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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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hellooo! i absolutely love your writing, you’re very talented! i was wondering if you could write a aonung x fem!metkayina!reader for me where y/n makes a gift for aonung out of random little trinkets but gets super embarrassed so she quickly lays it on the ground next to him and runs off. idk it just sounds adorable to me! if you can’t do that or can think of a better way to write it than i’m explaining, that’s fine! <333

A Necklace

summary: Y/N is not a well-known member of the Metkayina, yet she yearns for the Olo’eyktan’s son Ao’nung, so she makes him a gift to show her affection towards the boy

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You grew up hearing the story about how your mother courted your father. It was a warm day and your mother had worked for weeks assembling a seashell embellished headpiece for him to wear. Your mother gave it to your father as she confessed her feelings, and your father has yet to remove the headpiece from his body.

You couldn’t help but think of a certain boy when your mother repeats the story to you. Ao’nung. The clan leader’s son. His hair was tied perfectly into a bun, letting his curls out on display, his arms were wide and the way he smiled made your heart flutter.

You talked to him occasionally as you were friends with Tsireya. It was short-lived conversations as you could never keep them going due to the feeling of butterflies in your stomach making you so nervous you felt as if you might throw up.

Whenever he looked at you his eyes shimmered in the sunlight and his skin softly glowed. You were convinced he was the most beautiful man in Pandora. You had to tell him your feelings. Whether he accepted them or not, you had to tell him so the butterflies in your stomach could flourish or they could return back to cocoons and be hidden again.

Going on your daily walk you spotted a beautiful seashell that the tide had only just brought in. It was small maybe the size of your fingertip, shaped in a delicate spiral, it was painted a sage green colour with subtle hints of white striped across it. Picking it up carefully you inspected it. It was really quite beautiful.

The idea hit you like a strong wave. You were going to make Ao’nung a necklace, confess your feelings and pray to Eywa he is kind to your heart. A rush of motivation flowing through your veins, you began to pick up little seashells and rocks you found across the beachfront.

Tsireya spotted you down by the beach and ran towards you. “What are you up to?” She inquired at you. Surprised you took the shells and other things you have found and hid them behind your back.

“Nothing!” You smiled mischievously. You were a terrible liar and Tsireya knew that. She rolled her eyes and quickly span you around seeing the shells.

“Why are you hiding shells? Are they magical?” She joked looking into your tightly shut palm.

“You have to keep this secret, okay?.” You said to her in a hush tone. Tsireya looked at you waiting with anticipation for you to say your secret. “I like Ao’nung and want to make him a gift.”

Tsireya’s lips grew into a smile that soon let out a loud giggle. “Y/N everyone knows you like my brother! You are so obvious with your affections towards him. You’re anything but subtle.” You felt as if your heart dropped to your toes letting out a grumble of embarrassment.

“Shut up about my subtly and never ever let Ao’nung know about this gift, I beg you.” Tsireya nodded patting your shoulder.

“I’d never tell him that. I’m your friend not just his sister.” You thanked her before scurrying off back to your home. Laying down all of the shells on your floor you organised it into a repeating pattern. In the middle was a large white shell that had green designs on the inside of it. On each side you put the small spiral shells you first found. Then finally you found some small beads your mother had made out of clay. Using some string you tied it together and prayed that Ao’nung would accept the gift along with your feelings.

Mustering up at least a tiny bit of courage you walked towards were Ao’nung usually spent his afternoons alone. You’d noticed his habit of sitting on the beach just as the sun began to fall a couple of years before and you always saw him sitting peaceful, letting the oceans breeze calm him.

You walked so that you were a couple of meters behind him and watched him in all his glory. Maybe this is why everyone knew you loved him, you really weren’t subtle on where your gaze was fixated. Seeing him so calm and close to dozing to sleep you walked towards him silently laying the necklace beside him praying he wouldn’t notice you. You slowly backed away from him.

You were sure you gift had been delivered successfully until you stepped on a inconveniently loud twig, snapping it in half. “Shit!” you muttered to yourself seeing Ao’nung startled. “Fuck fuck fuck” you grumbled to yourself trying to walk fast back to the village.

Ao’nung turned to his left to see a beautiful necklace laid out beside him. He noticed the way the shells had been specifically placed and the way the necklace was lightly tied at the end so someone could easily undo it. Looking around he noticed your fast moving figure.

“Y/N!” he shouted. You halted in your tracks cursing yourself and that stupid stick. You waved while slowly waking towards him. It suddenly clicked to him, you made him this necklace. Wait, you made him that necklace. The fact you thought of him enough to do this made his heart flutter, along with the fact he longed for you since the moment he first met you. He smiled up at you. “Did you make this?” He said carefully picking up the necklace as he got himself off the ground.

You nodded at him looking down. Must Eywa punish you so much. This was so embarrassing. You were going to burn that stick in a flame full of fury after Ao’nung rejects you. “I made it for you.” You stated to him feeling as if your stomach resided in your pelvis.

“It is beautiful, thankyou Y/N.” He said looking at it. Your eyes perked up looking up to him smiling to himself. “Help me put it on.” He demanded opening the knot and handing the two side of the necklace to you.

Turning so his back faced you, he crouched slightly. Your arms looped around his neck and carefully tied the necklace together, the shells making quiet clicking noises as they hit his skin.

“There you go.” You smiled up at him, was he really accepting your gift, this must be a dream. “I thought of you when looking at the shells, as they’re so beautiful.” Ao’nung felt like his cheeks were on fire. His heartbeat fast, you thought he was beautiful?

“I do agree, these shells are beautiful. But Y/N nothing could amount to your beauty.” He spoke softly. Inside your heart was ready to take off and burst through your ribs. This must all be fake. It had to be a dream

You blushed covering your face in embarrassment as Ao’nung chuckled at your reaction and grabbed your hands gently to reveal your huge smile. Oh, he could never get tired of that face.

Looking up at his smug face your body filled with courage as you hopped onto your tippy toes to leave a soft peck on Ao’nung cheek. Before he could react, you had run off in embarrassment ready to debrief everything to Tsireya.

“What a weirdo.” He chuckled to himself putting his finger on where your kiss had left tingles on his cheek and left his heartbeat fast as he touched the handpicked shells on his necklace

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authors note: thankq sm for requesting! i hope you liked it

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y0urzayn3 · 2 months

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Genshin Men finally Confess

For everyone who’s still single, (like me) enjoy valentines with these Genshin men

Characters - Zhongli, Ayato, Wriothesley, Diluc, Alhaitham x GN! Reader (separately)

Tw- Kaveh’s is suggestive, but the rest are fluff

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He was the lord of geo, and you assured him throughout the course of the archon war. You helped him carefully strategise and plan his attacks, just as a good adviser should. Like Zhongli, you too dawn a geo vision, one that is tied around your neck with an amber ribbon made of nothing but the finest silk in all of Liyue.

Of course he was aware of the day known as Valentine’s Day, that celebrated nothing but love and bonds.

This, he thought, was the perfect day to confess to you the secrets he had held for so long.

On that day, he calls you to a cliff overlooking the entirety of Liyue, right at the time of dusk.

“Y/n,” he says holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a box of chocolates, “will you make me the happiest man alive and become my significant other?”

He was prepared for rejection, but what he didn’t expect was for you to jump into his arms with an excited squeal and a loud yes.

As the sun set in the background, you two shared your first kiss.

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As the Yashiro Commissioner walked down the familiar roads of Inazuma city, he noticed the heart decorations and couples roaming around, evidently on dates. He tried to picture himself and you, his assistant, as some of them but quickly snapped out of it when he noticed what he was doing. Then he thought, why shouldn’t he spend Valentine’s Day with you? So, as soon as he finished his patrolling, he rushed to you. “Y/n, clear my and your entire schedules for tomorrow, we’re going on a date.” He then practically ran out of the room in embarrassment and left you blushing. Everything after that happened so fast that he didn’t even realise it and now here he is on his first ever date with you. You are at a small boba shop and Ayato decided to tease you by stealing some from your lips. Ayato knows that work is going to pile up after this, but seeing your flustered face makes so worth it.

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Kaveh, a masterful achietect, whose only formidable opponent in the field was you. Although everyone knew you two despised each other, the acting grand sage decided having you two work on a project together might just help you get closer. (He had enough of Kaveh cribbing about something you said or did) To make matters worse, he had you two share the same dorm! Thus, the tedious project began. As you started working with Kaveh, you realised he wasn’t so bad after all. The insults you threw at him each other soon turned to words of affirmation and some flirtatious lines in private. At last, after many months, the project was completed on Valentine’s Day. The two of you decided to go out for a drink to celebrate. The night ended with lipstick marks and hickeys, looks like you two got a lot closer than the grand sage intended huh 👀.

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As the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide, Wriothesley occasionally makes his visits to the surface, to ensure that everything is in order. On one of his visits, he came across your small cafe. As he entered, he was greeted by a homely decor and you, who were standing at the counter. Blissfully unaware of his post, you casually asked him what he would like. It was love at first sight for him. After the incident, he often visited your cafe and the two of you became good friends. He actually loved the dishes you served him so much, he asked you to teach him. So here he was, on the day before Valentine’s, helping you prepare what you would need the next day. Unbeknownst to you, he only insisted as he wanted to whip up a little something for you too— a box of macaroons iced with hearts.

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Alhaitham often looked down on people, he found them to be much less intellectual than he preferred. That was until he met you, someone who was on par with him in academics. But what he truly loved about you, was your bubbly nature. He found himself looking forward to your untimely visits. Then it hit him. Like a downpour of bricks on his head. He liked you, romantically. Luckily for him, he’s read countless romance novels, and already had something in mind. On Valentine’s evening, he took you to Mawtiyima Forest for some stargazing. As the two of you admired the intricate constellations, he whispered a subtle “Isn’t the moon beautiful today?” in your ear. He knew you understood.

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a/n- for those confused, the phrase “isn’t the moon beautiful today?” is a poetic way of saying I love you.

belongs to @y0urzayn3, please don’t steal my work.

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hollythius · 11 months

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IT’S A SYMBOL OF OUR FRIENDSHIP! | secret relationship headcannons

featuring | alhaitam, kaveh, tighnari, childe

prompt | as secret lovers, your favorite pastime is buying incognito matching items for you and your partner. but after so many grandiose, lovingly picked items start to alert your friends— well, what do you say?

tldr | i love secret relationship tropes 🫶 especially when it’s by choice and not necessity. reader is gn, i tried to be funny (it didn’t work), help i cant write any of these characters, uhh enjoy!! reblogs help btw! this got way off topic, uhhhh i’m having fun with these hehe

ALHAITAM — matching rings

the great sage was rarely fond of people, and even rarer was when he purposefully went out of his way to do something for another person. thus, after you had gotten over the initial shock of his confession— wham! he had pulled you aside to hand you a box that held matching rings. you almost fainted, the insanity of your precious haitham not understanding the implications of such jewelry threw you for a loop. however, you accepted it as a sort of promise ring, the silver band wrapped with green, vine-like markings. kaveh was the first to notice. “what’s that you’ve got there?” he smirked. his pointer finger directed at alhaitam’s middle finger where the ring rested. “oh, and what’s this? y/n has one too? oh my!” and alhaitam, sweet, red faced alhaitam, simply said, “it’s a gesture of our friendship!” you shook your head, smiling. kaveh laughed. you knew he was starting to suspect you anyway.

