.” he greeted.

“Jungwon! Is this real? I just received an invitation for tomorrow.” he can hear excitement lingering over his Heeseung hyung’s tone.

He smiled a little, “Yeah. Make sure you come.”

“Are you kidding me? I already cancelled our plans tomorrow.”

Jungwon chuckled and felt warm when he heard that from his hyung. It will be really a big deal if they would come tomorrow. It will be an important day not just for him, but also for you.

“Thanks, hyung. Will Jake and Sunghoon hyung, come? They’re both out of the country.”

“I just phoned Jake, he said he booked a flight tomorrow so he’ll be here by afternoon. He also talked to Sunghoon and I heard his plane’s landing by now.” Heeseung said that somehow calmed Jungwon down.

He’s sure his Jay hyung will come. He might find out about it tomorrow because he bet he’s at some bar, partying. His Sunoo hyung already sent a text that he’ll come, so is his younger friend, Ni-ki.

“Thanks, hyung. See you tomorrow.”

Heeseung chuckled, really excited. “Alrigh. I’ll be off to accompany (hs’s y/n) to get her dress for tomorrow.” and both of them bid their goodbyes.

He sighed and rested his back over his swivel chair as a smirk appeared over his lips. His fingers played with it as he reminisce at your moments the whole day. Your smiling and excited face just makes him very happy. He hope tomorrow will also be very memorable with you.

Your eyes faltered as a soft ray of sunshines laid over your eyes. A small smile crawls over your pretty face as you slowly streches out. You went up and moved the curtains to your room so the rays will shines freely inside your whole room.

The chirping of birds can be heard as you lean over your railings looking out at the view beneath you. When you heard a knock by your door, you know it’s time to get ready for breakfast.

You walked over your bathroom to freshen up a little before you went out of your room. You greeted the guards outside your room before you left to strive your way down the big elegant staircase.

Your smile grew when you saw Jungwon talking to Injang at the end of it. Both of them turned their heads at your direction. With a smile you waved at the two of them.

“Goodmorning.” you greeted them happily.

Jungwon’s serious face softens as he smiles and reached out his hand for you. You placed your hand over his as he helped you go down the stairs.

“How’s sleep, beautiful?” he asked softly that made you blush.

He pulled you closer to give you a kiss at your cheeks, your arms wrapped over his nape naturally, starting to get comfortable with his affections.

“It was good. Yours?”

“Fine.” he leaned away and stared at you.

You smiled at him and he does too before he gave your nose another soft bop.

“Let’s go eat some breakfast.” he said and intertwined your fingers.

When you arrived by the garden, they already cooked your breakfast and everything was ready set. With a wide smile, you sat down at the chair Jungwon pulled for you. He sat down at the chair next to you and you’re glad he did.

The breakfast went pretty smoothly. Small talks, asking each other what your plan for the whole day and some other random topics were the ones that occupied your conversations.

While you’re having your dessert, Jungwon signalled Injang something and on cue, some people entered the garden. All of them are new people for you but their smiles don’t made you uncomfy.

“Since I figured you’ll be uncomfortable sometimes with my men, I hired helpers for you.” Jungwon said, introducing them to you.

Your lips gaped as you turn to look at him with a thankful gaze. Yes, you are starting to be comfortable being around with his men but at the back of your mind, you wished you’ll have girls that you can comfortably asked about some girl things. Seems like Jungwon can read you pretty well.

“Really?”

Jungwon pinched your cheeks lightly, “Yes, baby. They’ll be your personal helpers. You can spend time, ask them to accompany you and be around you anytime.” he said and you smiled then gave him a small hug before mumbling a small thank you.

“Can I greet them?” you asked after you leaned away.

And there it goes again... Jungwon’s emotions were getting messed up with those doe eyes and cute tone of yours. He nodded and you squealed a little before you stood up and greets them.

Jungwon watched how you cutely converse with them. You’re way far from the shy and scared y/n he captured from the Cha family. You’re way livelier and he likes it very much.

After you greets them and casually make friends with your helpers, Jungwon asked you to go with him. You entered the room next to his office. This room used to be vacant so you’re wondering why he took you here.