KAVEH — matching earrings

having your boyfriend’s roommate intrude on the two of you was rare, but that didn’t mean it didn’t happen. you were beginning to think it was on purpose— alhaitam was smart, and it wouldn’t take a genius to realize your relationship. (especially with how affectionate kaveh was sometimes) “y/n, help me put them in,” kaveh whines. “hold on, kaveh. here,” you finished putting your own earrings in, before coming over to kaveh. you press a kiss to his temple, which leads to him kissing your wrist— soon the earrings are left forgotten on the vanity and your collective priority is to kiss each other to death. these ministrations hold your attention so tightly that you don’t hear the knock at the door. or the ‘i’m coming in’ from alhaitham. well, he was bound to find out one way or another.

TIGHNARI — matching bracelets

tighnari’s tongue stuck out a little when he was focused— a cute habit of his that you had yet to comment on. now, he was focused on latching a clasp on a bracelet he had bought you. on his wrist was a matching one: gold and green with incredible luster. he was struggling. “need help, nari?” you ask, giggling. “no. m’fine.” he was certainly not fine, with how long it was taking him. “you’re so cute,” you say softly, tighnari looking up at you annoyed. “and?” you laugh again, the clasp on your bracelet still not closed. you kiss the top of his head, chuckling. “i think you need some help, hon.”

CHILDE — matching scarves

the chilly weather of snezhnaya warranted thick coats, long bottoms, and heavy boots. hats or earmuffs were common, but scarves were practically a staple fashion item. they could be worn multiple ways, styled impeccably, and still keep you warm. so when childe gifted you a red scarf that perfectly matched his own, you melted. “is this for me?” you whispered, childe chuckling at the awe in your tone. “uh-huh. look, it matches mine! and red’s a common color here, so it doesn’t look suspicious,” he said. but the real test would be when he was out in public. the red on his face could easily be explained away as from the cold, but you knew that the rosy tint was him blushing. you buried your face in your own scarf, embarrassed. childe just thought it made you look cuter.

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cherryslyce · 1 year

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Unearthed | Regulus Black

Synopsis: You felt your world turn upside down at the revelation that your husband was a wizard, and you get a sense of deja vu when three teenagers appear on your doorstep seeking him out about a locket.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Muggle!Reader

Notes: Not canon-compliant! Word Count: 3.3k

The warbling of sparrows stir from the swaying trees and into your open window, bristles of morning wind brushing against your night clothes. You stare intently at the stove to your side, back pressed against your kitchen island as you mentally count. The glistening finish of your sage-colored tea kettle shone at you as you pace forward to remove the instrument off the flame.

Regulus was still asleep and the last thing you needed was to interrupt his rest because you wanted a cup of tea. As you steadily pour the water into your mug, your mind spirals into a wave of nostalgia.

It had been nearly two decades now since the man stumbled into your life with proper-fitted clothes and a closet of skeletons. You hadn’t met Regulus by any conventional means, having found him stumbling around blindly in front of your house, clutching at his head. You remember that it took a few days for the boy to wake after that night, his lithe figure draped across your couch as the sun rose and set. Those days of waiting felt like centuries now that you thought about it. You had been springing back and forth, debating on running over to the closest town for a doctor, but luckily, the boy woke just as your resolve hardened.

The first thing you had done when Regulus managed to sit up in your living space was offer him a cup of tea, trying to give yourself time to formulate questions as he steadied himself with reality again. He had informed you that night that he had been mugged, and had escaped into the fields within an inch of his consciousness. You had known that he was lying, recognizing that no one was even within a mile radius to do such a thing to him, but you somehow grew to care for him despite your suspicions. After many months of coexisting in your home, with Regulus taking on a good heft of the house chores, he had opened up to you about his family and home life.

You both sat staring into the streaks of flames stirring in your fireplace, the room gradually becoming enveloped in a blanket of grey as the sun sank further along the horizon.

“My parents were not good people.” Regulus murmured into the darkness, eyes trained on the pillars of heaty orange lapping at the blocks of wood and bark.

You gulp and nod along, “Dead like mine, too?”

“Dead to me,” Regulus supplied, hand reaching up to push his curls back as he continued, “I was not pulling your leg when I told you I had been mugged that night. My parents… they stripped me of my freedom and choices. There wasn’t a day that passed by where I could pinpoint my true aspirations or future. Not a day where I could lift the veil that disillusioned me since birth.”

Your lips slant down at the abrupt confession, and you could feel your fingers itching to rest on his hand for comfort. Heaving in a tense breath, you bite the inside of your cheek as you let your curiosity bleed through, “And the rest of your family?”

“The same, but my Uncle Alphie, he was different,” Regulus hesitates for a few moments, and you see his face darken, “so was my older brother.”

Another year after that, he finally cleared up a majority of your suspicions by demonstrating his magic. You went to bed in denial for a week, unable to maintain eye contact with him the whole while as you felt your world flip inside out. Once the reality sank in, you had demanded answers about the secret society that he fled from, trying to wrap your head around the influx of information.

“So… magic.” You breathe out, eyes flying around the perimeter of your kitchen as you lean back against the faded wooden counter.

Regulus allows himself a small small before he drops his gaze down towards his dinner plate, “Yes, magic.”

“Tell me more.” Your tone splintered into brusqueness, leaving no room for Regulus to dodge away.

Regulus, to his credit, seems hardly perturbed by your request. Nodding jerkily, he takes a sip of water before motioning for you to sit across from him, “What would you like to know?”

“Everything. Start from the beginning.” Your words are coated in anticipation, eyes glittering brightly as your mouth sets into a firm line.

Laughter bubbles in Regulus’ throat and he shoots you an indecipherable grin, “As you wish.”

It was a slow process of acceptance, one convoluted with your developing feelings for the boy, eyes no longer seeing a stumbling, comatose boy, but a dependable and bright partner—a life partner.

You both stewed in silent pining and agony for a few more months before the tension boiled and tipped over the precipice one night with a silent kiss by the fireside. As your relationship continued to bloom, you both decided to move toward the city with the last of your savings.

“Are you certain?” Regulus whispers against your lips, eyes trailing across the plane of your face.

You nod and bring a hand to thread through his hair, “I have the money. Besides, a change of scenery would be nice.”

Regulus hums and catches your lips in a swift kiss, bringing his arms to wrap around your figure.

Once you both edge back to breath, he gives you a boyish grin before musing, “Thank you.”

“Good morning, love.” A groggy voice cuts through the air as you squeeze your tea bag against the side of your cup with a spoon.

Swiveling your head over your shoulder, your mouth tugs upwards as you take in Regulus’ disheveled appearance, “Hello, dear. You’re up early today.”

Regulus draws his arms around your waist before kissing your temple as he hums, “Couldn’t sleep without you.”

You huff out a laugh before dropping a hand down to pat his arm, “You don’t have work today, right?” Your eyes drop down to your mug as your head flits through several thoughts about Regulus’ work duties, pleased that the company was flexible, yet you still vied for more.

“Yeah, got the day off,” he murmurs, burying his face into your shoulder, “how should we spend it?”

“The new bookstore around the corner?” You hum as you sip on your tea, noting that the brew of jasmine was much more potent than usual.

Regulus shifts from behind you and maneuvers his chin over your shoulder, “Sounds like a plan. Which reminds me, I should get our bookcase built today, too.”

“Lots to do.” You murmur absentmindedly, not bothered by the fact that Regulus was now inching to take a sip of your tea.

He takes a small mouthful of the cooling beverage before brushing his lips against your cheek, “We have all the time in the world, love.”

“That we do.”

The day seems to speed by in a blur, shrouded with an atmosphere of serenity and bright clouds. Your walk with Regulus through the idyllic streets is bundled with small lingering touches and peaceful silence. As you drift through the bookstore with your husband, you find yourself suppressing a smile as Regulus opts to carry the growing collection between you both, not a peep of complaint slipping past his lips as the sea of pages lengthen in height.

He had always been good to you in that way, and at first you had chalked it up to him repaying you for providing sanctuary, but you soon learned that such manners were practically instilled in his bones.

As you both trail towards the check-out line, an idea strikes you and causes you to hum audibly. Regulus peers over at you with an inquisitive gaze, curiosity barred by the need to shuffle forward in line.

“Dear, we should invite Severus over for dinner.” You mutter in hopefulness, feeling a familiar mawkish pang bud in your chest. Regulus maintained few ties to his life before you, but Severus had been a near constant presence in your life ever since you encouraged him to invite someone to your wedding. You had initially been nonplussed by the doleful man, aware of the turmoil and despair that practically radiated off of him, but you grew to care for him nonetheless.

“We have to build our bookshelf, no?” Regulus hums with consideration, eyes steeling as he notices a fussing customer holding up the line.

You wave him off and lift a finger to run along the spines of books in his arms, “Severus can help us if anything. It’s good to get things done without certain abilities every once in a while.”

Regulus’ lips flicker into a minute grin as he nods, “I’ll send for him when we return home, but he did say he would be rather occupied for a while last time we corresponded.”

You bite the inside of your cheek at the thought, a tidal wave of unease washing over you, “I hope everything is alright.”

“Severus is quite capable, he’ll be okay.”

The lingering traces of worry that pervade your mind fail to dissipate as you walk hand-in-hand with Regulus, the both of you intent on heading home as quickly as possible as streaks of grey clouds roll across the sky.

A sense of foreboding coils around your nerves as you tread closer towards your destination, head thrumming as the sound of your shoes clicking against the concrete permeate into the air. Regulus seems to share your feelings of inexplicable unease as you feel his grip tighten on your hand.

As you both round the corner of the street and near your front door, you feel yourself stop in your tracks as three figures come into view.

“Reg?” Your words are barely above a whisper as confusion ousts your previous apprehension.

Regulus mirrors your feelings, and his perplexity is palpable as he slowly inches forward, “Just some kids, I think.”

You both mutely compose yourselves as your pacing resumes. As your footsteps echo into earshot for the trio, they all spin around with wide eyes. Your eyes drop down towards the redheaded boy’s hand, gaze narrowing as you discern the outlines of a wand.

Regulus seems to draw the same conclusions and he steps in front of you as his eyebrows furrowed together, “Hello, can we help you?”

The three kids, probably no older than 18, share silent looks before the curly-haired girl steps forwards and nods, “Yes, hello. We’re looking for Regulus Black, do you happen to know where we can find him?”

Your thoughts sputter and whirl as your gaze burns into Regulus’ head, trying to correctly assess the situation at hand. It was entirely possible that these newcomers were enemies seeking to drain Regulus of his life, but it was also plausible that they were completely harmless and you were overestimating the danger and animosity of wizards in general.

Regulus seems to stew over the same dilemma, and you catch the calculative look that flashes across the girl’s face as she considers your husband’s hesitance. You decide to interject into the tense silence, not wanting to see the situation escalate, “Hello, I’m Y/N. Sorry, we don’t get many visitors in the neighborhood. Are you all a part of a youth group? A church? Unfortunately, if this has to do with fundraising, I don’t think the Black’s are interested, neither will most residents on this street. Perhaps, you can try with the Miller’s down over at that blue house.”

You plaster on an assuring smile as you point over to yonder, feeling Regulus inch towards you until he was practically pressed against your back. The girl hesitates and looks over her shoulder at her companions as they silently begin to communicate again with wide eyes and emphatic eyebrow raises.

Finally, one of the boys steps out and into direct view. Your eyes run across his face, catching against his round glasses and black fringe. Regulus tenses against you as the boy peers towards him with striking green eyes, and you’re almost too entranced by their vividness to stay on guard.

“My name is Harry Potter.”

The announcement does absolutely nothing for you, but you feel Regulus’ breathing hitch before he relaxes. Your husband brings his hand to rest atop your shoulder as he adjusts the paper bag in his grip, “I see the resemblance now, Harry Potter. Why don’t we all head inside?”

You mask your bewilderment at the invitation, turning to send a questioning glance at Regulus. The man merely shoots you a look of conflict before he guides you towards the front door.

As the trio awkwardly shuffle into your house, lingering in your entryway, you shoot them a small smile before beckoning them inside. You still had your reservations, but it seemed that Regulus recognized them — or Harry, to some extent.

The girl slowly walks further into your home, stopping in front of your living room as she glances at the large box propped up against the wall.

“Ah, we were planning on building a bookshelf.” You supply, bringing a hand to run across the nape of your neck.

The girl nods and sends you a shy smile, “I’m Hermione Granger.”

“Y/N Black.”

Your name seems to drop some intangible bombshell on the three young wizards as they all peer at you with wide eyes. Clearing your throat you turn towards the ginger as you gesture towards the couch, “You can all sit. And I don’t believe I got your name earlier.”

They all trudge towards your couch and the boy nods towards you, disbelief still painting his face, “Ron Weasley.”

“A Weasley and a Potter. Interesting.” Regulus’ voice emits from behind you, evidently finished with putting your newly purchased books away. He approaches the living room and stops to stand beside you, eyes assessing the three as they shuffle uncomfortably under your husband’s scrutinizing gaze.

You turn to look at him, nudging your hip against his, “Care to explain?”

“After we get answers,” Regulus murmurs, eyes trailing towards the loveseat, “Come, love.”

As you both settle on the cushions, Regulus immediately bypasses formalities, still uncertain about your guests’ presence, “So, there must be a reason that we’re meeting this way, Mr.Potter.”

Harry visibly gulps at the intense look in Regulus’ eyes, clearing his throat as he leans forward, “Yes, we’ve come because of this,” you tilt your head to the side as the boy fishes out a pendant from his pocket before he holds it up to you both.

Regulus’ hand drops to your thigh as he hums, “I see.” His tone indicated a lack of surprise, yet an unwillingness to indulge. You knew Regulus’ ways of dancing around conversations well.

“You have the real one.” Harry’s words are firm, eyes stormy as he seems to drift into thought.

“So you have come to find me, and pray tell, how did you find me?” Regulus’ flinty words have Harry retreating back imperceptibly, eyes flickering away to consider his answer.

“Well, you used quite a bit of magic to make this.” Harry clears his throat, slowly retracting the dangling locket from the air.

Regulus quietly huffs through his nose, leaning back as he hums, “Tracking spells. Of course. I assume you’re here for the real deal then?”

Your mind was spinning in circles as you tried to keep up with the conversation, having half the mind to be disconcerted by how you both were effectively tracked down by three kids. Hermione licks her lips before leaning forward to address Regulus, eyes scanning him with confusion, “How did you survive that night, sir? If what Harry told us was true, that cave…”

“You lot aren’t the sort to dawdle, are you?” Regulus muses, fingers brushing down to your knee, “To answer your question, Ms.Granger, I received some help that night.”

“Help?” Ron interjected, eyebrows raised in perplexion as he glanced at Harry for an answer.

At Regulus’ admission, you redirect your attention to him, lips furling into a faint frown as you question all the hidden facets of his life. Of course, you knew the foundational details about the magical world, and perhaps tidbits of his past, but the avenue of conversation unfolding before you was completely foreign.

Regulus peers at you for a brief moment before he nods, “Yes. Severus helped me. He gave me the antidote for the potion inside of the basin.”

Ron sputters at this. “Severus? As in Snape?” He spins to look at Hermione who looks equally dumbstruck, yet she steadily caps away her shock with a hum of acknowledgment.

Harry nods slowly as he runs his thumb over the pendant in his palm, “He’s a traitor.”

You gape at the uninhibited jab, wanting to insert yourself into the exchange to defend your friend. Regulus pats your knee before steadily riposting, “Self-servitude finds companionship in loneliness.”

“Is that the life motto for all you snakes?” Ron mutters, hands clasped together as he leans his elbows on his knees.

Regulus seems hardly fazed by the boy’s acrid tone, eyes slowly rising to gaze away, “You know us Slytherins. Self-preservation and then some.”

“To see the right and not to do it is cowardice.” Hermione blanches, mouth set into a thin line as she examines the wall opposite of her.

“Confucius.” You muse, hand trailing down to cover Regulus’.

Regulus nods and gives Hermione a look of consideration, “Gryffindor, then.” The girl nods in confirmation before tilting her head, causing Regulus to continue his train of thought, “I was a bit partial to betting on Ravenclaw. I suppose you hear that often. That being said, I implore you to examine the nuances to Severus’ situation. I can assure you, he is not your enemy.”

The three teenagers seem to sink into their thoughts and Regulus takes this as his cue to slowly push himself up, giving your knee a parting squeeze as he huffs, “I do hope you all know how to destroy it, and I hope you’re able to accomplish your endeavors, Harry Potter.”

Without waiting for a response, Regulus cascades out of the room and up the stairs, only the sound of his muffled footsteps occupying the hushed atmosphere. You slap your palms against your knees as you begin to get up too, mouth slanting into a small smile, “Would any of you like some tea?”

The shock from the impromptu visit from the three teens stew in the air long after they departed from your home, eyes glistening with determination as Regulus relinquished the mysterious locket to them. A lingering itch of curiosity occasionally swept through your head, but you figured that there would come a time when answers would be granted to you.

You just hadn’t figured such a time would arise so soon after. Not even a week after meeting Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley, another novel face was taking residence by your front door.

“Hello, may I help you?” You asked pleasantly, propping your hip against your door frame as you balanced a stack of towels by your side.

The man surveys you with poorly concealed anxiety before he clears his throat and nods, “Hi, I’m looking for a Regulus Black. I was told he lives here.”

You tilt your head and look over your shoulder at the clock, “Yes. He won’t be home for another hour or two. May I ask how you know him?”

“My name is Sirius. Sirius Black. I’m, uh, his older brother.”

Shock flashes across the forefront of your mind at the man’s words, and you barely thread together any semblance of composure as you nod, “Please come in, I think a much needed chat is in order.”

“Thank you.” He breathes out, straightening his coat with a gulp.

“My pleasure, Sirius. I’m Y/N Black, by the way. Which, I suppose, makes you my brother-in-law.”

“Wait—I'm sorry, what?”

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moonchildstyles · 10 months

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rosemary masterlist

rosemary

harry has a lot of secrets and has perfected the art of being alone. y/n likes to wear bows in her hair and tries harder than anyone harry has ever known.

including: some bad dreams, a baker!y/n, and cheese :) wordcount: 14.5k+

hyssop

y/n made harry want to try, even if he didn't always believe he deserved the chance

including: harry walking her home, time at the library, and soft stuff :) wordcount: 11.5k+

sage

harry knew the past would catch up one day. he just hoped it wouldn't be today.

including: walks home, first kisses, and photos wordcount: 11.5k+

lovage

the past finally caught up with harry and now y/n might have to pay for it

including: a getaway, tears, and bad dreams wordcount: 16k+

thyme

harry's tired of hiding. y/n's here to listen

including: confessions, blood and gun mentions, showering together, and lots of tears wordcount: 11.4k+

vervain

harry goes home for the first time

including: some tears, some kisses, smut (mutual masterbation, liiiiiiight bondage (he holds her hands up), and kissing !), and cats! wordcount: 14.9k+

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Though I Know My Heart Would Break

Request: For the poll that Legolas won! You guys sent in a few prompts, I've incorporated: sick (injured, rather) fic, hurt/comfort, everyone lives, and reader confesses first! Hope you guys like it! (Title is from Hozier's Francesca that has me in a chokehold)

Legolas x Reader

Gender-neutral reader

Content warnings: Mild injury (no overly graphic descriptions)

3.7k words

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You walked through the forest, ducking under the cedar branches, weaving between the cypresses. The air was rich with the scent of herbs — thyme and sage, marjoram and parsley. The late afternoon sun filtered in through the canopy, specking the forest floor with light. Legolas’ footsteps were silent on the soft ground, but the steady clopping of the horse he was leading reassured you of his presence.

With the coronation over, and Eowyn and Faramir wed, attention was turned to restoring Minas Tirith and setting up a settlement at Emyn Arnen. You and Legolas were tasked with surveying the land and forests around Emyn Arnen. Sam was curious about the plants, hearing how new and different they were to those back in The Shire, but Frodo’s reluctance to stray further than the Citadel kept him in Minas Tirith.

You paused by a cluster of pink rockfoils, thumbing the thin stems before plucking a few small flowers and tucking them into a waxed pouch.

“Mellon nin,” Legolas said, sounding half-amused, half-exasperated, “Why do you pause and pluck? You have been doing so since we arrived. ”

“They’re for Sam. He might have agreed to stay in Minas Tirith, but I saw the shade of disappointment in his eyes. I thought perhaps I could bring the forest to him instead.”

His lips tugged up at the corners. “And what will you give the forest in return?”

“What do you mean?” You frowned and stood.

He smiled, soft and knowing, eyes wandering over the barks and branches. “These trees have been left at peace for many years, the bushes and shrubs untouched. They are not used to wandering fingers and restless feet.”

You glanced down at the patch of rockfoils, the decapitated stems looking more brutal in light of Legolas’ words. Your lips twisted and he chuckled, and your eyes drifted back to him.

He had always been so full of light and laughter, even during the endless days and dark nights, even after Gandalf fell, even after the hobbits were taken. Ethereal, that was what people said of the elves. Otherworldly.

But he looked so human, so normal, standing in a patch of sunlight, laughing at the concerned expression on your face. There were smudges of dirt on his boots, dew dotting the bottom hem of his cloak, and even a small leaf lodged in his hair.

Yes, Legolas has always just been Legolas to you.