When you entered, the room looked good. It doesn’t have any bed around but instead a lot of books, a desk and some other things needed for studying.

“I hired some teachers that can teach you more about things you wanted to know. They’ll come here whenever you want to, just inform Injang about it.” he said and your smile grew wider.

You’ve always wanted to study! You couldn’t help the overwhelming happiness so you quickly threw him a very tight hug.

“Thank you so much, Jungwon!” you happily mumbled.

He wrapped his arms over your waist before he kissed the side of your head, “Anything for you.”

You leaned away when you heard a knock from outside. Injang opened it and he smiled at the two of you.

“Ms. Kang, your architect had arrived, boss.” he said.

“Let her in.” Jungwon responded shortly before he guided you over to your chair.

With innocent eyes, you looked at him as he leaned over the table caging you. He smiled then brushed away some of your hair.

“Our architect arrived.” your heart raced when you heard him used our once again. It’s been awhile since he started using that word around you. It makes you feel warm and special, thinking he considers you everytime.

“You can talk to her about the walk-in-closet. I already orient her about it sk she’ll know how to guide you.” he said and you started nodding your head like a child. Jungwon couldn’t resist so he gave you a kiss at your cheeks.

“Also tell her the things you want to change around the house.” he said.

You pouted your lips and furrowed your brows as your eyes went over his twisted tie. Your hand reached for it to fix it for him and Jungwon’s heart flutter because of that small gesture.

“Huh? You want me to make change around your house?” you wondered and you looked at him amused.

Jungwon pursed his lips before saying, “Ours, y/n. It’s our house.” he said and smiled at you.

“And yes, I want you to change it the way you like. I want a part of you here in our home.” he said.

You stared at him while feeling your heart beating so fast because of what he just stated. He stared back and nobody was talking for a while.

Your eyes then moved down towards his slightly parted pretty lips. After heaving a sigh, you leaned in and gave him a short peck over his lips.

Jungwon’s eyes grew big at your sudden bold move. When you leaned away, you looked at his eyes to see his reaction and it made you blush. To see his eyes surprised and his cheeks turning pink made you satisfied.

He gulped and looked at your lips. He licked his lips and hearts almost bursting when he taste your balm from it.

“Can I?” he asked.

You felt shy but nodded your head. Jungwon smirked and cupped your face before he leaned in and kiss you this time. The kiss was slow and passionate, like he’s taking all his time. It’s your first kiss with Jungwon and it’s suffocating your heart in a good way.

When he leaned away, his eyes looked drunk in love once again. He smiled, “You taste so sweet.” he said and gave you a short peck, getting addicted.

He leaned away when he heard a knock from the door. Soon Injang entered with the architect. He introduced the two of you and she seemed nice.

“Boss, your car is ready.” Injang informed Jungwon.

He nodded and looked at you. Your heart fell a little when you thought of him leaving but you know he needs to. He turned to look at you.

“I’ll go now. You can just stay here so you both can discuss about it already.” he said and you were about to argue. You wanted to see him off but he dropped a kiss at your forehead and left.

Your mind was playing about seeing him off that you failed to notice the designs his architect was showing you. She watched your worried face before she chuckled a little finding you adorable.

“You can follow him, Ms. y/n.” she said and it seemed like it pulled a trigger for you to stand up.

You run towards the entrance and you even saw some of his men panicked when they saw you in a rush. Jungwon’s car was already moving when you made it outside.

He seemed to notice you so he stopped his car aggresively and went out from his car. His worried expression can be seen as he meets you half way. He cupped your face and furrowed his brows when he saw your almost tearing eyes.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

You sighed, calming yourself down. You feel shy tearing up for something not serious.

“I d-didn’t say drive safely.” you said and Jungwon almost lose his mind when he heard that from you.

“You’re making me crazy, y/n.” he mumbled and leaned in to give you a kiss.

“Drive safely, please.” you mumbled as he wiped off some of the tears.

“I will. Enjoy your day, baby.” he said and smiled before he once again entered his car now having a heavy heart to leave you alone.

You watch how his car disappears before you entered. You sighed and shut your eyes to prevent them to tear up again. You comforted yourself by the thought that he will come home later.

(y/n’s study room and shopping bags)

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