Perhaps that was why it had been so easy to lose your heart to him. How could you not? While the others regarded him with a deference, or awe in the hobbits’ case, or even confusion at his elf customs, he had never truly seemed so different to you. His eyes, brown and alive in the light, still crinkled at the corners when he smiled. His voice, low and melodious, still cracked when he spoke of sorrows. And his hands, delicate and strong, still bore soft calluses from his bow.

The last couple of days had been so indulgently wonderful. Without the threat of war or the constant need for secrecy and vigilance, being out in the wilds once more was soothing. It was a great secret joy, of course, that you had Legolas’ undivided attention.

He had been more loose limbed and free with touches. Hands grazing yours as you walked, his knee against yours while you sat. His eyes too, seemed to melt into an amber by the fire, a tenderness in his gaze. It felt as though the seed of friendship had slowly, slowly, started to grow into something more.

“Shall we continue on?” He said, and inclined his head towards the distant sound of water. “We can set up camp and leave our things while we walk the forest.”

You nodded and smiled before looking away, eyes scanning the forest floor before they landed on a patch of flowers. They were strange looking, three pronged with large paper-like petals. You knelt by them, carefully cutting the blooms with your knife, and idly said, “It is beautiful here, is it not?”

He hummed in agreement. “I could envisage residing here for a time, should Faramir allow it.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder and chuckled. “You should speak to Sam. Aragorn has already consulted him on some of the gardens in the Citadel, it would not surprise me if Faramir would ask him to Emyn Arnen to design something.”

“Those flowers,” he began, stepping closer and inspecting them, “they are… strange. I do not know what they are, and perhaps it would be better to leave them be.”

“Are they poisonous?”

He leaned in and sniffed them. “No, but as I said before, this forest is unaccustomed to such things. Gifts must be freely given, and what is not must be a fair exchange.”

You dropped them into the pouch and laughed, continuing through the forest. There was a strange note in his voice, something older, wiser, than the Legolas you knew. But what harm could there be in a few cuttings? The forest was vast; a few flowers and leaves here and there would not be any loss at all. “Come now, Legolas, you speak as though —”

A stone caught your toe, your knee buckled, and you fell to the ground. Sharp pain jolted up your wrists and knees, then a hot stinging spread across your palms and shins. You blinked, eyes focusing and unfocusing on the rotting leaves in the dirt, before warm hands rested between your shoulder blades.

“Are you alright?” Legolas said, crouching and easing you back into a sitting position. You stared at him, eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips. Had he always had such beautiful lips? “Mellon nin, are you alright?”

“Yes… I —” The shock of tingling subsided from your hands and legs and only a dull throbbing remained. You looked down at your knee, the same knee that had been shot, and found your trousers ripped and the old wound reopened. It was not as bad as the initial wound, though still relatively deep, and was bleeding sluggishly through the matted dirt. “Oh, I’m… bleeding.”

His eyes darted from your knee to the divot in the ground where a leaf caught in your fall was stained with blood. His lips tightened before he let out a soft sigh. “It is as I said: a fair exchange.” An easy smile spread across his face, the hand on your shoulder loosened its grip, and his voice took on a merry lilt. “However, I do not believe we will have any more trouble on our little trip here.”

The shock of the fall had subsided and you looked at the pouch still clutched in your fist. “Well, I suppose I should make the most of it then, and collect what I can for Sam.”

He laughed, squeezing your shoulder affectionately. “Never one to pass up an opportunity. Come, let us set up camp by the river and have a look at your wound. I do not wish for the matrons at the Houses of Healing tomorrow to claim I have neglected you.”

He pulled you to your feet, and looped an arm around your waist to help you hobble along. His arm was warm, his grip firm but gentle. Pressed up against him you could smell his scent, something fresh like grass or water, unsullied even by a couple of days in the forest. The both of you found a suitable spot under shelter by the trees, and after tying the horse up, he led you to the banks.

His nimble fingers pried apart the shredded remains of the fabric by your knee and started to wash the wound. He dressed it with some honey from his pack and untouched moss from the forest floor and some spare wrappings you had in your supplies for such an eventuality.

While he worked, you watched his hands. Long and lithe, they were precise and delicate with their motions. If only you could reach out, and lay your hand on top of his, to sweep your thumb over the back of his knuckles. But your hands were still muddied, and the new closeness you shared with him was too new and too tenuous for something like that.

Legolas set up camp with a practiced efficiency, and soon the both of you were sitting beside each other by the fire, eating your supplies of bread and cheese. The fire crackled and popped, and around you the forest became alive at night. Owls hooted in the trees, and critters rustled in the bushes, and then, very softly, Legolas began to sing.

The words were lost on you, but the melody was enough. The notes drifted in the air, curling around you, seeping into your skin. It sounded slow and adoring, leisurely and lazy, and the sensation of lying on sun-warmed grass, your lover’s touch skirting up your arm, filled your body. You leaned back on your arms, sinking into his voice, letting it carry and caress you.

When the last few words rang in the air, you opened your eyes. Legolas was looking at you with a fond expression, eyes half-lidded and lips in a soft smile.

“That song,” you whispered, “what is it about?”

His smile widened and he said, “I’ll tell you another time perhaps.”

Legolas stood on one of the parapets that overlooked the entrance to the Houses of Healing. Your wound was not healing as well as it should, most likely because of how bad the initial arrow wound was, and you were getting it redressed by the matrons. He sighed and let his eyes wander from the stone flagstones, to the rooftops, to the plains. In truth, the sight of your flesh, angry and inflamed, shook something in him. Even something as minor as your wound, was enough of a risk for infection, for fever.

Humans were so fragile, so… final.

He blinked at the thought. Yes, of course, how could he forget? Humans were mortal. Boromir was, Aragorn was. Even the merry little hobbits and Gimli were. How strange to think that such a thing slipped his mind when it came to you, but it was far too easy really.

There was a vitality that seemed to pour from your being, an almost stubborn resilience, especially in the grim shadow of misfortune. It was the way you would play with the hobbits, even after a long day of walking, or grit your teeth and carry on, even harrowing experience after harrowing experience. When you smiled, the day was better, brighter, and he always found himself trying to get another laugh from you.

And yet… such a light could be so easily snuffed out.

He shifted on his feet and watched as you limped from the Houses of Healing. He had intended to go with you, but Sam had wanted to discuss garden plans, and Boromir had gone with you instead. He was about to raise his arm and call out to you, when a figure emerged from behind the line of trees. Boromir walked towards you with outstretched arms and pulled you into his side and helped you along, vanishing from his sight beyond the trees.

Ever since the end of the war, it had felt as though things were shifting between him and you. It was only small, nearly imperceptible changes — softer smiles, more frequent dinners alone, hands that reached and fingers that brushed. And yet… Why did it feel as though you were on the other side of something he could not cross?

He thought of the cry of the gulls, the perpetual tugging at his heart for the sea. Oh, how he wished he had never heard them. Was this how Arwen felt all the time? Longing, aching. She was happy with Aragron, he knew, but sometimes he would catch her gazing out of a window, eyes forlorn and smile sad. Aragorn knew, understood even, and in those moments he left her to her quiet longing, never hurt or bothered, and welcomed her into his arms when she went back to him.

But would you understand? Could you accept that there would always be one part of him that belonged to the sea, to the distant shore he would never reach? Or would it be a burden to ask such a thing of you? Maybe you would be better off with someone… mortal. He sighed and wandered back towards the Citadel proper.

“Boromir, this is unnecessary. Put me down!” Your laughter rang out and you and Boromir emerged onto the courtyard. You were in his arms, limbs flailing as he wrangled to keep you held properly. “Boromir, I — oh, Legolas.”

“Ah, Legolas,” Boromir said as he gently replaced you back on the ground. “I return them to your care.”

He forced a smile onto his face. “How is your leg?”

“Mild infection but nothing to worry about,” you said, hobbling over to him.

He instinctively reached out and wrapped an arm around your waist. You were warm underneath his hand, warmer than usual, and you smelled strongly of herbal poultice. He could detect traces of burdock and comfrey, and underneath it all, the smell of you. He took a greedy breath, filling his lungs with proof of your life. “You should be resting. Let us go back inside.”

“I’ve been inside the past week. I’m bored to death,” you grumbled. “Let’s sit outside for a while.”

He helped you to one of the stone benches and you collapsed onto it, hissing in pain. You gingerly stretched your leg out and sighed as you settled. He sat next to you, his eyes lingering on your knee.

“Oh, stop fussing. It’s quite minor, really.”

“I have seen men succumb to infection from unassuming cuts. I do not think I will rest easy until you are fully healed.”

He followed the line of your leg up to your waist, then shoulders, and along your jaw and lips, up to your nose and eyes. Such beauty, destined to fade, to vanish from the world forever. How could he bear it? How could anyone?

“What is on your mind, my friend?” You asked.

“I was just thinking about the fading nature of men. I do not know how your kind bear it.”

“Death?” You chuckled. “But elves can die too, can they not?”

“Yes, but… it is not in our nature. In peace times, it is very rare for our kind to die. For men… even now, where there is no suffering any longer, you still experience the sting of mortality.” His chest constricted. “How can one stand to behold love and light, knowing it will vanish?”

“It is because they do not last, that we relish in them.”

“Even if it will bring you pain later?”

You smiled, gentle and indulgent, and placed your hand on top of his. His shoulders relaxed at your touch, the tension seeping out of his muscles. He wanted to capture the moment, to bottle it somehow, keep the image of you with the sun on your eyelashes and the feeling of the softness of your skin forever preserved.

“Yes,” you whispered, “even then.”

Something shifted in his heart, just slightly, and a smile crept onto his face. Yes, he thought, especially then.

“Sam,” you said, surveying the small garden. He had done a good job with it — the shrubs were well trimmed and flowers burst in orange and yellow all around. “Are you certain it will look good?”

He nodded and grinned. “It’ll look real pretty with some candles about. I still remember what it looked like in Lothlorien. We don’t ‘ave the sort of fancy holders and the like, but I’ll do my best.”

You smiled and laid a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t know how to thank you for this. I would do it myself but my knee…”

“No thankin’ needed. If anything, I should be thanking you. You brinin’ me those plants and flowers, even when the forest didn’t like you doin’ so.” His eyes fell to your knee. “I’m real sorry it caused you such trouble.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” You chuckled and patted him on the back. You looked around the garden again, trying to imagine the candles and cushions that Sam said he’d arrange for the night time picnic you had planned. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

“I think he’ll love it. Mighty romantic, if I can say.”

You shifted on your feet, stomach suddenly lurching. “What if I’m mistaken, Sam? I’m not sure I could bear the embarrassment.”

The last week or so had been so lovely it had felt like a dream. Nearly every night, Legolas had invited you to sit with him at the top of some tower or parapet. He would point and tell you stories of the stars and of the elves that had come before. There were so many instances where he would lean in close, eyes half-lidded, and talk in a low, murmured tone. You would watch his lips, and watch as he watched yours. But then he would draw back and glance away.

“The elves are funny folk,” he said with a sigh. “I couldn’t tell you what might be goin’ on in Legolas’ mind, but I doubt he would be spendin’ so much time with you if he didn’t have some… reason to do so. If you catch my meaning.”

“I hope so, Sam. Well, I’ll leave you to it. I need to go to the kitchens to see what cheese and fruit they might be able to spare me.”

He gave you an encouraging smile and with a little wave, you set off downstairs.

The sun was just setting when Sam called you back to the garden to assess what he had prepared. Candles were dotted all around the courtyard, separated on candelabras and clustered in small groups around the picnic blanket. Plush cushions were laid out and there were little white flowers scattered on the soft wool, perfuming the air with the faint smell of jasmine.

“Sam,” you gasped. “This is — I cannot —”

“I’ll be takin’ your speechlessness as a compliment?” He smiled shyly and ducked his head. He reached for the picnic basket in your hand and placed it on the blanket. “There, now it’s complete.”

“I’ll repay you for this Sam, I promise.”

He blushed. “Like I said before, there’s no need. Anyway, I best be hurryin’ along. Wouldn’t want Legolas to stumble upon me here and get any wrong ideas.”

You laughed and he vanished back inside. You limped over to the blanket, wincing a little as you lowered yourself, and tried to slow your breathing. Legolas would come, wouldn’t he? What if he took one look at the scene and fled? You shook your head. No, he wouldn’t do that. If you were truly mistaken about his feelings towards you, he would tell you gently and bear you no ill will.

“Mellon nin,” Legolas said from behind you and you turned, heart thumping in your chest. His eyes were wide and a slow smile was spreading across his face. “I received your message. Why have you asked me here?”

You swallowed. Did he not know? “Is it… is it not obvious?”

“I have an inkling, perhaps.” He wandered over, his steps lazy and relaxed, and sank onto the cushions. The tightness in your chest eased a fraction. “But I do not wish to presume what may or may not be in your heart. Will you not give me the truth?”

“Legolas, I…” You cleared your throat. By the Valar, why was it so difficult to speak? He arched an eyebrow at you and you glanced away, speaking more to the picnic basket than to him. “I… care for you. A great deal.”

He took your hand, and you dared to lift your gaze. He beamed at you, and then a flash of mischief entered his eyes. “As a friend?”

You scowled at him. “Do you often plan candlelit picnics for your friends, Legolas?”

He laughed and pressed his lips to the back of your hand. They were soft and warm, his breath hot on your skin. “I am teasing, meleth nin.”

Heat crept up your neck and you tried to withdraw your hand. He held fast and planted a line of kisses up, up, up, from your wrist to your elbow to your shoulder. His eyes were almost sparking in the dim, the dots of candlelight flickering in his dark irises. He kissed your jaw and your nose and your temple before dipping his head to capture your lips.

He kissed slow and languid, as though savouring the feeling of you against him. He tasted tart and sweet, no doubt from the berry and honey biscuits you knew he liked to snack on. The strange tension in your stomach snapped and vanished, and you melted under his touch. His growing smile made you giggle and your teeth knocked against his, making him laugh.

“I am curious about what you have in that picnic basket of yours,” he murmured. “There will be time for such enjoyment later.”

A flush coloured your cheeks. “I suppose it would be a waste if we simply ignored all the food I prepared.”

“Though, before we continue, I must ask you a question first,” he said, growing grave and serious. His eyes drifted down to your joined hands, and he brushed his thumb over your knuckles. “Could you bear being with me, living with me, when part of my heart is forever owned by the sea?”

You reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “My love, could you bear to be with me? If you stay, you will fade.”

“It would be a worse fate to live eternity without you,” he whispered. “That I could not bear.”

“Legolas…” It seemed all the more tragic that he, of all people, should die. He was light and joy and the thought of him growing cold and dim wrenched at your heart. “You deserve to… I cannot…”

“I have made my choice, meleth nin. Let us be happy together.” He cupped your cheek, a smile spreading across his face. His eyes were soft, but certain, his touch gentle but sure. He kissed the tip of your nose, chuckling, before he slanted his lips against yours. The kiss was chaste and quick, and all the more sweeter for its casualness.

“For however long we have,” he murmured, “let us be happy.”

“Alright,” you said. You rested your forehead against his, inhaling his scent, breathing his breath. Yours, for now, for ever. “For however long we have.”

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ok but what is it about the immortality of elves that has me appreciating/relishing/romanticising our mortal lives. i swear this is the second time ive done this with legolas.

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I found “Secret Confessions to a Sage” comic from The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom by accident but I really fall in love with it!!

So, to celebrate the Draw in your Style! hosted by @kenneduck , I wanted to participate and tried my best to draw her beautiful piece of art on my own!!

If you ever have the chance to read her comic, do it!! It’s a treasure for real!!

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Wedding season

(Spencer Reid x reader)

Summary: You and Spencer get invited to a friend's wedding who happens to have a secret agenda: getting Spencer to confess his love for you.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: none!

Word count: 1,990

a/n: I love this song so much y'all, highly recommend listening while reading.

Perfectly assembled bouquets of carnations, baby's breath, and most notably, white tulips, elegantly wrapped with dainty threads of sage green ribbons adorned the carefully set tables, on which sat calligraphed name cards placed on lace table runners.

It went without saying that your friend Lily, the bride, gave the best wedding planner money could buy a run for their money. She was nothing short of a visionary, and the picturesque venue she orchestrated proved just that. It was nestled in the heart of a serene garden and every avid pinterest enthusiast mom within a 5 mile radius would drool at the sight.

The two of you always talked down on white-themed weddings because of how overdone they were, but as the years went by, you both started to incrementally understand the appeal, they were flexible, and easily customizable. She was able to add her own personal flair by adding in a little splash of sage green. That splash, excluding the ribbons, was your attire. All the bridesmaids were dressed in sage dresses, and the groomsmen with ties to match.

Everybody and their mother was rushing to get married, considering wedding season was about the wrap up. It made sense, the weather wasn't as hot and there was a wider variety of vendors to choose from, so you should be surprised Lily was able to pull this off with the traffic but she was a very plan-oriented person and she expected you to mirror that. Hence, you knew exactly what to expect out of this day, down to the seating chart. What you weren't expecting, though, was seeing Spencer Reid there. The two of you had been coworkers for a while now, and found yourselves becoming close friends over time. You enjoyed his company, and loved how the eccentric ramblings he'd go on seemed to have no end.

The gears in your head started turning, trying to find an explanation as to why he was here, you didn't mind of course, you just found it odd how you weren't aware he was coming, especially considering how the guest list was practically printed on the back of your eyelids. Spencer was also more your friend than he was Lily's, they were acquainted, but not to the extent where he would show up to her wedding unannounced. Besides, it wasn't something he would do anyway. The most logical explanation was that he was a last minute addition so he wasn't accounted for, it still didn't make sense considering Lily's nature, but that's what you decided to chalk it up to for the time being.

He was clad in a well-fitted suit and had his hair styled in groomed chocolate waves that complimented his features. You noticed that he didn't forgo his staple converse shoes and mismatched socks, which amplified his endearing, awkward appeal. You weren't blind, Spencer was undeniably charming, and there was just something about him in a suit that had you weak in the knees. You developed a small, benign crush on him over the period of time you'd known each other, but you didn't want to jeopardize the friendship the two of you had.

"Hey, Spence." You walked up to him from behind, nudging him on the shoulder. He swiftly turned around, greeting you with a wide smile, a smile you didn't see yourself getting tired of in the foreseeable future. "Y/N!" Spencer embraced you in a warm hug, you never got over how healing his hugs were. "You look beautiful, by the way." You smoothed out your dress and smiled at him, "Thanks Spence, you clean up well yourself." A downward smile took over his face, indicating that he appreciated the compliment. "Lily really knows what she's doing, this place looks like it was cut out of a Pierre-Auguste Renoir painting." Spencer mused.

"Uh huh" you slowly nodded, pretending you had the slightest clue what he was talking about. You appreciated the obscure references he always made, and found yourself learning a thing or two every time he opened his mouth. You also loved how he was never condescending whenever he shared what he knew with others.

The two of you started taking a stroll around the garden, watching the guests slowly pour in, and stare in awe at the venue. Although it wasn't your wedding, you felt a sense of warmth inside, knowing the blood, sweat, and tears your friend poured into making it all happen and witnessing her efforts finally come to fruition.

The ceremony was about to commence, and you took your place near Lily, and gazed at your friend, who made the most radiant bride. Tear-provoking vows along with promises of unconditional love and commitment were made. Despite the immersive exchange of love and feelings, your mind couldn't help but selfishly drift to your own. You caught yourself staring longingly at Spencer. You were always realistic when it came to your feelings and never allowed your mind to wander, but this wedding seemed to put things into perspective, and for a fleeting moment, you cut yourself some slack and allowed yourself the luxury. It felt like a juvenile playground crush and you liked the giddy, fuzzy feeling it gave you, so you let it diffuse.

Telling yourself you didn't want to confess your feelings for Spencer because your friendship was at stake seemed to be the pseudo-truth you liked to tell yourself to sleep better at night, but you had more self-awareness than that. Deep down, in a cold chamber was the unvarnished reality, uninviting and chill, that you resisted accepting. You were worried Spencer didn't feel the same way you did about him. The idea of laying out all your cards on the table and coming clean was horrifying, and getting rejected by someone you deeply cared for was sure to leave a gash you knew would never heal.

Ironically, the often anxiety-inducing uncertainty offered you a warm embrace you didn't want to leave. Every now and then, though, you had the slightest temptation to leave that embrace, and wondered what it would be like to take the chance. High risk, high reward right?

The crowd of guests started making their way to the reception venue to get seated, and you followed suit. While making your way to your table, you noticed Spencer sitting next right next to your seat, which, again, caused you to raise an eyebrow. If you remembered correctly, you were supposed to be seated next to Elle, who was all the way in the back.

Not thinking much of it, you decided to take your seat next to him anyway, and the two of you began chatting away. Shortly after, your conversation was cut short by the newlyweds' toast announcement, and Lily was going first.

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family, I'd like to thank all of you for celebrating this incredibly intimate, special day with Tony and I." She looked down at her now-husband with a vibrant glint of adoration in her eyes, and he looked up, mirroring the same glint.

"To all our loved ones who have made an, I'm sure, arduous commute to get here, I cannot put into words how grateful I am to you. I'd also like to express my love and appreciation to my ever so dependable A team, my lovely bridesmaids." Lily then shifted her eyes to your direction, and she didn't need to verbally announce her gratitude, as her glistening and smiling eyes did the work for her. Spencer looked at you and smiled as well.

"-so I can only pray that everyone here gets to experience the overwhelming love and devotion I'm feeling right now." She looked over at you again, this time with a mischievous grin on her face, and spared Spencer a glance as well. "-and in that spirit, I'd like to make a toast." She raised her glass, and continued. " Here's to hoping the celebration of our union can lead to the conception of new ones- maybe even between some of our own guests here tonight." She made sure to look directly at you and Spencer for what felt like an hour to really cement her message, and several of the guests turned their attention to the two of you. Spencer was no idiot, he probably caught on to what she was implying. He didn't seem as flustered as you were, though.

Subtle.

You felt like your skin was too hot to contain your insides, like there were a million fire ants crawling all over your body. To add fuel to fire, you also felt Spencer's gaze on you, you weren't directly looking at him, but through your peripheral view, you noticed that he looked worried, like you were going to detonate at any second.

Abruptly, you got off of your seat and sprinted without a destination. After any sense of motor control you had was yielded, your legs were in autopilot mode and you allowed them to take you anywhere that wasn't here. Lily was going to cut her announcement short and chase after you, realizing that maybe her method was too overstimulating for you. She then noticed Spencer scrambling off his seat to go after you, so she let the two of you be.

Your feet finally halted at the secluded but well-kept greenhouse overlooking the venue from faraway. You still felt like a fool but your skin did start cooling down a little bit after isolating yourself. You just needed to sort your thoughts out because they were going at about a thousand miles a minute. You realized you weren't going to be doing much of that though, since a part of the reason for this debacle followed you here, and was out of breath.

"Y/N." He choked out, in multiple syllables between pants of short breath.

You slowly brought yourself to face him, but still couldn't look him in the eye. "I don't know what that was that Lily just pulled but-"

"No, Y/N wait." Spencer cut you off, he then inched closer and tilted your chin to face him. "I'm sorry you were put on the spot like that- I wasn't aware that was how this was going to go down."

"This?" You questioned, and he looked hesitant to come clean. He then looked down in what resembled defeat. "Lily invited me here but didn't tell you, I guess she wanted this to be a surprise. The plan was for this to be...seamless, but I suppose we took a little detour?"

You still looked very confused, as the spiel he just went on didn't answer any of your questions.

"Y/N, I'm deeply and agonizingly in love with you, and I suppose Lily discerned that, and offered me an opportunity to tell you how I feel. Of course, I jumped at the chance without realizing that I wasn't aware of the mechanics or how we were going to go about it and for that I am so sorr-"

You were in immense shock, to the point where you almost felt like he was going to change his mind so in an attempt to preserve this moment, you quickly wrapped your hands around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. It took him a moment, but he gently held your waist and kissed you back with just as much fervor.

The two of you finally separated, each of you holding on to the other as if they were going to slip away.

"I'm in love with you too, Spencer." The adorable flustered flush that painted his face made this entire shitshow worth it. You figured you eventually had to make your way back to the reception, since you felt like you owed Lily an apology (and an expression of your gratitude). A part of you felt bad for fleeing the scene back at her toast, yet a part of you was grateful for her often blunt approach to things.

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leiatalon · 20 days

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Ink and Intrigue: Romantasy IF (WIP)

The title for my upcoming interactive fiction game with Heart's Choice is official: Ink and Intrigue!

Sail to a lush island of warrior-mages where dragon runes grant immortality and love runs deep. When mystery tempts, how do you answer?

Ink an Intrigue is a standalone Heart’s Choice IF fantasy WIP set in the same world as my recent game, Their Majesties' Pleasure.

Play the three-chapter demo of Ink and Intrigue on Dashingdon.

Plunge into a world where magic calls the passion in your soul. Join a clan of immortal warrior-mages and choose your kindred: a powerful dragon, a shapeshifting griffin, or a blue-lightning phoenix.

As you train to become a warrior-mage, do you romance or befriend a tattoo artist, a feisty initiate, a playful sage, or a maverick with an unfulfilled quest?

You’ve been a spy for the kingdom of Minare since you were ten, when the king deemed you too clever and sent you off for training. Now a seasoned spy, you’re sent to infiltrate the Kitherin warrior-mages, whose tattoos give them supernatural abilities and whose blood rites bond them to powerful creatures from another world.

When the call of the Kitherin sounds in your soul, what paths will you take as an initiate?

Shop from the finest market in the nine seas, surf azure waves, and dance at a full moon celebration where you might indulge in magical elixirs and intimate moments. Get dragon rune tattoos and learn to wield their power, show your prowess on the sparring field, and soar in the skies of the otherworld. Arrange a marriage alliance, meddle in the affairs of the mage council, incite a lawful rebellion, or resort to poison to get what you want.

Will you confess the clandestine role you’ve played for your king, or keep your secrets and let the past die? No matter what you’ve done, your lover will stay by your side. When you pass your initiations and bond with your kindred, you will be joining the ranks of the Kitherin warrior-mages who bring balance to the interconnected worlds.

Romance a passionate artist, a Fae-blooded sage, a sassy diva, or a master warrior.

Play as male, female, or nonbinary; gay, straight, bi; asexual; monogamous or polyamorous.

Choose high-heat or sweet options, or avoid spicy scenes entirely.

Dive through portals and explore other worlds.

Bond with a dragon, a griffin, or a phoenix.

Indulge in magic elixirs and delectable food.

Apprentice as a tattoo artist and learn about dragon runes.

Go surfing with your friends beneath a full moon and watch the sun rise over the sea.

Explore a steamy island paradise crowned with temples, magnificent gardens, and a hidden library.

Forge alliances as an emissary, gather intelligence as a spy, decide the fate of a maleficent mage, and shape the leadership of the Kitherin.

Uncover the mysteries of the Kitherin and discover the soul-deep love that awaits!

Keep an eye on this blog for updates or check out the CoG forum thread. I'm currently writing chapter seven of nine, right in the thick of the story.

WIP word count is up to 155k so far.

#heart's choice #if wip #interactive novel #amwriting #fantasy #romance #Ink and Intrigue #choice script #choice of games #magic tattoos #dragons

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honeybeefae · 1 year

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The Sins That Bind Us (Eris Vanserra x Priestess!Reader)

Summary// Late at night while you tended to one of the many temples throughout Prythian, the doors slammed open and sent the cold air billowing inside. Standing in the doorframe was Eris, shirt muddy and pants ripped, asking for forgiveness. The last thing he expected to see was you but fate works in mysterious ways.

(It's the priestess!reader fic!! This starts out somewhat slow, the smut is towards the end, but I really like how this story developed and I hope you guys do as well. It took a little bit of a different turn but I find that the best stories are the ones that surprise me. Enjoy! :))

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, religion, slight submissive!Eris, body worship, sappy, sappy fluff, slight angst at the beginning, feral!Eris

The air was still as you walked through the temple, your sage burning while the oval stone of your circlet rested heavily between your brows. Your fellow priestesses had left for the day, resting to make sure they were up for the dawn ceremony but you couldn’t seem to sleep.

Your robe was light against your skin as you lit some candles, whispering prayers and thanks to the Mother, the Cauldron, and the Forces That Be. It was quiet and you found peace in it, hoping that the worries that were keeping you awake would turn to ash as the sage did.

As the final candle flickered to life, the doors behind you pounded loudly like someone was trying to get in. It made you drop the sage on the floor and your heart almost flew out of your chest. You had been hearing about the sacks against the other temples around Prythian and fearing that it was some of Hybern’s soldiers, you sprinted to the other side and hid behind a wall just as the doors burst open.

Heavy footsteps echoed off the walls, approaching the altar, before you heard a deep sigh. Thankfully it sounded like it was only one person but you were still doubtful that you were strong enough to fight whoever it was off.

Just as you were about to slip into the hallway beside you, a low voice made you pause.

“Please, I need guidance. I need to know.”

Eris.

You would recognize that voice anywhere. In fact, you had just heard it a few days ago when he had left you on the steps of your home. The two of you had become something, something that terrified him, and with the war looming he broke things off before you were put in serious danger.

It wasn’t even a discussion. He had told you, albeit his voice tight with emotion, that this would be the last time you would see him. After he had left you cried and cried, clinging onto one of the shirts that he had left behind, while trying to understand everything that had just happened.

He had shown you a side of him that he never revealed to anyone, not even his own mother. Secrets whispered on pillowcases, tears brushed away, it was a love that was patient and kind. A love that you thought was what the stories talked about with fated mates.

“I dream of her every night, I think of her every morning, I even smell her within these walls,” Eris confessed softly. “I need a sign that what I did is worth it, that I haven’t damned myself.”

Your fingers were cool against the stone wall as you peeked out, your eyes widening at his tousled appearance. His hair was wet, along with the rest of him, as soft rain fell on the stained glass windows. The white shirt was muddy at the sleeves as well as his pants and boots, looking as if he had just been dragged through six-inch deep mud.

However what stood out most to you was his face, sunken in with dark circles underneath his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in days. You wondered if he was as tormented as you were.

The room was deathly still, even the candlelight unmoving, as he waited for an answer. You debated on turning around, leaving him to his pleas to the Mother just as he had left you that night. But seeing him like this, broken and miserable, only made you yearn to heal him.

You bit down on your lip and closed your eyes, steeling yourself for whatever was about to happen, before emerging from your hiding space. Eris’s eyes immediately went to you, his body stumbling back in shock.

“Y/N…” He breathed, eyebrows scrunching in confusion. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You murmured, glancing at his hands which were bloody and bruised. “What happened to your hands?”

Eris looked down and frowned, staring at them with disdain as he mumbled, “It has been a rough week for me.”

Silence fell between you for a moment, both of you taking in the other’s appearance, before you decided to break the tension. You took a step towards him slowly, treating him like you would a frightened animal.

“I heard you praying.” You said, the wind from the open door making your robes ripple behind you like water. “Do you truly think you are damned?”

He stood there, trying to decide what to make of the situation, before looking up at the sky and sighing. “Do you want to know what I think? Why I did what I did?” He asked you, closing the gap between the two of you so that you were standing toe to toe. “Do you want to know why I have to be a monster?”

“Eris you’re not-” You tried to interject but he held up his hand, shaking his head.

“You and I both know what I am, who I am, Y/N. The son of Beron, the most hated man in all of Prythian besides the King of Hybern. The man who did nothing to stop the murder of my other brother’s love. The fiance who left an innocent bride to devices out of my control.” Eris ranted, his cheeks turning pink from his anger.

“I couldn’t let myself fail you.” He stressed, his hands coming up to cup your face. They were colder than you had ever felt before. “For whatever reason, whatever sick joke the universe wanted to delight in, I found myself falling for a priestess. Someone who others look up to, who takes care of the downtrodden and is tasked with keeping faith alive in a world that is so desperately trying to smother it.”

Your mouth opened in disbelief as the man before you sank to his knees. Eris, future High Lord of Autumn, was on his knees as if you were some divine person. The emotion in his eyes was one of pain and sorrow, his hands falling to his thighs as he continued.

“Do you think, after all I’ve done, that I am worthy of such a person? That I can protect you, love you, and care for you after all I’ve done?”

His confession was breaking your heart into millions of pieces, more so than it already was. Eris had told you about those things before, how the guilt would eat him alive, and how he wished things could be different. You knew what he craved most in the world wasn’t power or glory, it was inner peace.

“I had to leave you, Y/N. It’s better this way, knowing that you are safe from the disasters that trail me. I could not let you become another one for me to regret, so I didn’t give you the chance to.” Eris looked down in shame, water droplets sliding down his nose and face while the moonlight shone upon you two.

As you stared down at him, taking in everything he had just said, you realized just how broken he was on the inside. He put on a mask for others, letting them believe what they wanted, but even the strongest of souls would eventually grow tired of being perceived that way. And some, like Eris, might even start believing that lie themselves.

You knew who he was though. You knew from the moment you met.

“Eris.” You called, placing a finger under his chin until his eyes were looking into your own. “You are many things but you are not damned, nor are you a monster.”

He immediately opened his mouth to protest but you shook your head.

“Listen to what I say. Listen to the tone of my voice. Hear the truth from my mouth.” You smiled, stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “You were handed the cards the Mother gave you, you did with them what you could, and you made mistakes. But this does not make you unworthy of love.”

“The sins that bind us together are what makes us who we are. And who you are, Eris Vanserra, is someone worth saving. You are my mate, as I am yours, and together we shall know no fear, hurt, or anger, but only if we are honest to each other and ourselves.”

Both of your hands grasped his own and pulled him to stand, gazing up at him while your heart overflowed with understanding and acceptance for the man before you. It was like some otherworldly force was guiding you in what to say, what to do, and you let that flow through you like a stream through mountains.

“You are worthy of love.” You asserted, squeezing his hands.

“I don’t feel-”

You silenced him with a kiss, rising on your tiptoes so you could reach his lips. Eris blinked in surprise but immediately melted into your embrace, his arms wrapping around your hips while yours wrapped around his neck. It was tender and slow, your fingers stroking the back of his neck as you lost yourself in the taste and feel of him.

He was the first to pull away though he kept his arms secured against you, your lips just a breath away from each other. “What are you doing?” Eris whispered.

“Shhh,” You soothed, kissing his cheek before slowly making your way down his face and to his neck. “Let me show you how worthy you are.”

His entire body was still as you caressed him softly. It was like he didn’t know what to do, how to react, to gentle touches. And you realized that this was probably the first time anyone had shown him this level of intimacy. Your lips brushed against his pulse, hovering over it for a moment, before kissing your way to the other side.

When you reached his ear and bit down on his lobe, tugging it softly, he crumbled under you. Eris’s hands grabbed your ass, squeezing tightly and groaning while your mouth connected with his once more. It was more passionate, both of your breathing now quickened, as your tongues danced with each other.

Your hands wandered down his chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt as you grasped it between your fists and tore it in half. It fell to the floor and you immediately ran your fingers up his chest, letting your nails gently scrape against his skin which had him growling into your ear.

“You are so beautiful, Eris.” You cooed, pulling away so that you could admire his body. He didn’t know what to say, this was entirely new territory for him but you were more than happy to show him the way.

Eris grunted when you cupped his hard length, massaging it through the material of his pants. His hand flew to your wrist, to either stop you or encourage you he wasn’t sure, but when you began to nip at his collarbone at the same time he realized he never wanted this feeling to end.

“Do you like when I touch you like this?” You smiled against his skin, undoing the strings of his pants expertly so that you could touch him without barriers. This wasn’t the first time you had had sex with him, but this was the first time he let you have control. It was sending a thrill down your spine to watch him react to your touches, hear him moan for you, and to give him the same pleasure he gives you.

“Y-yes.” He stammered for the first time in all his years on Earth. Eris was sure you had put some kind of spell on him, especially when you began stroking him and had his knees buckling from the pleasure. “Fuck, Y/N.”

The smile on your face grew as you kissed him leisurely again, teasing him and stroking the wet head of his cock with your thumb. You wanted to draw this out for as long as possible.

After a moment you decided to push him further, dropping to your knees and pulling his pants down with you. His eyes darkened when you gazed up at him through your lashes, giving him a wink, before you brought him to your mouth and swallowed him down to the base.

Eris hissed and grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging painfully as the small tuft of hair at the base of his cock tickled your nose. You held yourself there for a moment, trying to control your gag reflex, before pulling away to breathe. He was enraptured with your show, watching the spit shine on your chin and lips as you immediately went back to working him.

“Cauldron save me…” He sighed, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. You reveled in the sight, your arousal coating the outside of your thighs by now. It was taking all of your self-control not to touch yourself but you wanted to focus everything on him. You could wait.

“You’re doing so well.” You praise him, licking the tip playfully as he only groans back in response.

“Please,” Eris panted, his red hair falling in his eyes as he looked back down at you pleadingly. “Don’t stop, Y/N. Please.”

“Don’t worry my love,” Your voice was sultry as you started to stroke the bottom of his cock. “I have no intentions of stopping anytime soon.”

With that, you went back to licking and sucking his length, cupping his balls with one of your hands and squeezing them lightly to enhance his pleasure. His hand in your hair was guiding you up and down, the only thing keeping him grounded as he drew closer and closer to the edge.

He tried to warn you but the only sound that came out of his mouth was your name when you went all the way down again, already knowing he was close. His cum hit the back of your throat and you swallowed as best as you could, some of it leaking past the seal of your lips.

Eris’s mouth was hanging open in ecstasy as you took everything, letting go of your hair in favor of brushing the tears that were at the corner of your eyes from your need to breathe.

After a few seconds, you pulled back, swallowing the last bit with a smile and wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. He again stared at you in awe, pulling you up to kiss you fervidly. Eris could taste himself in your mouth and within minutes was already starting to get hard again, his mind hazy with pleasure.

You stepped back and began to undo the straps of your robes, letting them fall off your shoulders and down your body to pool at your feet. As usual, you were completely bare underneath. The cool air made your nipples perk up and goosebumps rise on your skin, the moonlight giving you an ethereal look.

His jaw tightened at the sight of your body, every nerve in his body on fire as you stepped over your discarded clothes and towards him. The way your hips swayed, the sultry look in your eyes, he swore he was dreaming at this point. It was either that or some sorcery.

“Lay down.” You ordered, smirking when he obeyed without any hesitation. “Good boy.”

Eris’s cock jumped at the praise, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. You wasted no time in climbing on top of him, lining up your hips, and sitting on top of him. The juices of your arousal coated his dick as you lightly ground up and down, panting when the head of him kept bumping against your clit.

“No more teasing, Y/N.” He begged, gripping your hips tightly to still you. “I can’t bear it anymore. Let me feel you, taste you, anything, just let me please you.”

“Tonight is about you, Eris.” You chastised. “It’s about your pleasure, for me to show you how I feel about you”

“Then pleasure me, mouse. Show me.” Eris panted, licking his lips while his chest rose and fell in quick succession as you finally lined himself to your entrance.

Your lips parted as you lowered yourself onto his cock, taking him in inch by inch. He felt as if his soul was going to leave his body as your cunt swallowed him whole, the wetness and tightness of it making him see stars.

When you bottomed out, you waited for a moment to give yourself time to adjust to his girth. It felt different than the other times you had had sex, it felt rawer and more intimate.

There was no wasted moment as you began to ride him, letting the feelings of pain and pleasure mix in an intoxicating cocktail that he also sipped from. The temple was immediately filled with both of your cries of pleasure, your hands planted firmly on his chest as he rutted his hips up to meet you halfway.

“You feel so good…so perfect inside me.” You whined, your tits bouncing up and down with each thrust.

Eris raised up on his elbows to take one of your nipples in his mouth, biting and sucking which made you clench around him. You were already on edge from all the taunting you’d been doing and despite your best efforts, you knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Oh, Mother above, Y/N.” He growled, your breast popping out of his mouth as you started to go faster. What started out as slow and sensual was now turning to feral, the overwhelming need to claim you overriding all of his common sense.

Before you could register this change you found yourself face down on the cold floor, your legs spread wide open for your mate as Eris slapped his cock against your ass twice before he thrust back into you. You cried out in bliss, your nails scratching the marble as he fucked you like an animal.

His grip on your hips was sure to leave bruises as he lost himself in his own mind, his head screaming ‘Mate, Mate, Mate’ over and over again. You were no better, your hand scrambling down to toy with your clit and speed up your orgasm, the tingling already starting low in your belly.

“Eris, I-I’m close, please!” You whimpered, turning your head to the side to watch him fuck you. “Fuck, you fuck me so good.”

Your words only spurred him to go harder, his eyes darkening as he felt his own release tightening in his balls. He brushed against that spot inside you and that sent you over the edge, your mouth opening to cry out his name as your entire body shook in euphoria.

It was the kind of pleasure that made your toes curl and vision go white, the very temple itself feeling as if it were going to topple down as Eris pulled you up by your hair and bit into the soft skin of your neck, growling out your name as he came right after you.

Sweat was coating both of your bodies, the smell of sex in the air, as you finally collapsed on the ground with him falling beside you. You could feel his cum leaking out of you but you didn’t care, rolling to your side to look at him while he stared up at the ceiling.

“That was…” You pause, intertwining your fingers with his. “Amazing. Do you see now how I feel about you, love? Can you feel it?”

He swallowed thickly, his fingers tightening over your own. “I see it, I feel it, I just don’t understand it.” Eris frowned, turning to look at you. “After everything I’ve done and said, I can’t fathom why the cauldron paired us together, why you settle for someone like me.”

Your face softened at his vulnerability as you caressed his cheek and kissed the tip of his nose. “The past cannot be changed but the mere fact that you want to change it, that you regret and are actively trying to become better, that is what a good man does, Eris.”

“You are a good man.” You said earnestly, resting your head on his bare shoulder. The rain outside had turned to a mist and the world was quiet. It was like you were the only two in the whole universe. “You are worthy of so many things, Eris, but above all, you are the most worthy of happiness. Just as I am. And my happiness starts and ends with you.”

And for the briefest of moments, you see a smile ghost his lips. It makes him seem more his age, more peaceful, and your heart skips a beat.

“Be patient with me.” He whispers, amber eyes full of uncertainty. “This is something entirely new to me.”

“Always.” You murmur, kissing the back of his hand and closing your eyes to bask in the small slice of peace the two of you were being gifted right now.

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audearosewood-art · 2 months

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Sidlink!! I used a part of page 24 of @kenneduck’s Secret Confessions To A Sage comic as a reference and the lyrics are from From The Start by Laufey :)

#sidlink #loz #tears of the kingdom #link #sidon #totk fanart

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nanamimizz · 2 years

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LOVE LIKE NO OTHER.

tags: 18+ minors dni,fem reader, missionary sex, discussion of relationships and sex, lots of kissing, handjob, fingering - let me know if i missed anything! (2.6k!) inspired by @j0succ dainsleif piece!!

synopsis: al haitham is man solemnly thought he would never find love, so when he has that and more the night turns...physical. “I would split open my heart with a knife, place you within and seal my wound, that you might dwell there and never inhibit another…”

“Is this customary between couples?” Haitham asked as he finished stripping, defined chest bared before you as you began to untie your intimate wear. You hum and nod,

“Not necessarily. Most couples regardless of same-sex or different crave physical intimacy, however, there are people who don’t feel sexual attraction whatsoever so they don’t participate in intercourse as regularly as what would be considered a “normal” couple if at all.” You explain and Haitham wonders if you’ll be upset when he tells you that it went one ear and out the other.

Despite his astound ability to intake information, he finds his attention driven elsewhere—specifically you. Beautiful before him, in the soft glow of the candlelight, you have stripped down to your intimates, the green and cream corset of your adventurer’s uniform folded neatly on the chair of the desk he uses when he stays with you. His hand twitches, he wants to touch you. He draws near to you and you barely turn when he’s closer to you - close enough that you smell the scent of fresh paper and padisarahs. The blue of his eyes looks green in the yellow light and your breath is caught in your throat.

“Do you…long for physical intimacy with me then?” He questions and his voice is softer than it usually is, the stoic mask he wears cracks a little when he’s with you and you look away, modesty causing your face to be warm and glow from such a question.

“Y-yes, I do. You are someone who I have deep feelings for, so I think of you in that manner - in a way.” You explain, eyes flicking back and forth between him and the bed, anxiety racking your form. He’s in front of you and you feel the heat of his skin, like the sun of the desserts of the land of Sumeru and you shudder at how it feels. You feel his hands settle on your body (“May I?”) he asks and you nod and make a small confirming noise. You shudder and gasp when you hear his intake of breath when his hands - calloused and rough from the pen and the sword rest on your hips. His left travels further up, resting at the curve of your stomach and he watches, entranced at how you jump in his grasp.

“Deep feelings? In what way, exactly do you mean?” He questions you and you curse his ever-interrogating nature. Your back bent as his hands make your skin sing at how they trace into your flesh, following the natural curves of your body with near devotion, you find yourself wondering if this is how the gods feel when worshiped. Your teeth sink into your lip and you briefly manage the courage to look into his eyes to answer his questions.

“Sexual feelings, lustful ones. When I’m alone and it’s dark and I miss you, I think of you - what I’d let you do to me.” You confess like a sinner at the Mondstat Cathedral, but you are no sinner here. The man you love holds your form with devoted love, this is an act of the divine no matter how irrational the scholars and sages in the land of wisdom declare it so.

“You think of me so fondly?” He asks and it’s said with no evident emotion but you can see the light of his eyes and the minuscule twitch of his lips. His right hand has gone up to your back, and his index and middle fingers rest at the clasp of your bra and you whine so faintly, so sweetly; Haitham feels like a cat being petted.

“Y-yes, always.” He hums and his head cocks to the side.

“Always?”

“You are beautiful Haitham. I think all the treasures and secrets of Teyvat can’t compare to you.” His eyes, beautiful blue close and he opens them to gaze at you so softly you don’t think anyone would believe you when you tell the robotic Al Haitham could express so much with just a gaze. He breaks away his gaze and returns with mirth in his eyes,

“I believe that it is customary for the men in a relationship to call their significant others beautiful, no?” he attempts to tease and you roll your eyes playful, the tension leaves your shoulders and your own hands come to rest at his waist, defined stomach meeting your fingertips.

“Maybe in those silly Fontaine films but I just speak my mind with you, as do many others in relationships no matter their gender.” He hums and nods, taking what you said into consideration before turning back to you.

“Then I shall also do as you - I think of you the same way. Lustfully, as you mentioned before.” He explains and you are torn between rolling your eyes at his formal speech or flushing as if you were down with a fever. You laugh breathlessly, trying to hide your fluster behind humor,

“Do you think of me so fondly, Haitham? I didn’t know a man as rational as you could entertain such flowery thoughts.” You jest and it’s because you aren’t someone who can handle the limelight, may it be the praise of your fellow (former) scholars or the way your lover peers at you through dove gray eyelashes.

“My thoughts are not as flowery as you think they are - you called me beautiful and I think of you as such but,” he pauses and looks down at your lips, the drag back of his eyes to you is slow and full of intent,” I have such tenderness in my heart for you, I would split open my chest with a knife, place you within and seal my wound, that you might dwell there and never inhibit another.”

You feel something in your chest flutter as he presses a ghost of a kiss over your lips after he speaks and you gasp and the slightest brush of his softest skin against yours. You chase after him as he pulls away, bringing a hand to cup and stroke at the softness of your cheek, whining when he pulls away too fast. Haitham grins when he sees the pout on your face.

“You have bewitched me body and soul, I didn’t know what it was like to go about my day and not be in perfect control of my thoughts.” He stops to kiss you - truly, properly, and profoundly. He sucks your tongue and nips at your lip, drinking the whimper you let out.

“You have consumed me in ways I didn’t think were possible - I wasn’t a kind-hearted man but you bring out the worst in me. Make me selfish and ruthless, I want you to take all of me as much as I want to take all of you.” He kisses you in between each confession and you let him take the breath from your lungs for him to swallow; to give and give as much as Al Haitham wants, you would give him the answers to all this world’s mysteries if he asked them of you. Your nails dig into his shoulders and he doesn’t register the sting over the pleasure of how you sing into his mouth as he sucks on your tongue and pushes you back, back - until you’ve hit the back of your knees on the bed and fall over. Haitham, broad and defined, looms over you like the full moon over the ocean waves and you wonder if you’ll come out of this night alive.

When Haitham parts and you feel his slate gray hair fan over your face as he tucks into your jaw and neck - hot and searing kisses that make you tilt your head back with a whine, you know you have your answer.

Al Haitham is a man who solemnly shows mercy whether with pen or blade. You know that, you’ve seen him wielding his jade sword with the grace of a dancer cutting down all before him. As he sinks his teeth into you, so deep you feel the pearls of his fangs pierce down to your heart. You were foolish to think affection would soften how he treats you - he loves you but he handles you rationally, loves and pleasures you efficiently, pries you open like he would his own chest, and replaces his heart with you. His hand (the other keeps his form above you, corded muscles hardly straining) travels where it pleases and his blunt nails scrape your stomach when you squirm too much, too high and he groans into your skin that smells of sun and rain.

Your hips raised and your pelvis aligned with his, you squeak when you feel something hot, hard poking at the seam of your underwear. His hand leaves your stomach in favor of your chest, deft fingers at your nipples - the constant tugging and flicking make you simper, whining like some fox in heat. He brings his head down, your throat sore and presses kisses to the peaks of your chest, teeth, and tongue as you cry for him so highly you wondered if any of the archons could hear your honeyed cries. Your skin almost burns from his hot mouth, and you find your hips pushing against - you moan when you feel it, his cock hard and leaking against your humping cunt.

“H-haitham! Please-” Your begs are cut short when you feel a hand sneak down, tugging your underwear to the side and you squirm at the open-air meeting your hot cunt. You stutter, mouth half open to plead some more but you’re soothed when long fingers trail down to your slit and rub at the pearl of your clit. Haitham moans - loud and wanton at the glance of your cunt ; you’re silken soft with hot slick pooling down your cunt to spread to your thighs.

“Why must you be so beautiful?,” he asks but the wavering in his voice peers the curtain back on his facade and you can see the desperation that racks down to his core. Your own hand, shaky and nervous, reaches out as you grasp his pants, tugging at them.

“Take these off - I wanna feel you please.” You feel lightheaded and dizzy, you watch with bated breath as he complies with one hand he pushes down the accursed material - dark pants falling to give way to beautiful skin and his cock, oh. You knew it would be something when you first felt its length but it’s so much bigger than you’ve imagined when the nights were lonely and all you had was your fingers. It flushed red, like the scarlet sands to the west and from its head it leaked clear, sticky pre like spiderweb - you reached for it and let your thumb pass over his slit. A grunt and a cry that was so gentle from your Haitham, it brings you pleasurable shudders at the sound.

Raising your head, soft lips clashed and your teeth rang as you two kissed - messy and sloppy, you could feel spit drip down your chin as you pulled away from him a haze covered his eyes and he thrust forward, the tip of his cock sliding against your throbbing clit made you gasp. In the low candlelight, his cock shone from your slick and his own ; as he kept pressing his lips, tongue and teeth into your gasping mouth.

“Can I put it in love?”

The question rings heavy in your ears and you nod, sucking on his tongue and moaning softly into his waiting mouth as he swallows all sweet sounds you make for him, bringing your knee to bend at his waist ; ankle at his tailbone . Large hands gripat your thighs and raise them, pushing them as he better fits into the space made for him and reserved for him alone. No other deserves to see you in this way, the mere thought of it makes him growl and press his cock into your cunt; blue eyes watching with rapt attention how your lips spread and take him in. You yelp - his thrust is harsh and brings you to a feeling of fullness you didn’t expect so soon.

“H-haitham wait, please!” He shushes you, pressed a kiss to your chest and pulls back, only to push back in fixated on how your cunt takes him, how your thighs dimple under the grasp of his fingers and how your stomach pudge ripples with each movement he makes. Your slick sticks to his muscular abdomen and he thinks how he should slow down, fuck you sweetly and softly but you paint a picture to perfect to disrupt. Instead, he sucks and kisses at your chest, taking your niples into his mouth bringing you pleasure that makes your toes curl and tears bead your lower lashes. It’s the only way to apologize for how he fucks you, you feel as if he intends to make sure your cunt doesn’t forget the shape of him.

You bring your arms around his head and your thighs stick to his waist, heels digging into his toned ass and he groans at how you rake your nails down his shoulders. Everything burns, your lungs, your cunt and your eyes from the pleasure. The wet slapping of skin can be heard throughout the room as your whines and his own barely concealed moans. He sighs your name like a sage blessed - cries the name of the archons above who have granted you to him, the tightness of your cunt and the warmth of your body.

“I love you, I love you more than any other,” he gasps at how your cunt twitches, sucks and squeezes around him. It brings him to tears as he sucks his teeth and grunts like he’s been struck. With hazy eyes he looks down at your form, pleasured and flushed, sweat rolling down your cheek to your neck and he groans. He leans up and kisses you, you taste the salt of your skin on his tongue and you twitch uncontrollably under his ministrations. The string in your lower stomach snaps and you come with a squeal - a broken sentence of his name and confessions of your own admiration.

Haitham almost keels over, his knees buckling and shaking as your cumming brings out his own release. Stark white fills the wanting heat of your cunt and he pulls away with breaking strings of each other’s release. Your home is silent now, only labored breaths and pants can be heard, the bed creaks as he rolls over you and brings you to rest on top of him. His hand rubs at your neck and you press kisses like a butterfly’s wings onto the canvas of his chest, sucking briefly at his nipples that make him gasp and twitch.

“I love you. I love you so much, never part from me Haitham.” you say in between each kiss and he nods, bringing your face to look at him, hand tenderly tilting your face to him as his thumb rubs at the soft skin of your cheek. He shakes his head,

“Never, never shall I leave you.” he confesses and he says it like a promise. You smile at him and he returns it, the one of a kind Al Haitham smile that’s reserved for you and only you. Blinking weariness covers your body, lower waist sore and he chuckles warmly, his hand back to your shoulder and he rubs at the skin there until you’ve dozed off. Watching you sleep for a moment he turns and blows out the candle, the milk light of moon cascades on the two of you and he too closes his eyes.

You rest on his chest, right where his heart beats, as you should be and forever shall be.

#lamb.writes #al haitham x reader #al haitham smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #sorry this took forever i needed it to have a certain feel to it

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